Barton Fink

Geisler: Ever act? Barton: ...Huh? No, I'm— Geisler: We need Indians for a Norman Steele western. Barton: I'm a writer. Ted O— Geisler: Think about it, Fink. Writers come and go; we always need Indians.

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Barton: Have you read the Bible, Pete? Pete: Holy Bible? Barton: Yeah. Pete: Yeah, I think so. Anyway, I've heard about it.

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Charlie: I could tell you some stories... Barton: Sure you could and yet many writers do everything in their power to insulate themselves from the common man, from where they live, from where they trade, from where they fight and love and converse and...So naturally their work suffers and regresses into empty formalism and... well I'm spouting off again, but to put it in your language, the theatre becomes as phony as a three-dollar bill! Charlie: Well I guess that's a tragedy right there!

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Mastrionotti: What do you do, Fink? Barton: I write. Deutsch: Oh yeah? What kind of write? Barton: Well, as a matter of fact I write for the pictures. Mastrionotti: Big fuckin' deal. Deutsch: You want my partner to kiss your ass? Mastrionotti: Would that be good enough for you? Barton: No, I - I didn't mean to sound... Deutsch: What did you mean? Barton: I - I've got respect for - for working guys, like you... Mastrionotti: Jesus! Ain't that a load off!

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Mastrionotti: Started in Kansas City. Couple of housewives. Deutsch: Couple days ago we see the same M.O. out in Los Feliz. Mastrionotti: Doctor. Ear, nose and throat man. Deutsch: All of which he's now missin'. Mastrionotti: Well, some of his throat was there. Deutsch: Physician, heal thyself. Mastrionotti: Good luck with no fuckin' head. Deutsch: Anyway.

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Geisler: Look, you confused? You need guidance? Talk to another writer. Barton: Who? Geisler: Jesus, throw a rock in here, you'll hit one. And do me a favor, Fink: throw it hard.

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