Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I tell you, man, and every Starbucks jazz album...
No, I applied to a bunch of schools, Fordham let me in.
- Hey. -What's up?
For the record, Metz wasn't out of tune. You were, Erickson.
So you know I'm looking for players.
What do you study?
In four, damn it. Look at me.
Jesus fucking Christ, where have you been?
L----
At the end of the day, he wants a career, as dumb as he is.
Otherwise, we're depriving the world of the next Louis Armstrong.
- Where do you wanna go? -Pizza.
Well, she said my dad cursed me with one.
Jackie Hill, July 17th, 1938.
There's no fucking Mars bar down there. What are you looking at?
Am I to understand that you cannot read tempo?
It's My Jacket and I Decide Who to Lend it To
And I'm a core member...
But I don't-- I don't...
Right on, man.
Yo, looking good.
Hurry the fuck up. Get your music.
When you're a big college kid, will you come play in my band?
OMNIMAN/TERENCE FLETCHER "...SAY IT LOUDER!!!!!!!!" INVINCIBLE/ANDREW NEIMAN: "I'M UPSET!!!!!!!!"
- Pizza. -Yeah.
Bullshit
I'm sorry.
I like weddings, provided they're not mine.
...or are you a dragger...
Being the greatest musician of the 20th century is anybody's idea of success.
Yes.
One and two and...
...and then just walk away scot-free?
And here comes Mr. Gay Pride of the Upper West Side himself.
Start practising harder, Neiman.
Andrew?
Seriously, take 10, 20, a fucking hour.
I go to Fordham.
Three, four.
That's exactly my point.
No. Stay.
Get the fuck out of my sight before I demolish you.
Quarter note equals 330.
Mirana shard changing leap direction
Five-- Ready? Okay.
Who are you gonna play with otherwise? Lennon and McCartney were buddies.
- The cab was supposed to be here. -You gotta call. They take forever.
I'm here for a reason.
- Haven't you thought of getting married? -I did.
Oh, I'm Andrew.
I said not now! If you want the fucking part, earn it.
Caravan.
- Hey. -Congratulations.
You know, Caravan, Whiplash.
Sorry, guys. Hate to put you through this.
This is like Eating little pussies
- Rushing. -So you do know the difference.
I actually fucking tried.
Nice to meet you too.
Only reason you're in Studio Band to begin with is because I told you...
THEN WHY THE FUCK DIDN'T YOU SAY SO!?
- Living up to your title. -I scored a 93-yard touchdown.
But that's just what the world wants now.
Here we go.
- Can you even read music? What's that? -Eighth note.
The young lady changed her mind at the last moment.
Bye.
- What about you? -What about me?
One and two and...
QQpsy-daisy.
I tell you, man, and every Starbucks jazz album...
That's it.
Yes, you are upset.
Not quite my Mythic
Hey, Dad, look at my paradiddle.
He was early second year and he'd started at Shaffer with a lot of hope.
A little under tempo, okay? Neiman, just do your best.
You are a worthless, friendless, faggot-lipped piece of shit...
He looks bald like John Malkovich. True,
Come on, man.
And please, is this really Eva?
In college, you know?
They brought back the JVC Fest this year.
Don't worry about the numbers.
Bass, five bars of Donna Lee.
Nope, I guess not. Tanner?
Fuck.
The Shaffer Conservatory Studio Band.
Good.
How do I get to Hargrove?
I'm upset.
...which means they're some of the best musicians in the world.
Drums. Let's hear a little double-time swing.
I'm not gonna be able to do that. I'll start to resent you for even asking me to stop.
He was early second year and he'd started at Shaffer with a lot of hope.
...at the age of 34 is not my idea of success.
Yeah.
Downbeat on 18. Okay? Here we go.
Now, this one really upsets me. We have an out-of-tune Director here.
And I'm a core member...
- I can take it from the top. -Connolly, go ahead.
- Tell Fletcher I'm coming. - What's taking you so long?
- Get your sticks, get your ass on-stage. -l-- I can't.
Rehearsal 9 p.m. sharp tonight. That's how long you have to learn it.
They'll make great school board presidents.
Not exactly.
Would you wanna go out with me ever?
- Bye. -Bye.
Three, four.
I need somebody who really knows those charts.
Fuck you, Fletcher! Fuck you!
You know, Charlie Parker became Bird...
He looks bald like John Malkovich in Burn After Reading, Inside John Malkovich, etc. True. He also wears a black shirt, a jacket, and a hat.
It's a...
- You know Whiplash by heart? -Yes. Every measure.
...than live to be rich and sober at 9O and nobody remember who I was.
Otherwise, we're depriving the world of the next Louis Armstrong.
All right, man. Have fun.
Play the goddamn music.
Yeah.
She started piano last week.
We all set?
And a year later, he goes back to the Reno and he steps up on that stage...
Yeah, this one right here, right?
Ritarted ass Mo fucka
Show me.
Get off!
...which means it's the best in the country.