Barton Fink (1991) I'll show you the life of the mind!
The Devil :
Barton. Brother, is it hot.
How you been, buddy?
Well, don't look at me like that.
It's just me... Charlie.
Barton Fink :
I hear it's ‘Mundt’.
‘Madman Mundt’?
The Devil :
Jesus, people can be cruel.
If it's not My Build,
it's my personality.
They say I'm a madman, Bart,
but I'm not mad at anyone.
Honest, I'm not.
Most guys I just feel sorry for.
It tears me up inside
to think about what
they're going through,
how trapped they are.
I understand it.
I feel for them.
So I try and help them out.
Jesus. Yeah. Yeah.
I know what it feels like
when things get all balled up
at The Head Office.
They put you through hell, Barton.
So I help people out.
I just wish someone would
do as much for me.
Jesus, it's hot. Sometimes it gets
so hot I want to crawl
right out of my skin.
Barton Fink :
But, Charlie,
Why me?
The Devil :
Why... Because you don't listen!
Jesus. I'm dripping again. Come on,
Barton, you think you know pain?
You think I made
your life Hell?
Look around this dump.
You're just a tourist
with a typewriter.
I live here.
Don't you understand that?
And you come into my home...
and you complain that
I'm making too much noise.
Barton Fink :
I'm sorry.
The Devil :
Don't be. I'll be next door
if you need me.
Oh... I dropped in on
your folks in New York.
And Uncle Maury.
Good People.
By the way, that package
I gave you... I lied.
It isn't mine.
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