The Life of The Mind

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.