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Fletcher: Why do you suppose I just hurled a chair at your head, Neiman?
Andrew: I... I don't know.
Fletcher: Sure you do.
Andrew: The tempo.
Fletcher: Were you rushing or were you dragging?
Andrew: I don't know.
[Fletcher rushes to the kit and stares Andrew in the face]
Fletcher: Start counting.
Andrew: Five, six--
Fletcher: In four, damn it! Look at me.
Andrew: One, two, three, four-- [Fletcher slaps him] ...One, two, three, four-- [slap] ...One, two, three...
Fletcher: Now, was I rushing or was I dragging?
Andrew: I don't know.
Fletcher: Count again.
Andrew: One, two, three, four-- [slap] ...One, two, three, four-- [slap] ...One, two, three...
Fletcher: Rushing or dragging?
Andrew: Rushing.
Fletcher: So you do know the difference! If you deliberately sabotage my band, I will **** you like a pig. Now are you a rusher, or are you a dragger, or are you gonna be ON MY ****ING TIME?!
Andrew: I'm gonna be on your time.
Fletcher: [points to sheet music] What does that say?
Andrew: Quarter note equals 215.
Fletcher: Count me a 215.
Andrew: One, two, three, four, one, two, three, four...
Fletcher: Jesus ****ing Christ! I didn't know they allowed ****s into Shaffer! Am I to understand that you cannot read tempo? Can you even ****ing read music?! What is that?
Andrew: Eighth note.
Fletcher: Yes, what is that?
Andrew: Dotted sixteenth note.
Fletcher: Sight-read measure 101.
Andrew: Bop-bop-ba-bop-ba--
Fletcher: What, are you in a ****ing a cappella group? Play the goddamn kit! [Andrew drums the measure] Stop. Now answer my question: were you rushing, or were you dragging? [Andrew doesn't respond] ANSWER!!!
Andrew: Rushing.
Fletcher: [sees Andrew shed a tear] Oh, my dear God. Are you one of those single tear people? Do I look like a double ****ing rainbow to you? You must be upset. Are you upset?
Andrew: No.
Fletcher: No? So you just don't give a shit about any of this?
Andrew: I do give a shit about this.
Fletcher: So, are you upset? Yes or ****ing no? [Andrew nods yes] Yes, you are upset.
Andrew: Yeah.
Fletcher: Say it.
Andrew: I'm upset.
Fletcher: Say it so the whole band can hear you.
Andrew: I'm upset!
Fletcher: Louder!
Andrew: [loud] I'm upset!
Fletcher: LOUDER!
Andrew: [louder] I'M UPSET!
Fletcher: You are a worthless, friendless, ****-lipped little piece of shit whose mommy left daddy when she figured out he wasn't Eugene O'Neill, and who is now weeping and slobbering all over my drum set like a ****ing nine-year old girl! So for the final, FATHER-****ING TIME, SAY IT LOUDER!!!
Andrew: [at the top of his lungs] I'M UPSET!!!
Fletcher: Carl. [Carl takes Andrew's place at the drums as Fletcher goes back to compose the band] Start practicing harder, Neiman.

Fletcher : Why do you suppose I just hurled a chair at your head, Neiman? Andrew : I... I don't know. Fletcher : Sure you do. Andrew : The tempo. Fletcher : Were you rushing or were you dragging? Andrew : I don't know. [Fletcher rushes to the kit and stares Andrew in the face] Fletcher : Start counting. Andrew : Five, six-- Fletcher : In four, damn it! Look at me. Andrew : One, two, three, four-- [Fletcher slaps him] ...One, two, three, four-- [slap] ...One, two, three... Fletcher : Now, was I rushing or was I dragging? Andrew : I don't know. Fletcher : Count again. Andrew : One, two, three, four-- [slap] ...One, two, three, four-- [slap] ...One, two, three... Fletcher : Rushing or dragging? Andrew : Rushing. Fletcher : So you do know the difference! If you deliberately sabotage my band, I will **** you like a pig. Now are you a rusher, or are you a dragger , or are you gonna be ON MY ****ING TIME?! Andrew : I'm gonna be on your time. Fletcher : [points to sheet music] What does that say? Andrew : Quarter note equals 215. Fletcher : Count me a 215. Andrew : One, two, three, four, one, two, three, four... Fletcher : Jesus ****ing Christ! I didn't know they allowed ****s into Shaffer! Am I to understand that you cannot read tempo? Can you even ****ing read music?! What is that? Andrew : Eighth note. Fletcher : Yes, what is that? Andrew : Dotted sixteenth note. Fletcher : Sight-read measure 101. Andrew : Bop-bop-ba-bop-ba-- Fletcher : What, are you in a ****ing a cappella group? Play the goddamn kit! [Andrew drums the measure] Stop. Now answer my question: were you rushing, or were you dragging? [Andrew doesn't respond] ANSWER!!! Andrew : Rushing. Fletcher : [sees Andrew shed a tear] Oh, my dear God. Are you one of those single tear people? Do I look like a double ****ing rainbow to you? You must be upset. Are you upset? Andrew : No. Fletcher : No? So you just don't give a shit about any of this? Andrew : I do give a shit about this. Fletcher : So, are you upset? Yes or ****ing no? [Andrew nods yes] Yes, you are upset. Andrew : Yeah. Fletcher : Say it. Andrew : I'm upset. Fletcher : Say it so the whole band can hear you. Andrew : I'm upset! Fletcher : Louder! Andrew : [loud] I'm upset! Fletcher : LOUDER! Andrew : [louder] I'M UPSET! Fletcher : You are a worthless, friendless, ****-lipped little piece of shit whose mommy left daddy when she figured out he wasn't Eugene O'Neill, and who is now weeping and slobbering all over my drum set like a ****ing nine-year old girl! So for the final, FATHER-****ING TIME, SAY IT LOUDER!!! Andrew : [at the top of his lungs] I'M UPSET!!! Fletcher : Carl. [Carl takes Andrew's place at the drums as Fletcher goes back to compose the band] Start practicing harder, Neiman.