Oh, you'll make a deal. Otherwise, I'll have my friend Sonny take your God damn head off

Greg Stillson:

You can just imagine how I felt when one of my loyal staff people brought me your editorial that's gonna hit the streets tomorrow. You don't seem to like me, Brenner, but that's okay, 'cause I don't like you, either. Brenner:
How did you get that? Greg Stillson:
Well, like you, Brenner, I'm not at liberty to reveal my sources. Brenner:
Well, it doesn't make any difference, because you're right. That editorial is gonna hit the streets tomorrow morning. Greg Stillson:
Not if we can make a deal. Brenner:
What the hell are you talking about? Greg Stillson:
I'm talking about you staying out of the campaign business and me staying out of the publishing business. Show him what we got to publish, Sonny. Sonny Elliman:
[flipping through photographs]
That's your best shot. Greg Stillson:
I got lots of loyal people on my side, Brenner. That young lady in the photographs with you is one of 'em. Now, I've never met Mrs. Brenner, but I'm damn near sure that ain't her. What do you think, Sonny? Sonny Elliman:
[picking up a photograph from the frame Stillson smashed]
Mrs. Brenner? [comparing the photographs] Sonny Elliman:
Doesn't look like her. Brenner:
You son of a bitch, you set me up! Sonny Elliman:
Who you calling son of a bitch? Greg Stillson:
No, it's all right, Sonny. Let's give, uh, Mr. Brenner a chance to think about his wife and kids and his position in the community. Brenner:
What if I don't make a deal, Stillson? Greg Stillson:
Oh, you'll make a deal. Otherwise, I'll have my friend Sonny take your God damn head off