Ben Geisler: What Ted Oakam doesn't know you could almost squeeze into the Hollywood Bowl.
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.
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: That son of a bitch! Don't get me wrong, he's a fine writer.
W.P. Mayhew: I'm buildin' up a levy one brick at a time.
Charlie Meadows: You think I made your life hell? Take a look around this dump. You're just a tourist with a typewriter, Barton. I live here.
Charlie Meadows: Hell, you've got it made writing for the pictures, beating out that competition, and me being patronizing! Is the egg showing or what?
Charlie Meadows: The doctor, what's he gonna tell me? Can't trade my head in for a new one.
Charlie Meadows: Sometimes it gets so hot I want to crawl right out of my skin.
Barton Fink: I'm sorry if I let you down.
Jack Lipnick: You didn't let me down, Fink, or even Lou. We don't live or die by what you scribble. You let Ben Geisler down. He liked you, trusted you... and that's why he's gone, he's fired. That man had a heart as big as the all outdoors and you fucked him.
Barton Fink: I don't like to discuss works in progress. If I let the words tumble out prematurely, it changes it, and I may never get it back.
W.P. Mayhew: I pays my baby love and she pays me back with pity. The basest coin there is.
Barton Fink: Shouldn't your first duty be to your gift?
W.P. Mayhew: Did I ever tell you the story of Solomon's Mammy?
Jack Lipnick: Kiss this man's feet.