W.P. Mayhew: [singing] Gone are the days when my heart was young and gay, gone are my friends from the cotton fields away, gone from the earth to a better land I know, I hear the gentle voices calling, old black Joe. I'm coming I'm coming, oh my head...
Charlie: Listen to me belly achin', like my problems add up to a hill of beans.
Charlie: Sometimes it gets so hot I want to crawl right out of my skin.
Detective Deutsch: [questioning Fink about Mundt] What else? Barton: Trying to think. Nothing, really. He... he said he liked Jack Oakie pictures. Detective Mastrionotti: You know, ordinarily we say anything you might remember could be helpful. But I...
[in an off-screen drunken rampage] W.P. Mayhew: Honey! Where's my honey?
[to Barton, while trying to get Barton to go to Hollywood] Garland: The common man will still be here when you get back. Who knows, there may even be one or two of them in Hollywood. Barton: That's a rationalization, Garland. Garland: Barton, it was ...
Geisler: Wallace Beery. Wrestling picture. What do you need, a roadmap?
Ben Geisler: Think about it, Fink! Writers come and go; we always need Indians!
Lipnick: We don't put Wallace Beery in some fruity movie about suffering - I thought we were together on that.
Geisler: I've got a writer here - Fink - all screwy! Says I'm producing that Wallace Beery wrestling picture; what am I, the god-damn janitor around here?
Charlie: I pulled off early today. Took your advice, went to a doctor about this ear. He says 'You have an ear infection, ten dollars please'. So I says 'I told you I had an ear infection, you give me ten dollars!' Well that started an argument.
Chet: Welcome to Los Angleeees, Mr. Fink.
Ben Geisler: Tell Lipnick he can kiss my dimpled ass.
Detective Mastrionotti: You're a sick fuck, Fink.
[repeated line] Wrestler: I will destroy him!
Barton: I'm sorry if I let you down. Jack Lipnick: You didn't let me down Fink, or even Lou. We don't live or die by what you scribble. You let Ben Geisler down. He liked you, trusted you... and that's why he's gone, he's fired. That man had a heart ...
Geisler: Never make Lipnick like you!
Jack Lipnick: It's the carrot that wags the dog.
