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Tabitha:
It doesn't matter. I'm gonna destroy your play. Riggan:
But, you didn't even... see it. Um, you know, did I do something to offend you? I... I am feeling sorry... Tabitha:
[interrupting]
As a matter of fact, you did. You took-up space in a theater which *otherwise* might have been used on something worthwhile. Riggan:
Okay... well. I mean, you don't even know if it's any good or not... I didn't... Tabitha:
That's true; I haven't read a word of it or even seen a preview. But after the opening tomorrow, I'm gonna turn in the worst review anyone has ever read and I'm gonna close your play. Would you like to know why? Because I hate you and everyone you represent. Entitled, selfish, spoiled children. Blissfully untrained, unversed and unprepared to even attempt real art. Handing each other awards for cartoons and pornography. 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. So break a leg. Riggan:
Wow. You know... 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. Tabitha:
I will call the police! Riggan:
No, you won't call the police... let's read your fuckin' review. "Callow." Callow is a *label*. It's just... "Lackluster." That's just a labels. Margin... marginalia. Are you kidding me? Sounds like you need penicillin to clear that up. That's a label too. These are all just labels. You just label everything. That's so fuckin' lazy... You just... You're a lazy fucker. You're a lazy... 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. You mistake all those little noises in your head for true knowledge. Tabitha:
Are you finished? 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 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! [breathes deeply] Riggan:
This play cost me everything... 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. Tabitha:
You're no actor, You're a celebrity. Let's be clear on that. [picks up her notepad and started to turn. But then picks up the flower from table and put it in Riggan's fist] Tabitha:
I'm gonna kill your play
It doesn't matter. I'm gonna destroy your play. Riggan:
But, you didn't even... see it. Um, you know, did I do something to offend you? I... I am feeling sorry... Tabitha:
[interrupting]
As a matter of fact, you did. You took-up space in a theater which *otherwise* might have been used on something worthwhile. Riggan:
Okay... well. I mean, you don't even know if it's any good or not... I didn't... Tabitha:
That's true; I haven't read a word of it or even seen a preview. But after the opening tomorrow, I'm gonna turn in the worst review anyone has ever read and I'm gonna close your play. Would you like to know why? Because I hate you and everyone you represent. Entitled, selfish, spoiled children. Blissfully untrained, unversed and unprepared to even attempt real art. Handing each other awards for cartoons and pornography. 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. So break a leg. Riggan:
Wow. You know... 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. Tabitha:
I will call the police! Riggan:
No, you won't call the police... let's read your fuckin' review. "Callow." Callow is a *label*. It's just... "Lackluster." That's just a labels. Margin... marginalia. Are you kidding me? Sounds like you need penicillin to clear that up. That's a label too. These are all just labels. You just label everything. That's so fuckin' lazy... You just... You're a lazy fucker. You're a lazy... 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. You mistake all those little noises in your head for true knowledge. Tabitha:
Are you finished? 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 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! [breathes deeply] Riggan:
This play cost me everything... 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. Tabitha:
You're no actor, You're a celebrity. Let's be clear on that. [picks up her notepad and started to turn. But then picks up the flower from table and put it in Riggan's fist] Tabitha:
I'm gonna kill your play
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to even attempt real art
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Handing each other awards for cartoons and pornography
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Measuring your worth in weekends
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Well this is the theater
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You don't get to come here and pretend
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you can write direct and act
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in your own propaganda piece
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without coming through me first
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Ah So break a leg
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Wow So what has to happen in a person's life
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for them to become a critic anyway
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What are you writing a review
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Huh Is it any good
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Is it bad Did you even see it Let me read it
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I will call the police
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No you won't Let's read your fucking review
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Callow Callow is a label
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Lackluster That's just a label
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Marginalia Are you kidding me
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It sounds like you need penicillin to clear that up
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That's a label too These are all labels You just label everything
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That's so fucking lazy You're a lazy fucker
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You're a lazy
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Movie Summary
A washed-up superhero actor attempts to revive his fading career by writing, directing, and starring in a Broadway production.
Actors
Tabitha
Riggan
