W.P. Mayhew: Did I ever tell you the story of Solomon's Mammy?
Jack Lipnick: Kiss this man's feet.
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.
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.
