Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I'm from Arizona, and I think they can see it.

Okay, man, ready?

Two bars for free.

You have a path, you're going to be great, I'm gonna be forgotten...

...I never really had a Charlie Parker.

Quarter note equals 330.

- Jo Jones threw a cymbal at his head. -Exactly.

My parents like to criticise me too.

What is--? You said Jayvees?

Thanks, man. Here you go.

The only reason you're a fucking core is because you misplaced a folder.

Forgot my jacket.

Not quite my tempo. Connolly.

You can barely chew this.

Got it? Or we can let Johnny Utah play the part.

What the hell was that noise?

Find the fucking folder! A fucking janitor?

I actually fucking tried.

One and two and...

One, two, three, four. Two, two, three, four.

This is why I don't think we should be together.

Let's hear some fills.

- Monday. Andrew. -All right.

This is not a Bette Midler concert. We will not be serving baked Alaska...

- Okay. Yeah. I will. -Yeah.

Me At the kid before me who’s taking 5 minutes to use the bathroom who I desperately need to come back so I can eat.

...never to be laughed at again.

Travis and Dustin, they have plenty of friends and plenty of purpose.

Tenor, let's start the pickup to 11.

...you fucking weepy-willow shit sack? -I earned that part.

Why didn't you say that?

when we leave sticks on the trailer

BULLSHIT FUCK YOU

You understand what I'm saying?

It's like a-- It's a jazz thing.

...one, I will drum your ass back to Nassau...

- We 're moving on-stage. - I got locked in my car. I'm coming.

- You know Whiplash by heart? -Yes. Every measure.

Yeah, and Dustin is heading up Model UN...

Do you think that I would let him put my son through hell...

- I do give a shit. -So are you upset? Yes or fucking no?

I swear I had it here two seconds ago. It's gotta be around here.

And please, is this really Eva?

- When did you start talking to her? -Your father got in contact this week.

If you need to fucking take a dump or get a coffee...

- I need to look at the music. -it's right here.

- One, two, three, four. -Jesus Christ.

Five, six, and...

- No, listen-- I get it. -I'm sorry.

But your friends will remember you, that's the point.

- He didn't do anything. -What is wrong with you? It's over, okay?

That's my fucking tempo

- Saw that. -Okay.

Adjusting the seat? Really?

And a year later, he goes back to the Reno and he steps up on that stage...

Five, six, and...

Get the fuck out of my guild before i demolish you

You are fucking kidding me.

- I've called 911. -Look, I gotta go.

It's the best music school in the country.

LOL FUCKIN RETARDS They're exactly like women

I gave Connolly the chart this morning.

- Did you hear, Jim? -No, what?

5 p.m. call tomorrow in Dunellen.

A-one, two, three...

I know that's not, you know, enough, but I'm just really sorry.

All right, gang, Whiplash.

I'm not gonna have my reputation in that department tarnished...

...to finally bring this home. What do you say?

I'm update? Terence

Do I look like a double fucking rainbow to you? You must be upset.

- See you after the show. -Absolutely.

Now, was I rushing or was I dragging?

When You’re Dad was so angry that you didn’t listen to what he is saying

So how's it going with the Studio Band?

I found out I'm the youngest person in the band.

I'm Terence Fletcher, these are some of the best musicians in New York...

You know, maybe you go too far and you discourage the next Charlie Parker...

If your ass is not on that stool with your own sticks in hand...

- How's that? Good? -Little right.

...so I'll start playing in competitions. I just--

- Find the folder! -Okay, I'm sorry.

- I can take it from the top. -Connolly, go ahead.

I know I made enemies.

You're gonna tell me to ease up on the drumming, spend more time with you.

JT when he changes his bowling ball

Well michael Then why the fuck didn't you say so

Don't forget to turn Neiman's pages. Here we go.

...but the band I'm leading for JVC, my drummer is not cutting it.

Hey. Come on. Please, come on. You're still open.

So for the final father-fucking time...

What the fuck is wrong with you?

The folder was your responsibility.

- Who wants dessert? -Heard from Lincoln Center?

I've made Neiman a temporary core, but with this competition coming up...

People wonder why jazz is dying.

Restarted ass Matha fucka