Terence Fletcher: Try me you fucking weasel! At 5
Andrew: It's my part, I'll be on your stage. Fuck

The folder is your fucking responsibility, Tanner. Why would you give it to Neiman? Right? You give a calculator to a fucking retard he's gonna try to turn on a TV with it. Now get your sticks and get your ass on stage.

Terence Fletcher

Were you rushing or were you dragging? If you deliberately sabotage my band, I will gut you like a pig. Oh my dear God - are you one of those single tear people? You are a worthless pansy-ass who is now weeping and slobbering all over my drumset like a nine year old girl!

Terence Fletcher

Terence Fletcher: [Andrew keeps playing after the music ends] Andrew, what are you doing?
Andrew: I cue you!

Motherfucker! Connelly, get your ass back on the kit.

Terence Fletcher

[after Andrew stops drumming] Is that all you have you worthless Hymie fuck? No wonder mommy ran out on you.

Terence Fletcher

IF YOU DON'T HAVE ABILITY, YOU WIND UP PLAYING IN A ROCK BAND

Poster of Buddy Rich on Andrew's wall

We have a squeaker today, class. His name is Andrew Nieman, he's 19 years old. Isn't he cute?

Terence Fletcher

Nieman, you're done.

Terence Fletcher

Get the fuck off my sight before I'll demolish you!

Terence Fletcher

Everybody remember, Lincoln Center and its ilk use these competitions to decide who they are interested in and who they are not. And I am not gonna have my reputation in that department tarnished by a bunch of fucking limp-dick, sour-note, flatter-than-their-girlfriends, flexible-tempo dipshits. Got it?

Terence Fletcher

Terence Fletcher: You're here for a reason. You believe that, right?
Andrew: Yes.
Terence Fletcher: Say it.
Andrew: *I'm here for a reason*
Terence Fletcher: [Smiling] Cool.

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