The clip ed convincing mona to close the whorehouse from The Best Little Whorehouse in Texas (1982) with Dolly Parton
Two months. What's two months?
Shut down for two months!
That is a hell of a lot to ask somebody, Ed Earl.
And that's a hell of a lot of overhead to pay out when cash ain't comin' in.
What will I tell my girls?
Well, maybe it won't be two months.
The holidays are comin'. Maybe in a week or two the whole thing will blow over...
I warned you yesterday about losin' your temper and carryin' on.
Last night you was proud of me.
Last night I wasn't on the 11.00 news!
I didn't know that son of a bitch was gonna make an idiot out of me.
I don't know about that electronic bullshit! How was I supposed to handle that?
That's your job, Ed Earl. Ain't that what they pay you for?
I know my job! Don't be tellin' me what my goddamn job is!
I could close this place down in a New York minute!
All I'm askin' for is a little cooperation so I can get through a difficult situation...
...with as little trouble as possible!
OK, OK! I'll shut it down.
What do you want? A written contract?
Ed Earl, I am givin' you my word.
I'm sorry, Mona, about the whole situation.
Don't feel sorry for me.
I started out poor and I worked my way up to outcast.
I know what I'm askin' is gonna turn out to be the best thing for both of us.
Just trust me.
You know what burns my ass?
A flame about three feet high.
Of course I trust you, you big cowboy. Ain't I always?
No need to stop now.
Now get outta here.
Everything's gonna turn out just fine. Don't you worry about a thing, honey.
Everything's gonna turn out slicker than cat shit...
...on a linoleum floor.