Because without me, all that's left is you, a sad, selfish, mediocre actor, grasping at the last vestiges of his career. Riggan: Stop saying "we"! There is no "we"! I'm not fucking you! I'm Riggan fucking Thomson!.Riggan: What part of this don't you get? You're dead.Young Birdman: You're an impostor here.This is what's left! I'm the answer to a fucking Trivial Pursuit question! Riggan: Oh, look at me! Look at this! Look, look, look! I look like a turkey with leukemia! I'm fucking disappearing.Young Birdman: You could jump right back into that suit if you wanted to.
Riggan: And billions of flies eat shit every day! So what? Does that make it good? I don't know if you noticed, but that was 1992!.We grossed billions! You're ashamed of that? Billions! Young Birdman: No, fuck you, you coward.What are you trying to prove? You're an artist? You're not.
Young Birdman: Yeah, but fake miserable. Now, you're just a tiny, bitter cocksucker. Young Birdman: Ignorant, but charming. I dont fuck with you quotes movie#
Young Birdman: You were a movie star, remember? Pretentious, but happy.Young Birdman: Stop that shit! I'm not a mental formation.Young Birdman: Let's get the hell out of here while we can.Now you're about to destroy what's left of your career. You destroy a genius book with that infantile adaptation.
Young Birdman: You are lame, Riggan, rolling around with that poncy theater fuck in an 800-seat shithole like this. Let's go back one more time and show them what we're capable of. Wait till you see the faces of those who thought we were finished. Young Birdman: See? There you go, you motherfucker. You'll glimmer on thousands of screens around the globe. Not this talky, depressing, philosophical bullshit. Bones rattling! Big, loud, fast! Look at these people, at their eyes. Young Birdman: That's what I'm talking about. You make them jump, laugh, shit their pants. You save people from their boring, miserable lives. Pimple-faced gamers creaming in their pants. You paved the way for these other clowns. Get some surgery! Sixty's the new thirty, motherfucker. You're a movie star, man! You're a global force! Don't you get it? You spent your life building a bank account and a reputation. You tower over these other theater douchebags. Tabitha: You're no actor, you're a celebrity. So I tell you what, you take this fucking malicious, cowardly, shittyly written review and you shove that right the *fuck* up your wrinkly tight ass. You write a couple of paragraphs and you know what? None of this cost you fuckin' anything! The Fuck! You risk nothing! Nothing! Nothing! Nothing! I'm a fucking actor! Riggan: No, I'm not finished! There's nothing here about technique! There's nothing in here about structure! There's nothing in here about intentions! It's just a bunch of crappy opinions, backed up by even crappier comparisons. You mistake all those little noises in your head for true knowledge. You know what this is? You even know what that is? You don't, You know why? Because you can't see this thing if you don't have to label it. Are you kidding me? Sounds like you need penicillin to clear that up. Riggan: No, you won't call the police. What has to happen in a person's life to become a critic anyway? What are you writing, another review? Huh? Is that any good? Is it? Is it bad? Did you even see this? Let me read it. Measuring your worth in weekends? Well this is the theater and you don't get to come in here and pretend you can write, direct and act in your own propaganda piece without coming through me first. Handing each other awards for cartoons and pornography. Blissfully untrained, unversed and unprepared to even attempt real art. Would you like to know why? Because I hate you and everyone you represent. But after the opening tomorrow, I'm gonna turn in the worst review anyone has ever read and I'm gonna close your play. Tabitha: That's true I haven't read a word of it or even seen a preview. I mean, you don't even know if it's any good or not. You took-up space in a theater which *otherwise* might have been used on something worthwhile. Tabitha: As a matter of fact, you did. Um, you know, did I do something to offend you? I.
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