Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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