Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

What's wrong?
I love this city.
Fuck.
You see the woman at the end of the bar?
It's my chance to finally do work that means something.
So we took the old couple up to the O.R.
You want me to call somebody for you?
Oh, sorry.
The button's on the bottom.
Are you drunk?
- How about Jeremy renner? - Who?
He beat the shit out of us. But at least when he was beating us...
Lesley? Uh, Lesley's moving on.
Is that good or bad? Riggan!
...one hour till curtain. Why don't you rest a bit?
Would you like to know why?
We are.
And he was yelling, I love you, I love you, bitch! What do you do with a love like that?
Terri!
And the next time you screech...
Just one picture! Kids, get next to him!
Okay, let me think.
Pretty good. Yeah, I'd be a lot better if I could get...
...trying to be somebody I'm not!
Give the people what they want... old-fashioned apocalyptic porn.
Then I'm just standing here with my cock out.
- No, I didn't do it. - Okay, I'll write you're denying it.
Shut up! Fuck you! Shut up!
wrestling with complex emotions, 'cause that's what we do.
It was a preview! Nobody gives a shit!
We worked like hell on them through most of the night.
- Are you finished? - No.
Now I spend every fucking minute praying to be somebody else. Somebody I'm not!
Why? I just want you to tell me why.
- Happy? - Yeah.
Don't call me Mike. Call me Mel.
next, an exclusive interview with Robert downey, Jr...
Too much? It's a little bit too much.
They have coffee here.
A little note.
...the wife, through the eye holes.
Believe or not, this is power.
I'm sorry.
I'm the wrong person to ask. I didn't actually know him.
She does. Yeah. She can even sit or stay or roll over, if you have any treats.
I was rolling around like a maniac in the sand...
The guys in publicity...
...and an hour later, were telling me how much you loved me.
- You're riggan thomson, right? - Sorry to interrupt.
do you know what this is? Do you even know what it is?
Oh, honey, can't we just go to dinner?
But long after you're gone, I'll be on that stage...
It's just on a cocktail napkin.
It's not important, okay? You're not important... get used to it!
I'm great, actually.
- I know. - It was weird, but it was kind of cool.
Another blockbuster.
Just find me an actor... a good actor. Woody Harrelson!
You threw all the guests out of the house and you threw all the furniture out the window.
- Get up! - Back away!
Our perfect dream actor is not going to knock on that door and go,
Because you threw a kitchen knife at me...
Eddie! What are you doing here?
- I'm a theater actor. - I don't give a shit. You care.
And then they were on my chest and all over my legs.
What are you, 78?
Why do you act like a dick all the time? Do you just do it to antagonize people?
...shittily written review and you shove it right the fuck up...
I'm not sleeping, like, you know... At all.
No, it's just sometimes you don't consider other people's feelings.
Well, it's a good theater.
- You understand where her head is at. - Of course.
Bye-bye... And fuck you.
Actually, you did.
The husband, the old man, was depressed for the longest time.
...through most of the night.
Ralph, Ralph, Ralph.
Dad?
- Good. - Thank you.
- I don't care. - Yes, you do! You care.
Hitting me in the balls With a tiny little hammer
Well, I know how much this means to you.
Everything's the same, I guess.
...and comic strip characters.
That's good bird, man!
I don't know, you seem abnormally calm.
You're an asshole, Jake!
You had a career, dad, before the third comic book movie.
As soon as we announced he was taking over, the advance doubled.
Before people started to forget who was inside that bird costume.
It was killing him.
By the time I got down to the hospital, this kid, this fucking teenager, was dead.
You destroy a genius book with that infantile adaptation.
Sorry. You're right.
So, who are you?
Out! This is a personal matter! A personal matter!
Well, of course it won't.
You suck!
None of this costs you fucking anything.
- How you doing? - Good. Great.
Come on. I've been helping Lesley get off book for a month.
...you had that goofy look in your eye and you just...
...hitting me in the balls with, like, a tiny little hammer.
No, I don't...