Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I mean, Daisy. Listen, Daisy.

What is she going to do, fire me?

Michael: Son of a bitch!

It was his wife, and they were in it together.

Can you get me absolutely shit-faced?

Michael: You washed-up has-been.

Kathleen (over speakers): You pathetic, preening prick!

I'm going to call my business manager.

And if you forget, they'll remind you.

And fuck you, bitch.

In fact, I would say that that's maybe the biggest batch

Rebecca: No, but I have been watching

And so now I too become

of the off-book community present?

I know people like it, but I'm allergic

I want everything on this stage to shake.

I saw the Crawford boy down the supermarket today.

Summer felt like winter

Please, I'm begging you.

I loved him so.

Charlie: Hey, I figured it out.

But we persevere.

Yeah, well, now I got NFs to G.

Ugh. Listen, even 30 years ago, that mope-fest sucked.

Michael: You shriveled prune. Ah, ah!

I'll get a massage from Jean Marc.

but I was wrong.

That was the performance of a lifetime.

Ten minutes to curtain.

to get shafted by a fucking day player.

a few words through the rainstorm.

Frost that comes too soon and stays too long.

you realize who else can hear it, right?

You signed an NDA.

I mean, the dude had a coronary,

-(indistinct chatter) -(knock on door)

Hey, what are you doing?

Shit, shit, shit.

-Ava: Darling. -Michael: Mm?

Glad someone's riveted.

to keep your pills on you.

Alright, I'll do your damn play,

-Hey. -Now you listen to me.

a woman dies right in our faces

-(Ava screams) -(head smacks)

(jets whooshing)

Pathetic excuse for a man.

Kathleen: Motherfucker!

a heck of a lot of "Spooky and the Cop."

Audience Member: Oh, my God!