Elvis: My own daughter... lost long ago to me... if she knew I lived, would she come and see me? Would she even care?
Where'd my youth go? Why didn't fame hold off old age and death? Why the hell did I leave the fame in the first place and do I want it back, and could I have it back? And if I could, would it make any damned difference?
But I still have my soul. It's still mine. All mine. And the folks up there at Shady Rest... they have theirs, too. And they're gonna keep 'em. Every single one.
Probably the least likely film to ever hide deep and emotional moments and most obscure film that will ever make you question how you live life...