Jailhouse Rock (1957)
Peggy Van Alden: How dare you think such cheap tactics would work with me!
Vince Everett: That ain't tactics, honey. It's just the beast in me.
Sherry Wilson: I asked for nothing, I expected nothing and I got nothing.
Vince Everett: What'd you expect for nothing?
Peggy Van Alden: I think I'm going to just hate you!
Vince Everett: No, you ain't gonna hate me. I ain't gonna let you hate me.
Vince Everett: [their first meeting, after she has criticized his dull singing style] Okay, you're used to the top talent. What are you wasting your time working *me* over for?
Peggy Van Alden: [softly] I like the way you swing a guitar.
[they look at each other and start laughing]
Vince Everett: Yeah, I guess I *did* get a lot of wrist action into it, didn't I?
Jack Lease: Listen, Sonny. You don't own that song. It's a published tune. Anyone can record it.
Vince Everett: You turned it down. You said you didn't like it.
Jack Lease: We simply didn't want to record it with an unknown.
Vince Everett: What about my arrangement?
Jack Lease: So see your lawyer. You can't copyright an arrangement.
Vince Everett: You're a thievin' rat!
[goes after him]
Jack Lease: Now you listen to me, sonny.
Vince Everett: [grabs him] Don't "sonny" me, you louse!
[slaps him a couple times and throws him back in his chair]
Vince Everett: Crawl back under your rock, you snake!
Vince Everett: Hey, what are you, man? Some kind of an animal?
Hunk Houghton: That's right, buddy. I'm an animal in a jungle and I got a motto: "Do unto others as they would do unto you, only do it first."
Vince Everett: Yeah. That's right. Do it first.
Hunk Houghton: And it's just as bad on the outside. Worse. Remember that.
Vince Everett: I don't aim to forget it.
Peggy Van Alden: Vince, what about Laurel Records? What is it?
Vince Everett: We got an offer for the label, Peg. It's just too good to turn down.
Peggy Van Alden: An offer? What kind of an offer?
Vince Everett: To sell out to Geneva Records.
[raises his hand]
Vince Everett: Wait a minute. Wait'll you hear the deal. Seven hundred and fifty thousand dollars, a capital gain. That's 225,000 in cold cash for you, after taxes.
Peggy Van Alden: But, Vince, I don't wanna sell out.
Vince Everett: I'm afraid you got not choice, kid. I own...
Peggy Van Alden: I know. Sixty percent.
Vince Everett: That's the way the mop flops. You'd think I was tryin' to rob you. After all, you're getting practically a quarter of a million dollars.
Peggy Van Alden: Dollars? Dollars? Is that the beginning and the end of the world for you? Is there no emotion left in you but the lust for money?
Vince Everett: Emotion? What emotion? It's strictly business between you and me. You said that.
Peggy Van Alden: I don't care what I said. We started this thing together. We nursed it and brought it up, you and I. It may just be a ledger page to you and Mr. Shores... but to me it's part of my life! Oh, go ahead and sell it! I don't care what you do!
[goes away crying]
Hunk Houghton: Trampin' on me is one thing, sonny.
[takes off his jacket]
Hunk Houghton: Hurtin' a little girl like Peggy is another.
Vince Everett: Now just don't you get no ideas, Hunk.
Hunk Houghton: There comes a time when you gotta take a hand in things, and that time is now.
Vince Everett: Don't push me, Hunk.
Hunk Houghton: [roles up his sleeves] I'm gonna beat the hell outta you.
Vince Everett: Don't try it. You're talkin' crazy, man.
Hunk Houghton: You know you got it comin', son.
Vince Everett: I said don't try...
[Hunk hits him]
Vince Everett: I didn't see you applauding. You didn't like me?
Hunk Houghton: You've come a long way since cellblock 21.
Vince Everett: Yeah, and it's been a tough road to hoe.
Hunk Houghton: Oh, I don't know. You haven't hardly touched the ground at all.
Vince Everett: What do you mean by that crack?
Hunk Houghton: You walked most of the way on other people.
Vince Everett: Ah, you're just gettin' bitter, old buddy.