Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Truth or dare?
...want a times feature, which is the worst idea right now.
We worked like hell on them...
This is about being respected and validated, remember? That's what you told me!
...right into their camper.
Yes.
I was a kid, in high school...
...They're fucking in a motel room.
Jake, it would have been a disaster. That guy's the worst actor I've ever seen.
That's going over to Ms. Dickinson.
Well, she is a little... Something.
I can't.
That's how you got me into this shit!
Yeah. Yeah. I think I cut my hand shaving.
You mistake those noises in your head for true knowledge.
I just wanted to be what you wanted.
I'm trying to do something important!
- That would've been good. - Shut up!
- Welcome aboard, Mike! - Thank you, captain.
Riggan.
Why aren't you saying anything?
There are things more pathetic than that.
I need it to feel real, okay? I need that intensity.
There is a three-block line of people waiting for you.
What do you think?
Yeah, well, I wasn't...
Poor creature.
no, um... when I was in rehab, they made us do this.
Oh, I didn't expect you to just jump right in.
All you have to do is...
Who did that to you?
- Can I sit down for this? - Yeah, sit. Good idea.
sam sharing his feelings
How's that going?
...but I don't want her running to her father saying you showed her your junk.
Break a leg, Mr. thomson.
Don't write what she said. I didn't put any baby pig....
It's going really well.
It was love, Mel. To Eddie, it was. I don't care what anyone says.
Thank you for coming out. Thank you. We're expecting some great pieces.
That's a shame.
He's here.
Why?! I just need you to tell me why?
A man becomes a critic when he cannot be an artist...
This guy didn't pay me. He's fucking crazy!
...full of sound and fury...
You know, I've always dreamed of being a Broadway actress...
You're an imposter here. Eventually they will figure you out.
After a while, I made myself numb, so.... but my...
I mean, who the fuck are you?! You hate bloggers, you mock Twitter.
Shut up! Shut up and listen to me for once!
I don't know if you noticed, but that was 1992!
This is my town and to be honest, people don't give a shit about you here.
I should probably tell you about this before anybody else does.
The money came through. I just need to transfer it into the account.
...and the sound of birds...
- What are you doing here? - Just tell me why.
Jump!
Look, none of this is your fault, okay?
A douchebag's born every minute!
He stole your front page. He's stealing your show. He thinks you're a joke.
Michael fassbender.
We have no actor. And if we cancel the preview, the press will smell blood.
I knew what Mike was capable of and I brought him in anyway.
...had a car wreck, out on the interstate.
- Shut up! - Eddie, please!
Miss Dickinson.
We can't afford to lose any more money.
I can't....
That's so fucking lazy. You're a lazy fucker.
Mike. He said it's for his character... part of his process and that shit.
Entitled, selfish, spoiled children.
Listen to me. Let's go back one more time and show them what we're capable of.
It's pathetic.
- Shut up. - More than this piece of shit.
Look at that!
No.
You're such an asshole!
Is it? I don't know.
...straight into the water.
Mr. roth? Okay, don't leave, please.
- Mike's available. - Mike who?
And here's the thing... you have four lines after that
It is a tale...
I don't exist.
No, I mean here. Now.
Anyway, like I was saying...
Look at all these roses.
In the days before Nick's depression started to eat away at him...
You are...
You're no actor, you're a celebrity. Let's be clear on that.
These are people who pay half price to watch us rehearse. Stop caring.
- No. - And you never will.
- Get up! - Ow! That hurts!