Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- Or not. - Ouch!
How do you suppose I do that? How...
You're the original. You paved the way for these other clowns.
I got that coconut water you wanted.
I can tell, because you... I just want to give you a range.
Come here. Come here.
Birdman!
...and dive back into that cultural genocide you guys perpetrate.
So I'm going to work with the chicken.
Okay, I don't even know what the fuck that means.
Oh, shit!
Give me a minute.
I think it's really happening.
That's fucking horrible, man. I'm sorry.
The truth is always interesting.
Get a better one. Have some self-respect. Please.
Why would you do that?! We were onstage!
And he told me it was because he couldn't see her...
Handsome.
Eddie, please, give me the gun.
No. It was how he tried to make up for it...
- What are you doing? - Posting a photo of you on your Twitter page.
Okay. I was just....
...but in the real world, where it counts, you're a fucking fraud!
What is wrong with you? He tried to...
We should have done that reality show... the Thomsons.
That's amazing. You don't look anything like each other. What do you do?
I just sat there. They're crying, I sit there.
What? Hey, what?
I know where to go.
You were really good, cabrón.
- That's not true. - I know, but did you do it?
You wrote a few changes and mumbled, you self-absorbed prick.
What's the matter with ME? what do I always end up having to beg people to love?
It's good. It's great.
This is what I do. You wrote this adaptation?
that all say the same thing. I didn't know him.
Popular? I don't give a shit.
Measuring your worth in weekends?
- She brought me down. - And stayed?
I pretend just about every place else, but not out there.
Leave her alone. If you're not drunk, don't talk like you are.
You see?
Listen, what I said...
I know. And you believed me.
I don't know... what do you think, boss? You want to do this with me?
Then we should ask her to leave.
Riggan, they're ready for you.
He was right, though.
- Are you excited? - Yeah.
- Give him whatever he wants! - It's four times what we paid what's-his-name!
Tell me something.
Dude. Seriously?
Why?
Crazy, druggy, wise-ass daughter, milf-y wife with perky tits.
Oh, God. Really?
Okay.
Can we not get hung up on knowing lines? Can we just work on this? Tear it apart?
Nobody? My massive hard-on got 50,000 views on YouTube.
It means, my reputation is riding on this, and that's worth a, a....
Call 911!
I'm not even here.
Cut it out! I'm serious, Mike.
Okay, well, I just wanted to say that.
Just find me someone.
It's actually going well.
That's pot. Relax.
I'd pull your eyes out of your head...
Could have been anybody, I guess.
Why must actors have to resort to this?
The point is, you don't know the guy. We fucking get it.
I was up to my chest when I felt the first one.
- Almost there, buddy. Last preview. - Okay. Cool.
Not because I didn't love Nick, and not because I didn't love the idea of it, but because...
- Come on, what? - You're drunk.
Yeah.
Wow. So what has to happen in a person's life for them to become a critic, anyway?
Anybody.
Are you okay? You seem....
Is it bad? Did you even see it? Let me read it.
About being humiliated out there!