Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- Answer! -Rushing.

About jazz, my charts. Because of that, you're gonna start to resent me.

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

I do not intend to start losing.

Connolly, get your ass back on the kit.

Jackson, congratulations, you're fourth chair.

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

You just tell that little fucking redhead I'll-- I'm gonna be there, okay? Fuck.

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

And his opinion means a lot to you, doesn't it?

My dad says that I have-- I have trouble making eye contact.

That there is nothing in the world more important to me than you?

I'd give anything to be there again this fall.

I need the music. It's my memory, I need visual cues.

No, I applied to a bunch of schools, Fordham let me in.

Okay, maybe a bug flew in my ear.

- Trav got named this year's MVP. -That's fantastic, Travis.

That's your idea of success?

Bob Ellis on the drums.

I can still fucking see you, Mini-Me!

All I wanna do is give you both a crack at it, all right?

...or are you gonna be on my fucking time?

Now, was I rushing or was I dragging?

Yes, you are upset.

When did you become a fucking expert on what I can do...

Okay. Well, I guess maybe I'll see you guys there.

Faster. Faster.

- Good morning. -All right.

To make sure Terence Fletcher is never allowed to do this to another student.

You're rushing. Here we go.

Hey. Hey. Sorry I'm late.

I told you about how Charlie Parker became Charlie Parker, right?

Connolly, get your ass back on the kit.

One and two and...

I'd give anything to be there again this fall.

Why do you you suppose I just hurled a chair at your head, Fergie?

Don't worry about Fletcher. He's more bark than bite.

Now we're gonna slow it down a little bit.

But the truth was that he barely squeaked in to begin with...

Okay, why don't you just tell Fletcher that I'm coming, you motherfucker?

Everybody remember, Lincoln Center use these competitions...

I go to Fordham.

Bye. I'll see you later. Bye.

Not quite my tempo. Connolly.

Perfect, Connolly. -Oh, my God.

Start practising harder, Neiman.

Yeah, I mean, it's not for everybody.

...like a fucking 9-year-old girl.

...whatever, now might be a good time.

Five, six, and...

I believe that is...

...from ever becoming Charlie Parker. -No, man, no.

And I've thought about it a lot, and this is what's gonna happen.

One, two, one, two.

- I'm upset. -Louder.

- Well, hey, listen-- -I mean, come on.

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

And I would stop you from doing that?

Why would you do this to me?

Not quite my tempo.

then why the fuck didn't you say so

Don't you know I would never let that happen?

Trombone, bar 24. The and of two.

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

Hey. Don't fucking touch my folder, man.

- I gotta get my sticks. -No, stay away from the car.

What the fuck you doing?

Cool. Okay, well...

...than good job.

Were you rushing or were you dragging?

Five, six, seven...

They'll make great school board presidents.

Yeah. Well, I don't know. He saw me play today.

All right, let's get to work, ladies.

Cool. Okay, well...

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

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

All Connolly ever was to me was incentive for you.

...whose Mommy left Daddy when she figured out he wasn't Eugene O'Neill.

You never earned anything. You are a self-righteous prick.

Four words you will never hear from the nfl

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

So for the final father-fucking time...

All right, everybody, from the top.

We're gonna stay until I find a drummer who can fucking play in time.

Yeah, that's my boy.

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

- He just laughs. -So how's the drumming going, Andy?

But is there a line?

Bar 17, the and of four.

Bob Ellis on the drums.

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

TRY ME YOU FUCKING WEASEL

- Are you driving, man? -No.

What are you doing?

Tune the set to B-flat, then turn my pages.

Yeah. It's all right.

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