Ben Geisler: What Ted Oakam doesn't know you could almost squeeze into the Hollywood Bowl.
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?
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.
Jack Lipnick: We don't put Wallace Beery in some fruity movie about suffering. I thought we were together on that.
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.