Barton Fink
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You got a head on your shoulders.
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What do they say?
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Where there's a head, there's hope.
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Where there's life, there's hope.
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See, that proves
you really are a writer.

:53:09
There's hope for you, too, Charlie.
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Tomorrow I bet you sell
a half-dozen policies.

:53:14
Thanks, brother, but the fact is
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I got to pull up stakes for a while.
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You're leaving?
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In a few days.
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Out to your stomping grounds--
New York City.

:53:29
Things got all balled up
at the head office.

:53:33
I'm truly sorry to hear that.
I'll miss you.

:53:36
Well, hell, buddy.
Don't pull a long face.

:53:39
I keep a room here,
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and I'll be back sooner or later.
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And mark my words,
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by the time I get back,
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your picture will be finished.
:53:48
New York can be
pretty cruel to strangers.

:53:50
If you need a home-cooked meal,
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you just look up
Sam and Lillian Fink.

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They live on Fulton Street...
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with my uncle Maury.
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Christ.
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Your room does that, too.
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I guess the heat's
sweating off the wallpaper.

:54:21
What a dump.
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I guess this must seem pretty pathetic
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to a guy like you.
:54:27
Well...
:54:29
But it's pathetic, isn't it?
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I mean, to a guy from New York?
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What do you mean?
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This kind of heat.
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It's pathetic.
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Well, I guess
you pick your poison.

:54:43
So they say.
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Don't pick up and leave
without saying good-bye.

:54:48
'Course not, compadre.
:54:50
You'll see me again.

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