Crazy, druggy, wise-ass daughter, MILF-y wife with perky tits.
Birdman
3.2s
A lot. A lot, exactly! Fuck you. Yes!
Birdman
1.8s
I'm going back to teaching.
Birdman
2.5s
Bullshit. They don't know you, your work.
Birdman
2.3s
You're not Farrah Fawcett, Riggan.
Birdman
1.3s
Who ordered a sun bed?
Birdman
12.6s
And I'm thinking, "Oh, boy... "...the next morning, when Sam looks at the paper... "...it's going to be Clooney's face on the front page, not mine." You know? Boom.
Birdman
4.5s
A douchebag's born every minute! That was P.T. Barnum's premise when he invented the circus...
Birdman
3.4s
...and an hour later, were telling me how much you loved me.
Birdman
4.3s
They know the guy from the bird suit who tells coy, slightly vomitous stories on Letterman.
Birdman
1.8s
How's that going?
Birdman
3.8s
The point is, you don't know the guy. We fucking get it.
Birdman
1.5s
Shut up. Oh.
Birdman
11.8s
Oh, no! That's the thing... "I'm the wrong person to ask." I think it's, "Fuck you." "Fuck you. Don't put me on the spot." "Don't make me feel self-conscious about my marriage "while my wife is sitting..."
Birdman
4.2s
Your gun is ridiculous. I can see the red plug in the barrel...
