Whiplash2014

Fletcher:
Nieman, you lost the f***ing part.

Andrew:
No, I didn't! You can't f***ing do this to me!

Fletcher:
CAN'T?

Andrew:
Yeah!

Fletcher:
When did you become a f***ing expert on what I can or cannot do, you f***ing weepy willow shitsack?

Andrew:
I earned that part.

Fletcher:
You never earned anything. God, you are a self-righteous prick. The only reason you are a core is because you misplaced a folder. The only reason you're in studio band to begin with is because I told you EXACTLY what I'd be asking for in Nassau! Am I wrong?

Andrew:
Yeah, yeah. I'm in studio band because I'm the best player...

Ryan:
[interrupts] Hey, why don't you just back off, bro?

Andrew:
Hey, you know, f*** off, Johnny Utah! Turn my pages, b*tch!

Fletcher:
Hey, I can cut you any f***ing time I want.

Andrew:
You would've cut me by now.

Fletcher:
Try me, you f***ing weasel. At 5:30, that's in exactly 11 minutes, my band is on stage. If your ass is not on that stool with your own f***ing sticks in hand or you make ONE F***ING MISTAKE, ONE! I will drum your ass back to Nassau where you can turn pages until you graduate or f***ing drop out! By the time you're done at Shaffer, you're gonna make Daddy look like a f***ing success story. Got it? Or, we can let Johnny Utah play the part. You choose.

Andrew:
It's my part, I'll be on your stage. [to Connelly] F*** you. [Runs to get his sticks]

Fletcher:
You got 10 minutes f***ing pathetic pansy ass fruitfuck!