[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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Either you're deliberately out of tune and sabotaging my band, or you don't know you're out of tune, and that's even worse.

Terence Fletcher

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.

So, imagine if Jones had just said, "Well, that's okay, Charlie. That was all right. Good job." So Charlie thinks to himself, "Well, shit, I did do a pretty good job." End of story. No Bird. That to me is an absolute tragedy. But that's just what the world wants now. And they wonder why jazz is dying.

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

Andrew: [Andrew stop playing because Fletcher enters the room] I'm sorry, I...
Terence Fletcher: What's your name?
Andrew: Andrew Neiman sir.
Terence Fletcher: What year are you?
Andrew: I'm a... first year.
Terence Fletcher: You know who I am?
Andrew: Yes sir.
Terence Fletcher: So, you know that I'm looking for players?
Andrew: Yes sir.
Terence Fletcher: Then why did you stop playing?
Terence Fletcher: [Andrew resumes playing] Did I ask you to star playing again?
Andrew: Uh... sorry , I...
Terence Fletcher: I ask why you stop playing and your version of an answer was to turn into a wind-up monkey.
Andrew: Sorry, I...
Terence Fletcher: Show me your rudiments.
Andrew: Yes sir.
Terence Fletcher: Double-time swing.
Terence Fletcher: No, double time. Double it!
Terence Fletcher: Faster. Faster!
Terence Fletcher: [Fletcher goes back to the room] Upsy-daisy. Forget my jacket!

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