Whiplash Quotes
Terence Fletcher: What the fuck are you looking for? There's no pot of gold down there. [Ryan starts adjusting the seat]
Terence Fletcher: Really? Adjusting the seat, really? That's been your problem the whole fucking time, the seat height? So now you have it, right? Go! [Ryan starts playing]
Terence Fletcher: BULLSHIT! FUCK YOU!
Terence Fletcher: Really? Adjusting the seat, really? That's been your problem the whole fucking time, the seat height? So now you have it, right? Go! [Ryan starts playing]
Terence Fletcher: BULLSHIT! FUCK YOU!
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Poster of Buddy Rich on Andrew's wall: IF YOU DON'T HAVE ABILITY, YOU WIND UP PLAYING IN A ROCK BAND
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[last lines] Terence Fletcher: [Andrew keeps playing after the music ends]Andrew, what are you doing, man?
Andrew: I'll cue you in!
Andrew: I'll cue you in!
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Andrew: I'm just gonna lay it out there. This is why I don't think we should be together. And I've thought about it a lot and this is what's gonna happen. I'm gonna keep pursuing what I'm pursuing. And because I'm doing that, it's gonna take up more and more of my time. And I'm not gonna be able to spend as much time with you. And when I do spend time with you, I'm gonna be thinking about drumming. And I'm gonna be thinking about jazz music, my charts, all that. And because of that, you're gonna start to resent me. And you're gonna tell me to ease up on the drumming, spend more time with you because you're not feeling important. And I'm not gonna be able to do that. And really, I'm gonna start to resent you for even asking me to stop drumming. And we're just gonna start to hate each other. And it's gonna get very... It's gonna be ugly. And so for those reasons, I'd rather just, you know, break it off clean... because I wanna be great.
Nicole: And you're not?
Andrew: I wanna be one of the greats.
Nicole: And I would stop you from doing that?
Andrew: Yeah.
Nicole: You know I would stop you from doing that. You know, for a fact?
Andrew: Yes.
Nicole: And I'd barely see you anyway?
Andrew: Yeah.
Nicole: And when I do see you, you'd treat me like shit because I'm just some girl who doesn't know what she wants. And you have a path, and you're gonna be great, and I'm going to be forgotten, and therefore you won't be able to give me the time of day because you have bigger things to pursue?
Andrew: That's exactly my point.
Nicole: What the fuck is wrong with you? You're right, we should not be dating.
Nicole: And you're not?
Andrew: I wanna be one of the greats.
Nicole: And I would stop you from doing that?
Andrew: Yeah.
Nicole: You know I would stop you from doing that. You know, for a fact?
Andrew: Yes.
Nicole: And I'd barely see you anyway?
Andrew: Yeah.
Nicole: And when I do see you, you'd treat me like shit because I'm just some girl who doesn't know what she wants. And you have a path, and you're gonna be great, and I'm going to be forgotten, and therefore you won't be able to give me the time of day because you have bigger things to pursue?
Andrew: That's exactly my point.
Nicole: What the fuck is wrong with you? You're right, we should not be dating.
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Terence Fletcher: Oh my dear God. Are you one of those single tear people? Do I look like a double fucking rainbow to you?
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Terence Fletcher: Now this one really upsets me. We have an out-of-tune player here. Before I continue, would that player care to identify himself? No? Ok, maybe a bug flew in my ear.
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Terence Fletcher: Five-P.M. call tomorrow in Dunellen. Give yourself at least two hours to get there this time, alright? Save your travel receipts. Or don't. I don't give a shit.
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Terence Fletcher: Truth is, I don't think people... understood what it was I was doing at Shaffer. I wasn't there to conduct. Any fucking moron can wave his arms and keep people in tempo. I was there to push people beyond what's expected of them. I believe that is an absolute necessity. Otherwise, we are depriving the world of the next Louis Armstrong, the next Charlie Parker. I told you that story about how Charlie Parker became Charlie Parker, right?
Andrew: Jo Jones threw a cymbal at his head.
Terence Fletcher: Exactly. Parker's a young kid, pretty good on the sax, gets up to play at a cutting session, and he fucks it up. And Jones nearly decapitates him for it. And he's laughed off stage. But the next morning, what does he do? He practices. And he practices, and he practices with one goal in mind: Never too be laughed at again. And a year later he goes back to the Reno and he steps up on that stage and he plays the best motherfucking solo the world has ever heard. So imagine if Jones just said Well, that's okay Charlie. That was alright. Good job. Then 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. People wonder why jazz is dying. I'll tell you, man - and every Starbucks jazz album just proves my point, really - there are no two words in the English language more harmful than good job.
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.
Andrew: Yeah.
Terence Fletcher: The truth is, Andrew, I never really had a Charlie Parker. But I tried. I actually fucking tried, and that's more than most people ever do. And I will never apologize for how I tried.
Andrew: Jo Jones threw a cymbal at his head.
Terence Fletcher: Exactly. Parker's a young kid, pretty good on the sax, gets up to play at a cutting session, and he fucks it up. And Jones nearly decapitates him for it. And he's laughed off stage. But the next morning, what does he do? He practices. And he practices, and he practices with one goal in mind: Never too be laughed at again. And a year later he goes back to the Reno and he steps up on that stage and he plays the best motherfucking solo the world has ever heard. So imagine if Jones just said Well, that's okay Charlie. That was alright. Good job. Then 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. People wonder why jazz is dying. I'll tell you, man - and every Starbucks jazz album just proves my point, really - there are no two words in the English language more harmful than good job.
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.
Andrew: Yeah.
Terence Fletcher: The truth is, Andrew, I never really had a Charlie Parker. But I tried. I actually fucking tried, and that's more than most people ever do. And I will never apologize for how I tried.
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Andrew: Hey. Sorry, I'm late.
Terence Fletcher: Well, glad you could fit us into your busy schedule, darling.
Andrew: I know. Look, sorry I'm late, but uh... I'm here, I'm ready to go.
Terence Fletcher: Connelly's playing the part.
Andrew: Yeah, like fuckin' hell he's playing my part.
Terence Fletcher: What the fuck did you just say to me?
Andrew: It's my part.
Terence Fletcher: It's my part and I decide who to lend it to. Usually it's someone who has fucking sticks.
Terence Fletcher: Well, glad you could fit us into your busy schedule, darling.
Andrew: I know. Look, sorry I'm late, but uh... I'm here, I'm ready to go.
Terence Fletcher: Connelly's playing the part.
Andrew: Yeah, like fuckin' hell he's playing my part.
Terence Fletcher: What the fuck did you just say to me?
Andrew: It's my part.
Terence Fletcher: It's my part and I decide who to lend it to. Usually it's someone who has fucking sticks.
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Terence Fletcher: [melancholic]Guys, just put your instruments down for a minute. [plays a slow trumpet song through speakers]
Terence Fletcher: Just listen for a minute. Six years ago, I came across a kid in a practice room, working on his scales. He was early second year and he'd started at Shaffer with a lot of hope. Like all you guys. But the truth was that he barely squeaked in to begin with and, uh... he was really struggling. The faculty were all telling him, Maybe this isn't for you. But they didn't see what I saw. This scared, skinny kid, cursing himself because he couldn't get his scales right. I saw a drive in him. And I put him in Studio Band. And when he graduated, Marsalis made him third trumpet at Lincoln Center. A year later, he was first. That's who you're listening to now. His name was Sean Casey. I found out this morning that Sean... died yesterday... in a car accident. And I just... I wanted you guys to know he was a beautiful player. I just thought you should know. [wipes tears from his eyes]
Terence Fletcher: I'm sorry.
Terence Fletcher: Just listen for a minute. Six years ago, I came across a kid in a practice room, working on his scales. He was early second year and he'd started at Shaffer with a lot of hope. Like all you guys. But the truth was that he barely squeaked in to begin with and, uh... he was really struggling. The faculty were all telling him, Maybe this isn't for you. But they didn't see what I saw. This scared, skinny kid, cursing himself because he couldn't get his scales right. I saw a drive in him. And I put him in Studio Band. And when he graduated, Marsalis made him third trumpet at Lincoln Center. A year later, he was first. That's who you're listening to now. His name was Sean Casey. I found out this morning that Sean... died yesterday... in a car accident. And I just... I wanted you guys to know he was a beautiful player. I just thought you should know. [wipes tears from his eyes]
Terence Fletcher: I'm sorry.
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Terence Fletcher: 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 fucking sticks in hand or you make ONE FUCKING MISTAKE, ONE! I will drum your ass back to Nassau where you can turn pages until you graduate or fucking drop out! By the time you're done at Shaffer, you're gonna make Daddy look like a fucking 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. [Rushes to pick up his rudiments, but turns to Connelly]
Andrew: Fuck you!
Andrew: It's my part, I'll be on your stage. [Rushes to pick up his rudiments, but turns to Connelly]
Andrew: Fuck you!
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Terence Fletcher: Why do you suppose I just hurled a chair at your head, Nieman?
Andrew: I-I don't know.
Terence Fletcher: Sure, you do.
Andrew: The tempo?
Terence Fletcher: Were you rushing or were you dragging?
Andrew: I-I don't know.
Andrew: I-I don't know.
Terence Fletcher: Sure, you do.
Andrew: The tempo?
Terence Fletcher: Were you rushing or were you dragging?
Andrew: I-I don't know.
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Terence Fletcher: Nieman, you lost the fucking part.
Andrew: No, I didn't! You can't fucking do this to me!
Terence Fletcher: CAN'T?
Andrew: Yeah!
Terence Fletcher: When did you become a fucking expert on what I can or cannot do, you fucking weepy willow shitsack?
Andrew: I earned that part.
Terence 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, fuck off, Johnny Utah! Turn my pages, bitch!
Terence Fletcher: Hey, I can cut you any fucking time I want.
Andrew: You would've cut me by now.
Terence Fletcher: Try me, you fucking weasel!
Andrew: No, I didn't! You can't fucking do this to me!
Terence Fletcher: CAN'T?
Andrew: Yeah!
Terence Fletcher: When did you become a fucking expert on what I can or cannot do, you fucking weepy willow shitsack?
Andrew: I earned that part.
Terence 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, fuck off, Johnny Utah! Turn my pages, bitch!
Terence Fletcher: Hey, I can cut you any fucking time I want.
Andrew: You would've cut me by now.
Terence Fletcher: Try me, you fucking weasel!
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Terence Fletcher: [after several hours of drumming]Maybe it's time to *finally* bring this home. What do you say? [Nieman starts drumming]
Terence Fletcher: Don't slow down. Pick it up! FASTER! [bangs cowbell in front of Nieman]
Terence Fletcher: FASTER! [throws drum]
Terence Fletcher: FASTER! FASTER! FASTER! KEEP PLAYING, KEEP PLAYING, KEEP PLAYING. DON'T STOP! [calls for a halt]
Terence Fletcher: Nieman, you earned the part.
Terence Fletcher: Don't slow down. Pick it up! FASTER! [bangs cowbell in front of Nieman]
Terence Fletcher: FASTER! [throws drum]
Terence Fletcher: FASTER! FASTER! FASTER! KEEP PLAYING, KEEP PLAYING, KEEP PLAYING. DON'T STOP! [calls for a halt]
Terence Fletcher: Nieman, you earned the part.
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Terence Fletcher: Let's go with the Irish Mick fucking Paddy cracker. You know, you actually do look quite a bit like a leprechaun. I think I'm gonna start calling you Flannery.
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Andrew: Hey, look, I can play these charts.
Terence Fletcher: [visibly distraught after phone call]Now is not the time, I swear to God.
Andrew: I can play it, okay?
Terence Fletcher: I SAID NOT NOW! If you want the fucking part, earn it.
Terence Fletcher: [visibly distraught after phone call]Now is not the time, I swear to God.
Andrew: I can play it, okay?
Terence Fletcher: I SAID NOT NOW! If you want the fucking part, earn it.
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Andrew: [kicks drumset out of the way and tackles Fletcher]Piece of shit! I'll fucking kill you! Fuck you!
Terence Fletcher: Get the fuck off me!
Andrew: [being restrained by band members]Get the fuck off me! Fuck off! Fuck you. Fuck you! Fuck you, Fletcher! Fuck you!
Terence Fletcher: Get the fuck off me!
Andrew: [being restrained by band members]Get the fuck off me! Fuck off! Fuck you. Fuck you! Fuck you, Fletcher! Fuck you!
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Terence Fletcher: The truth is, Andrew, I... never really had a Charlie Parker. But I tried. I actually fucking tried. And that's more than most people ever do. And I will never apologise for how I tried.
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Terence Fletcher: [in calm,soothing manner to Andrew]Listen, the key is to just relax. Don't worry about the numbers. Don't worry about what the other guys are thinking. You're here for a reason. You believe that, right?
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[last lines; during Andrew's drum solo] Terence Fletcher: What the hell are you doing, man?
Andrew: I'll cue you.
Andrew: I'll cue you.
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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.
Terence Fletcher: No, man no, because the next Charlie Parker would never be discouraged.
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Terence Fletcher: You've got ten minutes, you fucking pathetic pansy-ass fruit-fuck!
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Carl Tanner: I need to look at the music.
Andrew: Oh yeah, it's right here.
Carl Tanner: Why isn't it on you?
Andrew: [notices the folder is missing]Where's the folder?
Carl Tanner: You're joking, right?
Andrew: I'm not. No, literally... no. I-I-I swear, I just had it here two seconds ago. It's gotta be around here.
Carl Tanner: How could you be so fucking stupid?
Andrew: I don't know, maybe a janitor came by or something...
Carl Tanner: A janitor? FIND THE FUCKING FOLDER! A FUCKING JANITOR? YOU'RE A DUMB FUCK! A DUMB FUCK!
Andrew: Oh yeah, it's right here.
Carl Tanner: Why isn't it on you?
Andrew: [notices the folder is missing]Where's the folder?
Carl Tanner: You're joking, right?
Andrew: I'm not. No, literally... no. I-I-I swear, I just had it here two seconds ago. It's gotta be around here.
Carl Tanner: How could you be so fucking stupid?
Andrew: I don't know, maybe a janitor came by or something...
Carl Tanner: A janitor? FIND THE FUCKING FOLDER! A FUCKING JANITOR? YOU'RE A DUMB FUCK! A DUMB FUCK!
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