Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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

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

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

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

Two bars for free.

So how's it going with the Studio Band?

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

- Saw that. -Okay.

You are fucking kidding me.

What the hell was that noise?

BULLSHIT FUCK YOU

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

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

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

Get the fuck out of my guild before i demolish you

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

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

- Monday. Andrew. -All right.

...I never really had a Charlie Parker.

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

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

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

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

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

You can barely chew this.

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

Five, six, and...

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

You understand what I'm saying?

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

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

Quarter note equals 330.

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

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

- See you after the show. -Absolutely.

Find the fucking folder! A fucking janitor?

Tenor, let's start the pickup to 11.

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

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

Restarted ass Matha fucka

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

And please, is this really Eva?

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

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

Okay, man, ready?

when we leave sticks on the trailer

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

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

I gave Connolly the chart this morning.

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

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

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

I actually fucking tried.

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

A-one, two, three...

It's the best music school in the country.

So for the final father-fucking time...

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.

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

Now, was I rushing or was I dragging?

Let's hear some fills.

- Okay. Yeah. I will. -Yeah.

5 p.m. call tomorrow in Dunellen.

Why didn't you say that?

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

All right, gang, Whiplash.

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

I know I made enemies.

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

Not quite my tempo. Connolly.

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

What the fuck is wrong with you?

One and two and...

What is--? You said Jayvees?

The folder was your responsibility.

...never to be laughed at again.

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

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

Thanks, man. Here you go.

Five, six, and...

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

LOL FUCKIN RETARDS They're exactly like women

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

Forgot my jacket.

Adjusting the seat? Really?

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

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

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

People wonder why jazz is dying.

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

- Who wants dessert? -Heard from Lincoln Center?

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

My parents like to criticise me too.