Charlie Meadows: I sure do forget myself sometimes.
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.
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: 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: Sometimes it gets so hot I want to crawl right out of my skin.
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: Did I ever tell you the story of Solomon's Mammy?
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.
Ben Geisler: Tell Lipnick he can kiss my dimpled ass.
Charlie Meadows: What a day. Felt like I couldn't sell ice water in the Sahara.
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.
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?
Audrey Taylor: Barton, empathy requires understanding.
Barton Fink: What? What don't I understand?
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.
