Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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

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

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

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

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

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

Okay, maybe a bug flew in my ear.

Stage right, in order, now.

Just listen for a minute.

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

Your mom sounds insane.

Look up here. Look at me.

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

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

...I never really had a Charlie Parker.

But that's just what the world wants now.

I'm upset!!!!! You-

And when he graduated...

Me at the airport Going insane

... with Daniel

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

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

This would not be a public hearing, you know.

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

Fletcher would never know it was you who spoke up.

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

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

I like weddings, provided they're not mine.

One more thing. Give me that.

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

I need somebody who really knows those charts.

And I'd barely see you anyway?

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

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

...I will fuck you like a pig.

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

That's a great kit.

One and two and...

Perfect, Connolly. -Oh, my God.

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

All right, man. Have fun.

I'll cue you in.

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

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

You're a dumb fuck! A dumb fuck!

I'll see you later.

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

...and he was really struggling.

- What? -I know it was you.

ANSWER!- I aggro'd but im not tanking

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

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

- Pizza. -Yeah.

One, two, one, two.

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

Bullshit! Fuck you!

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

I just eat around them.

- Say it. -I'm upset.

I'm just gonna lay it out there.

That's who you're listening to now.

Buddy Rich, Jo Jones...

Johann Gambolputty

And I loaded the pantry up with Gushers.

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

So Fordham was just like a random school?

- Okay. -You wanna meet here?

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

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

Sorry, guys. Hate to put you through this.

Hey. Hey. Sorry I'm late.

- What about you? -What about me?

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

Dragging just a hair.

THEN WHY THE FUCK DID YOU ASK ABOUT IT!?

I wanna be one of the greats.

- Where do you wanna go? -Pizza.

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

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

It's not quite right, Connolly.

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

What do you do?

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

Dying broke and drunk and full of heroin...

Save your travel receipts.

- Okay. -You wanna meet here?

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

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

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

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

Well, Fordham was Fordham.

...an absolute necessity.

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

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

Not quite my tempo.

Married men live much longer than bachelors.

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

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

I'm warming up the band now.

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

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

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

Looks like that might be all night. Neiman.

What are you doing?

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

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

Don't you know that?

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

- Parents musicians? -No.