Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I'm gonna gouge out your motherfucking eyes.

I'M UPSET!!!! You...

...to decide who they're interested in and who they're not.

- You the new alternate? -Yeah. I'm Andrew Neiman.

- That make it better? -Yeah, little bit.

Yeah, I think he likes me more now.

Not quite my tempo.

Catch on quick, Are you in Model UN?

I'd like to try Neiman on this.

So now you have it, right?

It's not quite right, Connolly.

Sorry, we have a new player. Ryan Connolly.

Hey, do you mind?

...because you have bigger things to pursue.

I don't really think he likes jazz music.

We're just gonna start to hate each other. It's gonna be ugly.

- Do you know where the cabs are? -You gotta call the cabs.

I believe that is...

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

I saw a drive in him.

Parker's a young kid, pretty good on the sax.

I don't know if you heard.

Me when you don’t tell me what you want

We're just gonna start to hate each other. It's gonna be ugly.

He's dumb but he's not stupid.

- What does that say? -Quarter note equals 215.

...so just play faster than you give hand jobs, will you?

- Really? You don't. -Yeah.

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

Puertoriquños A ricky rosello

- You two know each other, right? -Yeah, Nassau band.

Get off. Fuck. Piece of shit!

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

What is--? You said Jayvees?

If you deliberately sabotage the rules in this group...

- I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry. -I'm just messing with you.

I've made Neiman a temporary core, but with this competition coming up...

Say it so the whole band can hear you.

I'm so glad you figured it out. It's a nasty business, I am sure.

Five, six, and...

And there it went.

I'm gonna gouge out your motherfucking eyes.

- This is good. -You get on that?

Dude, what have you been practising?

We're gonna do some old standards, but we're gonna start with a new tune...

Andrew Neiman, sir.

If he put half the effort into playing the trombone...

FLETCHER: SAY IT LOUDER!!!!!!! NEIMAN: I'M UPSET!!!!!!!

I'm using the Studio Band playlist.

Tanner, what you doing? It's core only. I don't have time for alternates.

- Is that true? That's fantastic. -it's Division Three.

Mi pedal de delay cuando olvido practicar con metrónomo

Metz, why are you still sitting there? Get the fuck out!

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

- That's what got you in here, right? -Oh, yeah.

- What do they do? -My dad's a writer.

- Connolly's playing the part. -Like fucking hell.

I'm gonna start calling you Flannery.

I don't want you to worry about hits now. Just tempo, okay?

Yeah, I did hear that.

It's my part and I decide who to lend it to.

A year later, he was first.

Jammali, what the fuck?

How you feeling, man?

No, no, no. Other drums.

- Catch on quick. Are you in Model UN? -I got a reply for you.

You're still open. Come on. Come on. Come on.

I'M UPSET!!!! You-

I don't love it there, to be honest.

- Can't? -Yeah.

- That's actually pretty mean. -That should've-- I'm sorry.

Were you wiping or were you smudging

- No. -Does the studio get you a job?

Just listen for a minute.

- Tanner? -Tanner switched to premed.

I'm gonna gouge out your motherfucking eyes.

...to say some things about me.

...and you won't be able to give me the time of day...

- Andrew. -Yeah.

I lost line of sight THEN WHY THE FUCK DIDN'T YOU SAY SO

- Hey. How are you, man? -Good to see you.

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

A little trouble there. Just pick it up at 17.

One more thing. Give me that.