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[Gargling]
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[Humming Old Black Joe]
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Bill Mayhew.
Sorry about the odor.
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Barton Fink.
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Jesus. W.P.?
:31:41
I beg your pardon?
:31:43
W.P. Mayhew?
The writer?
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Just Bill, please.
:31:47
Bill!
:31:49
You're the finest novelist
of our time.
:31:51
Why, thank you, son.
How kind.
:31:53
My God.
:31:54
I had no idea
you were in Hollywood.
:31:58
All of us undomesticated writers
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eventually make our way out here
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to the great salt lick.
:32:04
That's probably why
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I always have
such a powerful thirst.
:32:08
A little social lubricant, Mr. Fink?
:32:10
No. It's a little early for me.
:32:17
Bill...
:32:19
if I'm imposing,
you should say so.
:32:22
I know you're very busy.
:32:24
I just wanted to ask...
you a favor.
:32:28
Have you ever written
a wrestling picture?
:32:34
You are drippin', sir.
:32:38
They have not invented
a genre of picture
:32:40
that Bill Mayhew has not
at one time or other
:32:43
been invited to assay.
:32:45
Yes, I've taken my stab
at the wrestling form,
:32:47
as I have stabbed
at so many others.
:32:50
Well, how do you...
:32:51
I gather you're a freshman here,
:32:53
eager for an upperclassman's counsel.
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However, just at the moment
:32:56
I have drinking to do.
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Why don't you stop
by my bungalow, number 15,