Charlie Meadows: Look upon me! I'll show you the life of the mind!
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Charlie Meadows: Look upon me! I'll show you the life of the mind!
Barton Fink: I gotta tell you, the life of the mind... There's no roadmap for that territory... And exploring it can be painful.
Charlie Meadows: What a day. Felt like I couldn't sell ice water in the Sahara.
Charlie Meadows: I could tell you stories to curl your hair, but it looks like you've already heard 'em.
Barton Fink: I've always found that writing comes from a great inner pain.
Jack Lipnick: Look Bart, barring a preference we're going to put you on a wrestling picture, Wallace Beery. I say this because they tell me you know the poetry of the streets, so that would rule out westerns, pirate pictures, screwball, Bible, Roman... look, I'm not one of those guys who thinks poetic has got to be fruity. We're together on that aren't we? I mean I'm from New York myself, well, Minsk if you want to go all the way back. Which we won't, if you don't mind and I ain't asking. Now people are going to say to you, Wallace Beery, wrestling, it's a B picture. You tell them: BULLSHIT! We do NOT make B pictures here at Capitol. Let's put a stop to that rumor RIGHT now!
Ben Geisler: Think about it, Fink! Writers come and go; we always need Indians!
Jack Lipnick: It's supposed to be about big men! In tights! Both physically and mentally!
Charlie Meadows: I sure do forget myself sometimes.
Ben Geisler: Wallace Beery. Wrestling picture. What do you need, a roadmap?
Ben Geisler: What Ted Oakam doesn't know you could almost squeeze into the Hollywood Bowl.
W.P. Mayhew: I pays my baby love and she pays me back with pity. The basest coin there is...
Charlie Meadows: The doctor, what's he gonna tell me? Can't trade my head in for a new one.
Charlie Meadows: Beery wrestling picture? Could be a pip, could be a pip.
Charlie Meadows: Sometimes it gets so hot I want to crawl right out of my skin.
W.P. Mayhew: Did I ever tell you the story of Solomon's Mammy?
Barton Fink: Shouldn't your first duty be to your gift?
Barton Fink: That son of a bitch! Don't get me wrong, he's a fine writer.
Charlie Meadows: Listen to me belly achin', like my problems add up to a hill of beans.
Jack Lipnick: We don't put Wallace Beery in some fruity movie about suffering. I thought we were together on that.
Ben Geisler: Tell Lipnick he can kiss my dimpled ass.
Jack Lipnick: But you make it the carrot that wags the dog.
W.P. Mayhew: Me, well, I just like makin' things up.
W.P. Mayhew: I'm buildin' up a levy one brick at a time...
Barton Fink: I wanna know how many of his books you've written!
Charlie Meadows: Well, I could really tell you some stories.
Jack Lipnick: We're all expecting great things.
Jack Lipnick: You ain't no writer, Fink, you're a goddamned write-off.
Chet: Welcome to Los Angleeees, Mr. Fink.
Barton Fink: You're the only person in Los Angeles that I can talk to.
Charlie Meadows: Look upon me! I'll show you the life of the mind!
Barton Fink: I gotta tell you, the life of the mind... There's no roadmap for that territory... And exploring it can be painful.
Charlie Meadows: What a day. Felt like I couldn't sell ice water in the Sahara.
Charlie Meadows: I could tell you stories to curl your hair, but it looks like you've already heard 'em.
Barton Fink: I've always found that writing comes from a great inner pain.
Jack Lipnick: Look Bart, barring a preference we're going to put you on a wrestling picture, Wallace Beery. I say this because they tell me you know the poetry of the streets, so that would rule out westerns, pirate pictures, screwball, Bible, Roman... look, I'm not one of those guys who thinks poetic has got to be fruity. We're together on that aren't we? I mean I'm from New York myself, well, Minsk if you want to go all the way back. Which we won't, if you don't mind and I ain't asking. Now people are going to say to you, Wallace Beery, wrestling, it's a B picture. You tell them: BULLSHIT! We do NOT make B pictures here at Capitol. Let's put a stop to that rumor RIGHT now!
Ben Geisler: Think about it, Fink! Writers come and go; we always need Indians!
W.P. Mayhew: Honey! Where's my honey?
Jack Lipnick: It's supposed to be about big men! In tights! Both physically and mentally!
Charlie Meadows: I sure do forget myself sometimes.
Ben Geisler: Wallace Beery. Wrestling picture. What do you need, a roadmap?
Ben Geisler: What Ted Oakam doesn't know you could almost squeeze into the Hollywood Bowl.
W.P. Mayhew: I pays my baby love and she pays me back with pity. The basest coin there is...
Charlie Meadows: The doctor, what's he gonna tell me? Can't trade my head in for a new one.
Charlie Meadows: Beery wrestling picture? Could be a pip, could be a pip.
Charlie Meadows: Sometimes it gets so hot I want to crawl right out of my skin.
Wrestler: I will destroy him!
W.P. Mayhew: Did I ever tell you the story of Solomon's Mammy?
Barton Fink: Shouldn't your first duty be to your gift?
Barton Fink: Have you read the Bible, Pete? Pete: Holy Bible? Barton Fink: Yeah. Pete: Yeah, I think so. Anyway, I've heard about it.
Barton Fink: I'm a writer, you monsters! I create! I create for a living! I'm a creator! I am a creator! Barton Fink: This is my uniform! This is how I serve the common man!
Charlie Meadows: And I could tell you some stories... Barton Fink: Sure you could and yet many writers do everything in their power to insulate themselves from the common man, from where they live, from where they trade, from where they fight and love and converse and... and... So naturally their work suffers and regresses into empty formalism and... well, I'm spouting off again, but to put it in your language, the theatre becomes as phony as a three-dollar bill. Charlie Meadows: Well, I guess that's a tragedy right there.
Detective Deutsch: What else? Barton Fink: Trying to think. Nothing, really. He... he said he liked Jack Oakie pictures. Detective Mastrionotti: You know, ordinarily we say anything you might remember could be helpful. But I'll be frank with you, Fink. That is not helpful. Detective Deutsch: Notice how he's not writing it down?
Barton Fink: Who cares about the fifth Earl of Bathsdrop and Lady Higgenbottom and... and... who killed Nigel Grinchgibbons? Charlie Meadows: I can feel my butt gettin' sore already!
Audrey Taylor: Barton, empathy requires understanding. Barton Fink: What? What don't I understand?
W.P. Mayhew: I close my eyes I can almost smell the live oak. Audrey Taylor: That's chicken fat, Bill. W.P. Mayhew: Well, my olfactory's turning womanish on me; lying and deceitful.
Ben Geisler: Mayhew, some help, the guy's a souse! Barton Fink: He's a great writer. Ben Geisler: A great souse! Barton Fink: You don't understand. Ben Geisler: Souse! Barton Fink: He's in pain, because he can't write... Ben Geisler: Souse! Souse! Can't write? He manages to write his name on the back of his paycheck every week!
Detective Mastrionotti: Fink. That's a Jewish name, isn't it? Barton Fink: Yeah. Detective Mastrionotti: Yeah, I didn't think this dump was restricted.
Barton Fink: W.P. Mayhew? The writer? W.P. Mayhew: Just Bill, please. Barton Fink: Bill! You're the finest novelist of our time.
Charlie Meadows: The doctor, what's he gonna tell me? Can't trade my head in for a new one. Barton Fink: Yeah, I guess you're stuck with the one you've got.
Charlie Meadows: Well, I could really tell you some stories.
Jack Lipnick: We're all expecting great things.
