Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I didn't know you were here tonight.
What are you writing, a review?
Mike, come on.
Shut up!
Yeah.
Why do you care? Point is, I made it go away.
Breathing in, I am calm.
...Malibu.
It's comforting.
I got a play to do!
I did, actually.
Give me another one.
You are a God.
Fuck you!
Popularity is the slutty little cousin of prestige, my friend.
We're getting rid of him.
It's also not true. See, I can pretend, too.
We were the real thing, riggan.
Stop that shit!
Wait till you see the faces of those who thought we were finished.
Stop viewing the world through your cell phone screen! Have a real experience!
Shut the fuck up. You don't get hard on my stage unless I tell you to.
God, you look like shit, brother.
I had to fight my way out of the water and went up to the beach.
What will you be doing?
- Are you fucking kidding me? - No.
I am so tired of this. Is this water?
Can I tell you something funny?
Come on! Just do it!
He said he has to be a redneck.
You save people from their boring, miserable lives.
I thought I lost you, buddy.
- It's Daniel. - Okay.
Shut up.
...but to me... God, this is my career!
- Feed me a line. - Okay.
See? There you go, you motherfucker.
Don't write anything. Why would you write anything?
Well, I just wanted to say... I'm sorry.
- I hate roses. - And you hate roses.
And, uh, this play is kind of starting to feel like...
Oh, great. Great.
What for?
What was she doing here?
I'm going back to teaching.
Mr. shiner.
- What is that? - You have to be shitting me.
I was a shitty father, wasn't I?
Actors in position.
And by the way, I'm not pregnant, so there's one thing not to worry about.
Twenty little leopards laughed at two lofty lions.
I didn't want that baby.
What the fuck?! It's like my head was a jar of bolognese!
Okay, sweetheart, come on.
What's going on?
- We're not drunk. We're having a few drinks. - Exactly.
That's sweet.
Everybody's back. Larry needs to see him for a fitting.
You don't even have a Facebook page! It's you who doesn't exist!
Do you really think you'll be ready for opening tomorrow?
no, we can't, Mike! Maybe up here, you're Mr. truth...
Your gun is ridiculous. I can see the red plug in the barrel...
Well, I'm sorry if I'm popular.
He was in terrible shape. His head swelled to twice the size of a normal head.
You went to rehab?
- Truth. - No.
- How do you know Mike shiner? - We share a vagina.
We had it all.
They're praying for him all over the country. He did it. You did it!
Last chance for places.
Yeah, it's great.
Okay, I'll do it.
Gravity doesn't even apply to you.
...the press is getting pictures off your computer.
I don't know if drugs fried her brain or what...
Good for you.
That was kind of sweet.
Ignorant, but charming. Now, you're just a tiny, bitter cocksucker.
It'll be incredible! It'll be real.
Look at me.
- Hey, is she okay? - She'll be fine.
...A vigil for actor riggan thomson.
Why are we talking about...?
I'm going to turn in the worst review anybody has ever read.
...twenty years before I put on that goddamn outfit.
No, let's just do some of it.
There it goes. I'm sorry.
No.
All right. See you tomorrow.
You seem sort of....
What's the matter with me?