Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- No. - You said dare.
I never would have expected it.
Or not.
But my body doesn't seem to agree.
Shut up!
Good. That's terrific.
You are doing a play based on a book written 60 years ago...
What the hell happened?
Everybody says, oh, Mike is so honest. Mike is so motherfucking truthful!
Don't be a dick. Give me an autograph.
...and I'm lucky to have you.
A billion worldwide, guaranteed! You are larger than life, man.
- You fucked Janet rossbach in our bed. - Skip over that part.
Why did we break up?
So...
- Are you... Okay? - Why?
Look at that.
There's nothing in this milk carton! Your performance is fake.
Oh, God.
It's the same.
We'd have made great parents.
Or not.
Shit!
...have lighted...
- Oh, my God! - Right?
Real blood.
I will never get that image out of my head.
Bones rattling! Big, loud, fast!
...signifying nothing!
Yeah. Yep.
You are lame, riggan...
You really don't give a shit if people like you or not.
Really? What is it?
You're a lazy...
- That's, uh.... - Tabitha Dickinson, yes.
He shot the nose off his face!
No amount of booze or weed or attitude is going to hide that.
Happy? I'm fucking euphoric!
I'm not even here.
- Lesley? - What?
If you weren't afraid, what would you want to do to me?
You sure it's mine?
Well, guess what? There's an entire world of people
Mel and I had been together five years...
- Let me see. - No way. You look hideous.
That's a label, too. These are all labels. You just label everything.
It's like a candle burning at both ends, but it's beautiful.
So I'll tell you what. You take this fucking...
He's an avenger.
Some drunk kid plowed his old man's pickup...
What do you mean?
Is blood coming out of his ear?
don't worry about it. He's a handful, huh?
This is the theater, honey. Don't be so self-conscious.
Sir! Sir! Where are you going?
Places for the final scene, riggan.
Really?
I'm going to go home.
Yes! Yes! The kind of love that I'm talking about, it is absolute!
Look at me.
They were laughing at us.
I need the money.
- I'm thinking of refinancing... - no, I heard you. I just need a second.
This isn't a backlot, riggan, this is New York City. This is how we do things.
First preview tomorrow.
When we first met, you made a comment about my ass.
So I went up to the mouth hole and I asked him.
Hey, aren't you riggan thomson? Holy shit, let me get an autograph.
When bro says that he wants to build china gate in africa
I did, yeah.
I think we should cancel the preview.
I was in the moment. I thought you were, too. I'm sorry.
Not really.
...it'll explode into millions of eardrums.
Sam and I are going to grab a bite after she's finished.
Come on, people, don't be so pathetic.
What is that?
Me, too.
When I imagined myself on Broadway, I never saw the dancing reindeer.
Terri, I know you're in there!
Don't hang up. Don't hang up.
You were fine.
Oh, you're such a doll. Thank you. You're so sweet.
Jesus Christ!
I told you to stop, you fucking animal.
The blood that has been sorely missing from the veins of American theater...
You'll find out.
Oh, my God.
- Who is this guy? - He used to be birdman.
You're an asshole.
...trying to make yourself invisible behind this fragile little fuck-up routine...
Get him the fuck out of my play.
- I think we need to talk. - No, no.
Now two million people agree with him.
I'm self-absorbed? Look at you.
I did the work, I raised the money and I arrange the press!
What'd he do now?
These dashes represent the six billion years that the earth has been around.
Is that what this was?