Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Because I wanna be great.
Four words you will never hear from the NFL.
The folks out there make a phone call, you could be a Blue Note signee...
...by a bunch of limp-dick, sour-note...
A-one, two, three...
It kind of pisses me off when people pretend like they're not.
Stop pulling adds dumb fuck you dumb fuck
Fuck you, Fletcher! Fuck you!
This place is nice.
Five, six, and...
Pov When someone annoys you about band class time
Were you rushing or were you dragging?
Hey-
- Good weekend? -Yeah, real good.
- What do they do? -My dad's a writer.
I'll cue you in.
God: I've carried your fat ass for too long
It's not that bad. She's a go-go dancer. Could've did porn, she chose not to.
I'm sorry I'm late. I'm ready to go.
- Is that from drumming? -Yeah. It's nothing.
Any fucking moron can wave his arms and keep people in tempo.
- Get your sticks, get your ass on-stage. -l-- I can't.
Because the next Charlie Parker would never be discouraged.
Like all you guys.
Sam I Am
Give a calculator to a retard, he's gonna turn on a TV with it
Answer!
Bar 93.
I'm conducting a little, though.
What about Ryan Connolly?
...so just play faster than you give hand jobs, will you?
Let's get to work, huh? How about Caravan, bar 105?
Get off. Fuck. Piece of shit!
Two, two, three. Two, two, three.
Five, six, and...
You think Carlton football is a joke? Come play with us.
End of story.
No Bird.
Everybody remember, Lincoln Center use these competitions...
Left turn, 200 feet.
Gentlemen, ladies, I apologise...
- What? -He's fine.
...because the other thing about these cats is they never forget.
Don't stop.
...on behalf of Shaffer Conservatory.
Hey. Hey, hey-
Let's do Billy Zane from the top, yes? Yes?
I play the new cymbals now.
And when he graduated...
- Hey. -How are you?
Faster!
Five, six, and...
What's he written?
I don't love it there, to be honest.
...just proves my point, really.
What are you looking for? There's no gold down there.
Being the greatest musician of the 20th century is anybody's idea of success.
Then why the fuck didn't you say so?
Why'd you pick Shaffer?
Tell me it’s not you, Elmer Fudd
...you earned the part.
We're gonna do some old standards, but we're gonna start with a new tune...
We definitely have an out-of-tune player.
Excellent. Give me five, baby.
Truth is, I don't think people understood...
One, two, three, four. One, two, three--
- Okay. Yeah. I will. -Yeah.
I didn't know they allowed retards.
Answer I'm Upset
Sight-read measure 101.
...I swear to fucking God, I will stop being so polite.
All right, let’s try something else. Uh, from the top. Ready. One, two, three.
- That's classier. -I can deal with that.
- Fuck you. -Get the--
Stop. Now answer my question.
Thanks.
Faster!
If he put half the effort into playing the trombone...
Five, six, and...
And I'd barely see you anyway?
His name was Sean Casey.
Cool.
All I wanna do is give you both a crack at it, all right?
Cries himself to sleep that night, but the next morning, what does he do?