Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

You've been hanging around here...

Birdman 4? You do birdman 4?!

I'm going to destroy your play.

I'm not a mental formation. I'm you, asshole.

What do you think my friend Tabitha will do to you in the times, you fucking dilettante!

Can you give me more of that? You know, fear?

Oh, look at me! Look at this! Look, look, look!

...but just because I wasn't ready to love myself.

Take a look at page 20.

You risk nothing. Nothing, nothing, nothing!

Does anybody give a shit about the truth other than me?

What's wrong with me?!

Riggan, we are in the motel. Last scene has started. You're not here.

- Not a bad first act, huh? - Not bad at all.

Just put the gun down, ed. She doesn't love you anymore.

...that bastard would smile and say:

Don't gang up. Don't hang up. Ok.

And I didn't want to tell you this, but Martin scorsees...

For fuck's sake, just jump already.

Put the gun down. She doesn't love you!

And this... Is how long humans have been here.

Did you intend to shoot yourself!

- Where's the rest of it? - There is no rest of it.

Thank you. I appreciate that support.

Absolutely not.

...and I never intended to tell him.

Birdman, like icarus...

that got her into rehab in the first place.

That's good. Give me my cue again.

- I'm going to Starbucks. Want anything? - I'm good.

You know I'm proud of you, don't you?

Yeah, but fake miserable. Hollywood miserable.

Go out there every single night and pretend to be somebody else in front of all those people?

I guess we make choices in life, and we choose to live with them.

Eddie, please, give me the gun.

Maybe not to you or your cynical friends whose only ambition is to go viral...

- Right on his face. - Everything for a reason.

You're doing this because you're terrified, like the rest of us, that you don't matter.

- Stop the music. - I beg your pardon?

So carver's the reason you became an actor?

Just put the gun down, ed. She doesn't love you anymore.

I think he's drinking real gin.

You motherfuckers, this is a hospital! Get the fuck out of here!

I can't afford to listen to you.

I can alter the suit, but we're going to have to make new trousers and shirts. And underwear.

This is a hospital!

What's so funny?

You can't get it up in six months and now you want to fuck me in front of 800 strangers?!

Yeah, it is. Absolutely. Absolutely.

He's not that bad!

...it's going to be Clooney's face on the front page, not mine.

That guy's an asshole, huh?

I don't think it's high enough.

Is that what I'm saying? Am I saying love is absolute?

après 15 jours dans ma chambre

I don't have to be drunk to say what I think.

I'm fucking disappearing.

You write a couple paragraphs, and you know what?

Fuck it. We'll make a comeback. They're waiting for something huge. Well, give it to them.

You're beautiful and you're talented...

Shut up! Shut...

This is where you belong.

You're not farrah fawcett, riggan.

We gave it away.

...what do we talk about when we talk about love?

Mel, don't get him started.

okay, hang on. Who is this barthes guy? Which birdman was he in?

What's the matter with ME? what do I always end up having to beg people to love me?

So... I'll go, uh, do that.

This stage has belonged to a lot of great actors, but you are not one of them.

Jason robards. Marlon Brando. And now riggan thomson.

Thanks. I appreciate that.

- You find another actor? - No.

That's flaubert, right?

- And you did it, okay? - I know.

- Fuck you! - No, fuck you, you coward.

...earning my living, baring my soul,

Do me a favor. Don't get your panties in a twist over a preview, like some rookie...

You look so old in person.

- can I make a suggestion? Do you mind? - No, not at all.

If she likes us, we run. If she doesn't, we're fucked.

Son of a bitch.

who tells coy, slightly vomitous stories on letterman.