Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

-Shit. -(Michael groaning)
Michael was on stage the entire time.
Well, you got to love 'em, and you got to understand 'em.
Showtime, baby.
It's worth every penny!
thanks, could you get me a hibiscus tea, please?
Are you here to give me some notes before my swan song?
Now you're going to give them another whack at the piñata.
-Mama. -Kathleen: What?
Oh, goddamn you!
Asshole.
How is it not my fault?
Okay. Five minutes to call, people. Five minutes.
Okay. Now, Bill.
-Hey. -It's Charlie.
This isn't easy for me, Michael.
Jennifer Jason Leigh, "Single White Female."
-Yes. -Hmm?
Jesus.
That falling light saved your life.
he used to rig the floor.
It's our one-night-only gala event.
because they smell peanut-based
psycho psycho
Fucking actors, man.
* Who's your daddy? And by that, I mean *
all the way till the end till the trapdoor fall.
Always looking up at the skies
so I'll tell you.
Oh, I belong here.
Officer: I think we've got everything we need.
Maybe I'm a lightweight now.
Bill, I would like to run through my monologue
A May-December romance really warms my heart.
poison your spirit...
Some folks say that that's why they fly their jets so low.
Man (on radio): Ten minutes to curtain.
It rages in your blood.
This is my stage!
Is anyone else besides Kathleen
Truth, truth, truth. Now, you.
and did not fall through.
You happen to know anyplace else
(lighter clicking)
Do you know what it's like for an actress of a certain age?
(thunder rumbling over earphones)
Jesus. Should you be leaving those out?
No.
(whispers): I want you to.
-* Who? Ben Franklin * -* You *
and they say peanut butter on them,
Why did I push Bobby? Why?
that had to go wrong.
I could go into anaphylactic shock actually.
* Helped me find the key *
Brrrr!
Michael: What are you afraid of?
It was just a little Irish coffee
too much of both of us inside her.
Psycho.
Harry: Looks like dry ice.
and Phil's notes from last night.
But I have to ask you for a favor.
Oh, grow up, you're a kept man.
Was he happy, our son?
It's the last thing I remember before...
A lying, philandering failure.
Are you a thruple?
Michael: What?