Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Look up here. Look at me.

And when he graduated...

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

All right, man. Have fun.

Your mom sounds insane.

- So you wanna take me out. -I would love to take you out.

ANSWER!- I aggro'd but im not tanking

And I loaded the pantry up with Gushers.

I'm just gonna lay it out there.

... with Daniel

Because I'm doing that, it's gonna take up my time.

Bar 106, brass, do not forget we sharp that ninth.

- We have an issue. -Okay, now is not the time.

Looks like that might be all night. Neiman.

...and he was really struggling.

- Would you like that? -Be my piano player?

Just listen for a minute.

Not quite my tempo.

Perfect, Connolly. -Oh, my God.

I'm warming up the band now.

...Marsalis made him third trumpet at Lincoln Center.

And here comes Mr. Gay Pride of the Upper West Side himself.

I just eat around them.

THEN WHY THE FUCK DID YOU ASK ABOUT IT!?

I'm upset!!!!! You-

Give yourselves at least two hours to get there this time, all right?

Don't you know that?

...I never really had a Charlie Parker.

When you forgot something in at home While driving to school. Ur dad’s pissed at u

- Tell Fletcher I'm coming. - What's taking you so long?

Hey, are you gonna tell them about your game this week?

- Say it. -I'm upset.

- Okay. -You wanna meet here?

- What about you? -What about me?

- Where do you wanna go? -Pizza.

That was a little extra avant-garde there from the rhythm section.

Two, two, three. Two, two, three.

And I'd barely see you anyway?

Yeah, I guess maybe you don't have it.

So Fordham was just like a random school?

You are a worthless, friendless, faggot lipped piece of shit

I need somebody who really knows those charts.

Married men live much longer than bachelors.

Well, Fordham was Fordham.

And he practises and he practises with one goal in mind...

Okay, get out of here. Pick up the new chart by the door on your way out.

I like weddings, provided they're not mine.

Hey. Hey. Sorry I'm late.

...flatter-than-their-girlfriends, flexible-tempo dipshits.

But that's just what the world wants now.

One more thing. Give me that.

Johann Gambolputty

- Oh, why is that? -I don't know. I never saw the use.

- What? -I know it was you.

That's who you're listening to now.

Okay, get out of here. Pick up the new chart by the door on your way out.

It's not quite right, Connolly.

- Okay. -You wanna meet here?

...I will fuck you like a pig.

What are you doing?

One, two, one, two.

...because I'm some girl who doesn't know what she wants.

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

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

- What? -That's the name of the song.

You're a dumb fuck! A dumb fuck!

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

THATS BEEN YOUR PROBLEM THE WHOLE TIME? THE SEAT HEIGHT!?!?!

Sorry, guys. Hate to put you through this.

- Do you know who I am? -Yes, sir.

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

- But, like, what do you want to study? -I don't really know.

The faculty were all telling him, Maybe this isn't for you.

Okay, maybe a bug flew in my ear.

- Pizza. -Yeah.

Buddy Rich, Jo Jones...

That's a great kit.

...I just wanna make very sure this chart is in the best shape it can be.

Is that really the fastest you can play, you worthless Hymie fuck?

It's the name of the ensemble, but it's a big step forward in my career.

if I ever see someone ask about the F1M again I swear to fucking god I will stop being so polite

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

This would not be a public hearing, you know.

...flatter-than-their-girlfriends, flexible-tempo dipshits.

One and two and...

...an absolute necessity.

...soon to be Rhodes Scholar and who knows what else.

Stage right, in order, now.

I wanna be one of the greats.

I'll see you later.

...and plays the best motherfucking solo the world has ever heard.

Dying broke and drunk and full of heroin...

I'll cue you in.

- Parents musicians? -No.

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

Fletcher would never know it was you who spoke up.

Dragging just a hair.

What do you do?

- Haven't you thought of getting married? -I did.

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

What, are you in a fucking a cappella group? Play the goddamn kit.

Bullshit! Fuck you!

Now, the Caseys aren't wealthy, they don't wanna file suit.

Me at the airport Going insane

FLECTHER: So for the final ... REDACTING TIME!!!!!!!!, SAY IT LOUDER!!!!!!!! NEIMAN: I'M UPSET!!!!!!!!

Save your travel receipts.

...because Jones threw a cymbal at his head.

- All right. Great to see you. -Great seeing you.

Or don't. I don't give a shit.