Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Dude, you rock!
...a miniature, deformed version of myself that just keeps...
I guess we make choices in life, and we choose to live with them.
That's true. I haven't read a word of it, or even seen a preview...
And I keep waiting for someone to tell me I made it.
- I don't need the script. Give me a cue. - What?
Here we go.
You're Mr. natural. Mr. fuck-the-scene- just-stare-at-my-massive-hard-on.
- Don't do that thing where you... - make it about me? Never!
- With the play? You saw what. - No. You and Sam.
Well, this is the theater.
- Sammy? - It's Sam.
...and nothing has changed. You guys know if you crank out toxic crap...
...I missed the moment, really.
...twenty years ago, I said no to birdman 4.
...I'm not a Broadway actress, I'm still just a little kid.
I'll fix the blood rig.
- No. No. - 'Cause my father was.
- Which is it, quit or fired? - With Mike, it's usually both.
The kind of love I'm talking about, you don't try and kill people.
I just got out of rehab. It's the closest thing I get to a drug.
...and put them in my own skull...
- You think he'd come in this evening? - I'll call and find out.
- One more. - Go ahead.
I only heard his name mentioned in passing. I wouldn't know.
Make it work with one line. I didn't even know the man. Right?
Adrenaline.
...petty pace...
...and I don't know how many times I've heard I love you, but it wasn't until that night...
Dad, what kind of... shut up!
...I'm really grateful to you.
He shot himself in the mouth, but he screwed that up, too. Poor ed.
So why don't you just give me that same thing again, but cut it down. Try it.
Now you're about to destroy what's left of your career.
I hate this job.
We'll use Meg Ryan's guy. Who cares?
...who's busy following up his billion-dollar iron man franchise...
You make them jump, laugh, shit their pants.
Sadly, it was with Mike shiner on a fake motel bed in front of 800 people.
Well, I'm a fucking actor.
Bring the curtain down.
This is the kind of review that turns people into living legends!
I'm sorry.
So, I went up to the mouth hole and I asked him.
Good night.
We have to start from scratch with less than 24 hours.
What? I'm sorry.
Riggan, I'm missing him.
This is carver! He left a piece of his liver on the table each time he wrote a page!
...backed up by even crappier comparisons.
I said, motherfucker, are you threatening me? If I so much as get a letter from a lawyer...
This play's a drama. It's about...
The kind of love I'm talking about, you don't try to kill people!
Blood was spilled both literally and metaphorically by artist and audience alike.
If this doesn't work out for you, you fuck off back to your studio pals...
This. This. What is that?
Shut up.
I just sat on the beach for a while, looking out at the ocean.
...the next morning, when Sam looks at the paper...
my little sister....
...people will line up and pay to see it!
I'm Mike... Shiner.
So you're not a great actor. Who cares? You're much more than that.
These people don't know what you're capable of.
What are you doing? Homework?
You better get back to your seat.
There's nothing in here about technique, about structure...
You think it looked massive?
You nobody piece of shit!
Bye bye. And fuck you
Okay. Okay. Hey, hey, hey.
...with a nice pair of cufflinks and that fucking chin.
She's my assistant. Works with me.
Yeah, embrace it.
Riggan, everyone's set for 1-4. They're ready for you.
We grossed billions! You're ashamed of that? Billions!
It's always we, brother.
- I want him gone. - No!
It means there's a sun bed out there being delivered to in here.
I wasn't even present in my own life, and now I don't have it...
This movie sucks. It sucks like Wish and Foodfight
- Fuck you! - No, fuck you, you coward.
That was p.T. Barnum's premise when he invented the circus...
I'm good. I don't need it.
- That's a second question. - It's a second part.
- Let me look at it. - It's done.
Yeah.
Don't worry... it'll be used to scoop up dog shit tomorrow.
...wrapped them in full body casts.
Nothing.
...and I'm never going to have it.
I'm not even here.
What is the worst thing that he did to you? Seriously.
Or pubic hair, I imagine.