Hi Scott, have you seen Will's suggestion with "Fame"? You have mixed him and me up at the Good Will Hunting suggestion, therefore I supposed you missed his idea. You can find it here: http://gointothestory.blcklst.com/2016/02/daily-dialogue-theme-next-week-annoying.html#comments Bests

and another suggestion from me: ...Riggan slams the door shut and paces in a rage. He glares at a make-up box on the table and, points his finger at it, and sends it flying across the room. BIRDMAN (V.O.): You are lame, Riggan. Rolling around with that third rate actor in an 800 seat shithole like this. RIGGAN (Whispering): Breathing in, I feel my rage. Breathing out, I embrace my mental formations. BIRDMAN (V.O.): You're going to let that poncey theater fuck threaten you? Riggan continues breathing deeply with his eyes tightly closed. He smiles a tiny artificial smile. RIGGAN (Whispering): Breathing in, I am calm. Breathing out, I ignore my mental formations. This is a mental formation. This is a mental form-- BIRDMAN (V.O.): Stop that shit. I am not a mental formation. I am "you", asshole. Riggan looks down at the poster on the floor. RIGGAN (Whispering): Leave me alone. BIRDMAN (V.O.): You were a movie star, remember? Pretentious, but happy... Riggan opens his eyes, slowly. A sad expression on his face. RIGGAN: I was not happy. BIRDMAN: ...Ignorant but charming. Now you are a tiny bitter cocksucker. RIGGAN: Shut up! Stop whining! I was miserable! BIRDMAN (V.O.): Yeah. But fake miserable. Hollywood miserable. Riggan points his fingers at a lamp and sends it flying. BIRDMAN (V.O.): What are you trying to prove? Huh? That you’re an artist? You’re not. RIGGAN: Fuck you! Riggan points his fingers at a chair and sends it flying. BIRDMAN (V.O.): Fuck you, coward! And fuck those critics that made you quit. Our franchise grossed billions worldwi-- RIGGAN: And billions of flies eat shit everyday! So what? Does that make it good? (Beat.) And I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but that was 1992! Look at me! (He takes off his shirt.) This is what's left! (Grabbing his neck.) This! (Grabbing his chest.) This! (Totally exploding.) I'm fucking disappearing! I'm the answer to a fucking trivial pursuit question. Riggan sits down, exhausted. RIGGAN (CONT'D): What part of that don't you get? You're fucking dead. BIRDMAN (V.O.): We are not dead. We’re-- RIGGAN: Stop saying 'we'! There is no 'we'. I am not you. I'm Riggan fucking Thomson. BIRDMAN (V.O.): No. You're Birdman. Because without me, all that's left is "you". A sad, selfish, mediocre actor, grasping-- Riggan points his finger and sends the poster flying, spearing it on a coat rack, piercing Birdman right through the heart. Finally, silence. Until... BIRDMAN (V.O.): What the hell did you do that for? I liked that poster. A confused Riggan looks over to the wall, where the lamp on the floor is creating a shadow of his figure. Only in the shadow, it appears as if Riggan is wearing the Birdman costume. Stunned, Riggan slowly lifts one arm and in the shadow we see a wing. BIRDMAN (V.O.): It's always 'we' brother. — Birdman or The Unexpected Virtue of Ignorance (2014), written by Alejandro González Iñárritu, Nicolás Giacobone, Alexander Dinelaris & Armando Bo, based on the play by Raymond Carver https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uJfLoE6hanc (couldn‘t find the scene, here is the trailer) Trivia: Given the unusual style of filming long takes, Edward Norton and Michael Keaton kept a running tally of flubs made by the actors. Emma Stone made the most mistakes; Zach Galifianakis made the fewest. He actually did mess up a few lines during the filming, but played his mistakes off well enough that the shots were included in the film. Dialogue on Dialogue: You can avoid annoying people. But you cannot get rid of your own inner-self.