Ben Geisler: What Ted Oakam doesn't know you could almost squeeze into the Hollywood Bowl.
Charlie Meadows: Listen to me belly achin', like my problems add up to a hill of beans.
Charlie Meadows: Beery wrestling picture? Could be a pip, could be a pip.
Ben Geisler: Tell Lipnick he can kiss my dimpled ass.
W.P. Mayhew: You are dripping, sir.
Jack Lipnick: It's supposed to be about big men! In tights! Both physically and mentally.
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.
W.P. Mayhew: Me, well, I just like makin' things up.
Charlie Meadows: I sure do forget myself sometimes.
Garland Stanford: The common man will still be here when you get back. Who knows, there may even be one or two of them in Hollywood.
Barton Fink: That's a rationalization, Garland.
Garland Stanford: Barton, it was a joke.
Charlie Meadows: Yeah... Ladies do ask for attention. In my experience, they pretend to give it, but it's generally a smokescreen for demanding it back with interest.
Ben Geisler: Never make Lipnick like you.
Detective Mastrionotti: Started in Kansas City. Couple of housewives.
Detective Deutsch: Couple days ago we see the same M.O. out in Los Feliz.
Detective Mastrionotti: Doctor. Ear, nose and throat man.
Detective Deutsch: All of which he's now missin'.
Detective Mastrionotti: Well, some of his throat was there.
Detective Deutsch: Physician, heal thyself.
Detective Mastrionotti: Good luck with no fuckin' head.
Detective Deutsch: Anyway.
Detective Mastrionotti: You live in 621?
Barton Fink: Yeah.
Detective Deutsch: How long you been up there, Fink?
Barton Fink: A week, eight, nine days.
Detective Mastrionotti: Is this multiple choice?
Barton Fink: I've always found that writing comes from a great inner pain.
Charlie Meadows: I pulled off early today. Took your advice, went to a doctor about this ear. He says "You have an ear infection, ten dollars please." So I says "I told you I had an ear infection, you give me ten dollars!" Well, that started an argument.
Audrey Taylor: Barton, empathy requires understanding.
Barton Fink: What? What don't I understand?
Ben Geisler: Look, you confused? You need guidance? Talk to another writer.
Barton Fink: Who?
Ben Geisler: Jesus, throw a rock in here, you'll hit one. And do me a favor, Fink: throw it hard.
Barton Fink: W.P. Mayhew? The writer?
W.P. Mayhew: Just Bill, please.
Barton Fink: Bill! You're the finest novelist of our time.