Barton: Have you read the Bible, Pete? Pete: Holy Bible? Barton: Yeah. Pete: Yeah, I think so. Anyway, I've heard about it.
Barton: [at the USO club] I'm a writer, you monsters! I create! I create for a living! I'm a creator! I am a creator! [points to his head] Barton: This is my uniform!
Charlie: Look upon me! I'll show you the life of the mind!
[Barton is ranting about elitist playwrights] Barton: Who cares about the fifth Earl of Bathsdrop and Lady Higgenbottom and... and... who killed Nigel Grinchgibbons? Charlie: I can feel my butt gettin' sore already!
Barton: Sex? He's a man! We wrestled!
[last lines] Beauty: It's a beautiful day. Barton: Huh? Beauty: I said it's a beautiful day. Barton: Yes. It is. Beauty: What's in the box? Barton: I don't know. Beauty: Isn't it yours? Barton: I don't know. You're very beautiful. Are you in pictures...
Barton: I gotta tell you, the life of the mind... There's no roadmap for that territory... And exploring it can be painful.
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.
Chet: Are you a trans or a res? Barton: A what? Chet: Transient or resident? Barton: Oh, I'll be here a long time. Indefinitely. Chet: Res. That'll be $25.50 a week payable in advance. Checkout time is twelve sharp, but you can forget about that on a...
Charlie: I could tell you stories to curl your hair, but it looks like you've already heard 'em.
Charlie: What a day. Felt like I couldn't sell ice water in the Sahara.
Charlie: You think I made your life hell? Take a look around this dump. You're just a tourist with a typewriter, Barton, I live here.
Barton: I've always found that writing comes from a great inner pain.
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 an...
Barton: Shouldn't your first duty be to your gift?
Audrey Taylor: Barton, empathy requires understanding. Barton: What? What don't I understand?
Jack Lipnick: We're only interested in one thing, Bart. Can you tell a story? Can you make us laugh? Can you make us cry? Can you make us want to break out in joyous song? Is that more than one thing? Okay!
