Terence Fletcher: We have a squeaker today, class. His name is Andrew Nieman, he's 19 years old. Isn't he cute?
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Terence Fletcher: There are no two words in the English language more harmful than "good job".
Andrew: HEY, FUCK OFF, JOHNNY UTAH! TURN MY PAGES, BITCH!
Terence Fletcher: I was there to push people beyond what's expected of them. I believe that's an absolute necessity.
Terence Fletcher: For the record, Metz wasn't out of tune. You were, Erickson, but he didn't know and that's bad enough.
Terence Fletcher: Nieman, you earned the part. Alternates, will you clean the blood off my drum set?
Terence Fletcher: I never really had a Charlie Parker. But I tried. I actually fucking tried. And that's more than most people ever do.
Terence Fletcher: I can still fucking see you, Mini Me!
Terence Fletcher: If you want the fucking part, earn it!
Terence Fletcher: That is not your boyfriend's dick. Do not come early.
Terence Fletcher: You think I'm fucking stupid? I know it was you.
Terence Fletcher: Motherfucker! Connelly, get your ass back on the kit.
Terence Fletcher: Get the fuck off my sight before I'll demolish you!
Terence Fletcher: If you deliberately sabotage my band, I will fuck you like a pig.
Terence Fletcher: Is that all you have you worthless Hymie fuck? No wonder mommy ran out on you.
Andrew, what are you doing, man? Andrew: I'll cue you in!
Terence Fletcher: We have a squeaker today, class. His name is Andrew Nieman, he's 19 years old. Isn't he cute?
Poster of Buddy Rich on Andrew's wall: IF YOU DON'T HAVE ABILITY, YOU WIND UP PLAYING IN A ROCK BAND
Terence Fletcher: Oh my dear God. Are you one of those single tear people? Do I look like a double fucking rainbow to you?
Terence Fletcher: Tanner, are you a fucking statue? Let's go! Get off the stool.
Ryan: Don't worry about Fletcher. He's more bark than bite.
Terence Fletcher: You've got ten minutes, you fucking pathetic pansy-ass fruit-fuck!
Terence Fletcher: There are no two words in the English language more harmful than "good job".
Andrew: HEY, FUCK OFF, JOHNNY UTAH! TURN MY PAGES, BITCH!
Terence Fletcher: Not quite my tempo.
Terence Fletcher: I was there to push people beyond what's expected of them. I believe that's an absolute necessity.
Terence Fletcher: For the record, Metz wasn't out of tune. You were, Erickson, but he didn't know and that's bad enough.
Terence Fletcher: Nieman, you earned the part. Alternates, will you clean the blood off my drum set?
Terence Fletcher: I never really had a Charlie Parker. But I tried. I actually fucking tried. And that's more than most people ever do.
Terence Fletcher: I can still fucking see you, Mini Me!
Terence Fletcher: That is not your boyfriend's dick. Do not come early.
Terence Fletcher: If you want the fucking part, earn it!
Terence Fletcher: You think I'm fucking stupid? I know it was you.
Andrew: Are you serious? That shit?
Terence Fletcher: Get the fuck off my sight before I'll demolish you!
Terence Fletcher: Motherfucker! Connelly, get your ass back on the kit.
Terence Fletcher: If you deliberately sabotage my band, I will fuck you like a pig.
Terence Fletcher: Is that all you have you worthless Hymie fuck? No wonder mommy ran out on you.
Terence Fletcher: We have a squeaker today, class. His name is Andrew Nieman, he's 19 years old. Isn't he cute?
Poster of Buddy Rich on Andrew's wall: IF YOU DON'T HAVE ABILITY, YOU WIND UP PLAYING IN A ROCK BAND
Terence Fletcher: Oh my dear God. Are you one of those single tear people? Do I look like a double fucking rainbow to you?
Terence Fletcher: Tanner, are you a fucking statue? Let's go! Get off the stool.
Andrew: HEY, FUCK OFF, JOHNNY UTAH! TURN MY PAGES, BITCH!
Terence Fletcher: Is that all you have you worthless Hymie fuck? No wonder mommy ran out on you.
Terence Fletcher: Were you rushing or were you dragging? Andrew: I-I don't know. Terence Fletcher: Start counting! Andrew: Five, six... Terence Fletcher: In four, dammit! Look at me! Andrew: One, two, three, four. Andrew: One, two, three, four. Andrew: One, two, three... Terence Fletcher: Now, was I rushing or I was dragging? Andrew: I don't know. Terence Fletcher: Count again. Andrew: One, two, three, four. Andrew: One, two, three, four. Andrew: One, two, three, four... Terence Fletcher: Rushing or dragging? Andrew: Rushing. Terence Fletcher: So, you do know the difference!
Andrew: But is there a line? You know, maybe you go too far, and you discourage the next Charlie Parker from ever becoming Charlie Parker? Terence Fletcher: No, man, no. Because the next Charlie Parker would never be discouraged.
Terence Fletcher: You are upset. Terence Fletcher: Say it. Andrew: I'm upset. Terence Fletcher: Say it so the whole band can hear you. Andrew: I'm upset! Terence Fletcher: Louder! Andrew: I'm upset! Terence Fletcher: LOUDER! Andrew: I'M UPSET! Terence Fletcher: You are a worthless, friendless, faggot-lipped little piece of shit whose mommy left daddy when she figured out he wasn't Eugene O'Neill, and who is now weeping and slobbering all over my drum set like a fucking nine-year old girl! So for the final, FATHER-FUCKING time, SAY IT LOUDER! Andrew: I'M UPSET! Terence Fletcher: Start practicing harder, Nieman.
Terence Fletcher: You're here for a reason. You believe that, right? Andrew: Yeah. Terence Fletcher: Say it. Andrew: *I'm here for a reason* Terence Fletcher: Cool. All right, man. Have fun.
Andrew: I'm just gonna lay it out there. This is why I don't think we should be together. And I've thought about it a lot and this is what's gonna happen. I'm gonna keep pursuing what I'm pursuing. And because I'm doing that, it's gonna take up more and more of my time. And I'm not gonna be able to spend as much time with you. And when I do spend time with you, I'm gonna be thinking about drumming. And I'm gonna be thinking about jazz music, my charts, all that. And because of that, you're gonna start to resent me. And you're gonna tell me to ease up on the drumming, spend more time with you because you're not feeling important. And I'm not gonna be able to do that. And really, I'm gonna start to resent you for even asking me to stop drumming. And we're just gonna start to hate each other. And it's gonna get very... It's gonna be ugly. And so for those reasons, I'd rather just, you know, break it off clean... because I wanna be great. Nicole: And you're not? Andrew: I wanna be one of the greats. Nicole: And I would stop you from doing that? Andrew: Yeah. Nicole: You know I would stop you from doing that. You know, for a fact? Andrew: Yes. Nicole: And I'd barely see you anyway? Andrew: Yeah. Nicole: And when I do see you, you'd treat me like shit because I'm just some girl who doesn't know what she wants. And you have a path, and you're gonna be great, and I'm going to be forgotten, and therefore you won't be able to give me the time of day because you have bigger things to pursue? Andrew: That's exactly my point. Nicole: What the fuck is wrong with you? You're right, we should not be dating.
Andrew: Hey. Sorry, I'm late. Terence Fletcher: Well, glad you could fit us into your busy schedule, darling. Andrew: I know. Look, sorry I'm late, but uh... I'm here, I'm ready to go. Terence Fletcher: Connelly's playing the part. Andrew: Yeah, like fuckin' hell he's playing my part. Terence Fletcher: What the fuck did you just say to me? Andrew: It's my part. Terence Fletcher: It's my part and I decide who to lend it to. Usually it's someone who has fucking sticks.
Andrew: Hey, look, I can play these charts. Terence Fletcher: Now is not the time, I swear to God. Andrew: I can play it, okay? Terence Fletcher: I SAID NOT NOW! If you want the fucking part, earn it.
Terence Fletcher: Barker, that is not your boyfriend's dick. Do not cum early.
