Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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

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

Now, was I rushing or was I dragging?

You're rushing. Here we go.

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

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

What the fuck you doing?

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

What are you doing?

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

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

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

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

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

Connolly, get your ass back on the kit.

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

Everybody remember, Lincoln Center use these competitions...

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

...than good job.

- Are you driving, man? -No.

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

TRY ME YOU FUCKING WEASEL

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

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

Bar 17, the and of four.

Jackson, congratulations, you're fourth chair.

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

Not quite my tempo.

then why the fuck didn't you say so

Hey. Hey. Sorry I'm late.

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

And I would stop you from doing that?

Five, six, and...

I can still fucking see you, Mini-Me!

Bye. I'll see you later. Bye.

Start practising harder, Neiman.

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

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

- I'm upset. -Louder.

Faster. Faster.

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

Why would you do this to me?

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

Were you rushing or were you dragging?

Not quite my tempo. Connolly.

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

Okay, maybe a bug flew in my ear.

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

One and two and...

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

Cool. Okay, well...

All right, everybody, from the top.

All Connolly ever was to me was incentive for you.

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

They'll make great school board presidents.

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

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

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

I go to Fordham.

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

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

Bob Ellis on the drums.

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

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

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

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

Five, six, seven...

Yeah. It's all right.

Yes, you are upset.

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

One, two, one, two.

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

Bob Ellis on the drums.

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

Cool. Okay, well...

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

That's your idea of success?

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

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

So for the final father-fucking time...

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

Connolly, get your ass back on the kit.

I believe that is...

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

- Good morning. -All right.

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

Four words you will never hear from the nfl

Yeah, that's my boy.

I do not intend to start losing.

But is there a line?

Trombone, bar 24. The and of two.

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

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

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

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

Perfect, Connolly. -Oh, my God.

- Answer! -Rushing.

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