Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

A medical condition? What, are you Sanjay Gupta?

- That's a good laugh, right? -I'm sorry.

- I can use Ryan's sticks. -Neiman, you lost the fucking part.

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

oopsy-daisy. Forgot My Jacket.

I left them in the car. I'll be right back. Five minutes.

Stage right, in order, now.

One and two and...

One and two and...

I've carried your fat ass for too long.

Are you playing an instrument yet?

Maybe I'm literally the only one, I don't know.

Five, six, and...

I'm using the Studio Band playlist.

She did wanna be an actress when she was my age.

Are you okay? Are you okay?

You can barely chew this.

It's sort of like fun, you know, playing a prince of the land. You would show the proper things to do.

- Parents musicians? -No.

- No big deal. -Good morning, everybody.

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

- You two know each other, right? -Yeah, Nassau band.

I've carried your fat ass for too long.

It's okay. Play.

I'm really sorry about everything.

...by Tim Simonec called Upswingin'.

That's been your problem the whole time? The seat height?

I'm so glad you figured it out. It's a nasty business, I am sure.

- What does that say? -Quarter note equals 215.

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

Cherokee. From the top.

You believe that, right?

...because the other thing about these cats is they never forget.

- That's classier. -I can deal with that.

- What does that have to do with me? -He suffered from anxiety, depression.

No, no, I know, I know.

- I can't. -I can.

No, I didn't. You can't do this.

I'm sorry I'm late. I'm ready to go.

- Fuck you. -You got 1O minutes...

- What? -I know it was you.

...I swear to fucking God, I will stop being so polite.

I'd like to try Neiman on this.

Take the weekend. Think about it.

I said not now! If you want the fucking part, earn it.

go Leap direction

Who's now weeping and slobbering all over my drum set...

YOU ARE A WORTHLESS, FRIENDLESS, CHAPPED-LIPPED PIECE OF SHIT...

Jesus fucking Christ, where have you been?

Five, six, and...

Hey, look, you-- I can play these charts.

You just gotta listen to the greats, then.

...on behalf of Shaffer Conservatory.

All right, take 10. When we get back, the squeaker's on.

He's out of your life. Why would you let him get away?

Give a calculator to a retard, he's gonna turn on a TV with it.

All right, gang, listen up. Now, for those of you who are new at this...

COMPRAR UN AUTO EN SAN JOSE AMIGOS BUEN TRABAJO!

Five, six, and...

...you fucking pathetic, pansy-ass fruit fuck.

Room B-16 tomorrow morning, 6:00 a.m. Don't be late.

Please go away.

- I don't know. -Sure you do.

- Why isn't it on you? -Where's the folder?

Yeah, it's going really, really well, actually.

Are you one of those single-tear people?

...that's why guys wouldn't like me.

- And Andy, with your drumming. -it's going okay, Andy?

So imagine if Jones had just said:

Five, six, and...

Neiman, what the fuck?

What the fuck did you say to me?

What's up, Andrew?

Don't worry about what other guys are thinking.

By the time you're done at Shaffer, you'll make Daddy look like a success story.

Yeah, I think he likes me more now.

You know of his death?

No, I didn't. You can't do this.

I was there to push people beyond what's expected of them.

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

Me to Nestor when he’s benching the bar

Now, are you a rusher...

I'm gonna keep pursuing what I'm pursuing.

Down the line. Trumpets, bars seven and eight.

Because I wanna be great.

Bitch had a foot fetish or something.

Last time I saw you, you were very tiny.

I play the new cymbals now.

Piece of shit. I'll fucking kill you.

I just thought you should know.

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

Fudd has a chance of getting put back in, so why would he jeopardise that?

Connolly, get your fucking ass back on the kit.

I'm upset ...with Daniel

I do not intend to start losing.

Tell me it's not you, Elmer Fudd.

Wait for my cue.

I gave Neiman the folder and Neiman lost it.