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?
W.P. Mayhew: You are dripping, sir.
Charlie Meadows: The doctor, what's he gonna tell me? Can't trade my head in for a new one.
Charlie Meadows: Beery wrestling picture? Could be a pip, could be a pip.
W.P. Mayhew: Me I just enjoy making things up. Yessah escape. Its when I can't write I can't escape myself, I want to rip my head off and run screaming down the street with my balls in a fruit pickers pail.
Ben Geisler: Okay Fink, let's chow.
W.P. Mayhew: Did I ever tell you the story of Solomon's Mammy?
Barton Fink: That son of a bitch! Don't get me wrong, he's a fine writer.
Detective Deutsch: [holding a photo] You know this slob?
Barton Fink: [long pause] Yeah, he... he lives next door to me.
Detective Mastrionotti: That's right, Fink, he lives next door to you.
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?
Charlie Meadows: Listen to me belly achin', like my problems add up to a hill of beans.
Jack Lipnick: We don't put Wallace Beery in some fruity movie about suffering. I thought we were together on that.
Ben Geisler: [on phone] I've got a writer here - Fink - all screwy! Says I'm producing that Wallace Beery wrestling picture. What am I, the goddamn janitor around here?
Ben Geisler: Tell Lipnick he can kiss my dimpled ass.
[repeated line]
Wrestler: I will destroy him!
Ben Geisler: Never make Lipnick like you!
Jack Lipnick: It's the carrot that wags the dog.
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: Kiss this man's feet!
