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Young Birdman:
You are lame, Riggan, rolling around with that poncy theater fuck in an 800-seat shithole like this. Oh, you really fucked up this time. You destroy a genius book with that infantile adaptation. Now you're about to destroy what's left of your career. It's pathetic. Riggan:
[trying to meditate]
Breathing in, I am calm... Young Birdman:
Let's get the hell out of here while we can. Riggan:
[trying to meditate]
... I ignore this mental formation. This is a mental formation. Young Birdman:
Stop that shit! I'm not a mental formation. I'm you, asshole. Riggan:
Leave me alone. Young Birdman:
You were a movie star, remember? Pretentious, but happy. Riggan:
I wasn't happy. Young Birdman:
Ignorant, but charming. Now, you're just a tiny, bitter cocksucker. Riggan:
I was fucking miserable. Young Birdman:
Yeah, but fake miserable. Hollywood miserable. What are you trying to prove? You're an artist? You're not. Riggan:
Fuck you! Young Birdman:
No, fuck you, you coward. We grossed Billions! You're ashamed of that? Billions! 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! Young Birdman:
You could jump right back into that suit if you wanted to. Riggan:
[rips open his shirt]
Oh, look at me! Look at this! Look, look, look! I look like a turkey with leukemia! I'm fucking disappearing. This is what's left! I'm the answer to a fucking Trivial Pursuit question! Young Birdman:
You're an impostor here. Eventually they will figure you out. Riggan:
What part of this don't you get? You're dead. Young Birdman:
We are not dead. Riggan:
Oh, please, just stay dead. Young Birdman:
We are not dead. Riggan:
Stop saying "we"! There is no "we"! I'm not fucking you! I'm Riggan fucking Thomson! Young Birdman:
No, you're Birdman. Because without me, all that's left is you, a sad, selfish, mediocre actor, grasping at the last vestiges of his career. [Riggan uses telekinesis to grab his poster and slam it into the wall] Young Birdman:
What the hell did you do that for? I liked that poster. It's always "we", brother. Riggan:
Fuck you! Shut the fuck up! Leave me alone! You're fucking, so fucking annoying! Shut up! [notices Jake enter the room and immediately calms down] Riggan:
Hey. What's up?
You are lame, Riggan, rolling around with that poncy theater fuck in an 800-seat shithole like this. Oh, you really fucked up this time. You destroy a genius book with that infantile adaptation. Now you're about to destroy what's left of your career. It's pathetic. Riggan:
[trying to meditate]
Breathing in, I am calm... Young Birdman:
Let's get the hell out of here while we can. Riggan:
[trying to meditate]
... I ignore this mental formation. This is a mental formation. Young Birdman:
Stop that shit! I'm not a mental formation. I'm you, asshole. Riggan:
Leave me alone. Young Birdman:
You were a movie star, remember? Pretentious, but happy. Riggan:
I wasn't happy. Young Birdman:
Ignorant, but charming. Now, you're just a tiny, bitter cocksucker. Riggan:
I was fucking miserable. Young Birdman:
Yeah, but fake miserable. Hollywood miserable. What are you trying to prove? You're an artist? You're not. Riggan:
Fuck you! Young Birdman:
No, fuck you, you coward. We grossed Billions! You're ashamed of that? Billions! 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! Young Birdman:
You could jump right back into that suit if you wanted to. Riggan:
[rips open his shirt]
Oh, look at me! Look at this! Look, look, look! I look like a turkey with leukemia! I'm fucking disappearing. This is what's left! I'm the answer to a fucking Trivial Pursuit question! Young Birdman:
You're an impostor here. Eventually they will figure you out. Riggan:
What part of this don't you get? You're dead. Young Birdman:
We are not dead. Riggan:
Oh, please, just stay dead. Young Birdman:
We are not dead. Riggan:
Stop saying "we"! There is no "we"! I'm not fucking you! I'm Riggan fucking Thomson! Young Birdman:
No, you're Birdman. Because without me, all that's left is you, a sad, selfish, mediocre actor, grasping at the last vestiges of his career. [Riggan uses telekinesis to grab his poster and slam it into the wall] Young Birdman:
What the hell did you do that for? I liked that poster. It's always "we", brother. Riggan:
Fuck you! Shut the fuck up! Leave me alone! You're fucking, so fucking annoying! Shut up! [notices Jake enter the room and immediately calms down] Riggan:
Hey. What's up?
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You're an imposter here
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Eventually they will figure you out
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What part of this don't you get You're dead
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We are not dead
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Oh please just stay dead
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We are not dead
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Stop saying well There is no we
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I'm not fucking you I'm Riggan fucking Thomson
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No you're Birdman
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Because without me all that's left is you
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a sad selfish mediocre actor
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grasping at the last vestiges of his career
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What the hell did you do that for I liked that poster
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It's always we brother
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Fuck you Shut the fuck up
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Leave me alone
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You're fucking so fucking annoying Shut up
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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
Jake
