Andrew: I'm just gonna lay it out there. Good job." Terence Fletcher: You choose. Terence Fletcher: Terence Fletcher: Were you rushing or were you dragging? Terence Fletcher: Andrew Dustin: Save your travel receipts. Terence Fletcher: This is not Saint f***in' Patricks Day, Flannery. So for the final, FATHER-F***ING time, SAY IT LOUDER! Metz, why are you still sitting there? And that's more than most people ever do. It's over, okay? Fletcher. One, two, three, four. Are you in Model UN? Truth is, I don't think people understood what it was I was doing at Shaffer. Carried your fat ass for too long, Metz. Terence Fletcher: Terence Fletcher But I tried. Pick it up! Terence Fletcher: For the record, Metz wasn't out of tune. I see you in here a lot and I think you're really pretty and Would you ever wanna go out with me ever? Terence Fletcher Pick it up! [in calm,soothing manner to Andrew] You know, maybe you go too far, and you discourage the next Charlie Parker from ever becoming Charlie Parker? By the time you're done at Shaffer, you're gonna make Daddy look like a fucking success story. STANDS4 LLC, 2023. Andrew: Well, you better f***ing hope your memory doesn't fail you. For the record, Metz wasn't out of tune. They have plenty of friends and plenty of purpose. | Any fucking moron can wave his arms and keep people in tempo. Look up here, look at me. Terence Fletcher Terence Fletcher: Terence Fletcher: Oh, my dear God. That, to me, is an absolute tragedy. Terence Fletcher: Say it so the whole band can hear you. Terence Fletcher: Terence Fletcher I don't give a shit. Terence Fletcher: | Fletcher: So, are you upset? Fletcher: Why do you suppose I just hurled a chair at your head, Neiman? Andrew And when he graduated, Marsalis made him third trumpet at Lincoln Center. "This is not Saint f***in' Patricks Day, Flannery. Filming & Production Terence Fletcher: Andrew: Terence Fletcher Terence Fletcher: Andrew: Jo Jones threw a cymbal at his head. Parker's a young kid, pretty good on the sax. Now, the Casey's aren't wealthy, they don't want to file suit. Terence Fletcher : Andrew: I earned that part. Connolly, get your fuckin' ass back on the kit! People wonder why jazz is dying. Isn't he cute? Well, glad you could fit us into your busy schedule, darling. : Terence Fletcher Parker's a young kid, pretty good on the sax. [Rushes to pick up his rudiments, but turns to Connelly]. FIND THE FOLDER! Fletcher will always think he won and Andrew will be a sad, empty shell of a. Usually it's someone who has fucking sticks. But they didn't see what I saw. Andrew: What are you, f***ing Sanjay Gupta? Terence Fletcher Ok, maybe a bug flew in my ear. Terence Fletcher Nicole: : : Oh my dear God - are you one of those single tear people? I don't give a sh*t. Terence Fletcher: Now we got ourselves our mick f***ing paddy-cracker. Unfortunately, this is not a Bette Midler concert, we will not be serving Cosmopolitans and Baked Alaska, so just play faster than you give f***ing hand jobs, will you please? Humiliation is a major theme of the film and a central tenet of Fletcher's teaching philosophy. Go! The folder is your fucking responsibility, Tanner. Neiman? End of story. And Jones nearly decapitates him for it. [Repeated line] Got it? Whiplash's Fletcher knows just how vulnerable and desperate fledgling musicians are. Hey, I can cut you any fucking time I want. I told you about how Charlie Parker became Charlie Parker, right? Like all you guys. Why would you give it to Neiman? [another slap in the face] One, two, three, four Terence Fletcher: [yelling] So, you do know the difference! Terence Fletcher Andrew: I'd rather die drunk, broke at 34 and have people at a dinner table talk about me than live to be rich and sober at 90 and nobody remembered who I was. I believe that is an absolute necessity. Ok, maybe a bug flew in my ear. Then Charlie thinks to himself "Well, shit. End of story. Uncle Frank: Terence Fletcher He reveals to him before the performance that he is aware Neiman testified against him. No, double time. I was there to push people beyond what's expected of them. Guys, just put your instruments down for a minute. People wonder why jazz is dying. Now get your sticks and get your ass on stage. Terence Fletcher You think I'm fucking stupid? Terence Fletcher You are upset. 25 Feb/23. This is why I don't think we should be together. Terence Fletcher:Not quite my tempo. Four words you will never hear from the NFL. Uncle Frank: So that's your idea of success, huh? But that's just what the world wants now. : Nicole: : BULLSHIT! : Yes or f***ing no? Nieman, you're done. : Sure, you do. While he got booted off the University and failed to utterly humiliate Andrew as revenge, Andrew upstaging him ended up benefiting him as he found the "new great" that he had been looking for. Sorry guys, hate to put you through this. He exploits this situation. Parker's a young kid, pretty good on the sax, gets up to play at a cutting session, and he fucks it up. Neiman? Terence Fletcher Fuck 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'm not gonna be able to do that. But that's just what the world wants now. : A year later, he was first. I'm in studio band because I'm the best player Ryan Now answer my question: were you rushing, or were you dragging? Now are you a rusher, or are you a dragger or are you gonna be ON MY FUCKING TIME? Got it? TURN MY PAGES, BITCH! What the fuck did you just say to me? Hey, i can cut you any fucking time i want. Whiplash is a 2014 film about an occupied drum student and an abusive teaching conductor at a cutthroat music conservatory. Ok, maybe a bug flew in my ear. You're right, we should not be dating. Andrew . You choose. Before I continue, would that player care to identify himself? Did he ever intentionally inflict emotional distress? Terence Fletcher : Andrew | A janitor? And Jones nearly decapitates him for it. : Andrew: But is there a line? What do you say? Terence Fletcher: Andrew: One, two, three, four, one, two, three, four Fletcher: Jesus f***ing Christ! I saw a drive in him. It's okay. Andrew He is brutal in his teaching tactics; he screams, demeans, and even throws furniture at students to get them to do what he wants. It's my part. If you deliberately sabotage my band, I will f*** you like a pig. You think Carleton football's a joke? Terence Fletcher [at the top of his lungs] No Bird. A few seconds later after Andrew notices he's gone, there's no jacket hanging there. Look at me! What the fuck are you looking for? Andrew: Uh, I guess he's more of a teacher, really. (01:27:55 - 01:32:45) And that's more than most people ever do. Uncle Frank: Well, who are you going to play with otherwise? Do you think you were out of tune? But I tried. Connolly, get your ass back on the kit! Andrew [entering the room] Andrew: You are a worthless, friendless, faggot-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 fucking nine-year old girl! [Andrew shakes his head] Well, you've just got to listen to the greats then. Am I to understand that you cannot read tempo? : But the truth was that he barely squeaked in to begin with and, uh he was really struggling. Other mistake: In the final scene both at the start when Fletcher is walking on stage and in a shot during "Caravan," just after Andrew mouths FU, when Fletcher puts a hand under his jacket the shot goes forward and then immediately shows the same footage in reverse. [loud] : Jo Jones threw a cymbal at his head. I wasn't there to conduct. And I will never apologise for how I tried. Andrew: You give a calculator to a fucking retard he's gonna try to turn on a TV with it. [Andrew doesn't respond] ANSWER!!! Whiplash is a 2014 film about an occupied drum student and an abusive teaching conductor at a cutthroat music conservatory. Discover and share Whiplash Fletcher Quotes. He doesn't care whether or not the performance will make him look bad, he is out for revenge. [slap in the face] One, two, three, four. I'd like to try Neiman on this. [Carl takes Andrew's place at the drums as Fletcher goes back to compose the band] Start practicing harder, Neiman. I wasn't there to conduct. Connolly, get your ass back on the kit! Uncle Frank: Travis and Dustin? Terence Fletcher: Look at me! I'm sorry, I Terence Fletcher: That is not your boyfriend's dick. : [yelling] Don't worry about the numbers. Andrew: I don't know, I just never really saw the use. Now get your sticks and get your ass on stage. Yes. Uncle Frank: You got any friends, Andy? You were, Erickson, but he didn't know and that's bad enough. Andrew: I think being the greatest musician of the 20th century is anybody's idea of success. Andrew I never really had a Charlie Parker. I will drum your ass back to Nassau where you can turn pages until you graduate or f***ing dropout! Andrew You're here for a reason. Andrew: [a little louder] I'm upset! Terence Fletcher: For the record, Metz wasn't out of tune. One, and two, and-, [Band plays for a moment only to be cut by Fletcher again]. If you want the fucking part, earn it. Just listen for a minute. Terence Fletcher You know, for a fact? Terence Fletcher: Fletcher: [yelling] THEN WHY THE F*** DIDN'T YOU SAY SO?! Because the next Charlie Parker would never be discouraged. Andrew THEN WHY THE FUCK DIDN'T YOU SAY SO? Fletcher: [sees Andrew shed a tear] Oh, my dear God. Terence Fletcher 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. Look up here, look at me. Nieman, you earned the part. You're right, we should not be dating. Listen up, cocksuckers! Terence Fletcher: Andrew: No. Cries himself to sleep that night, but the next morning, what does he do? Terence Fletcher: Fletcher: Nieman, you lost the f***ing part. You're here for a reason. Carried your fat ass for too long, Metz. One, and two, and-, [Band plays and is immediately cut off again]. And I am not gonna have my reputation in that department tarnished by a bunch of f***ing limp-dick, sour-note, flatter-than-their-girlfriends, flexible-tempo dipshits. Just listen for a minute. So for the final, FATHER-FUCKING time, SAY IT LOUDER! They have plenty of friends and plenty of purpose. *That's* the point. No wonder mommy ran out on you. That is not your boyfriend's dick. Once you're signed to a label you compromise. Goofs Louder! Andrew, what are you doing, man? He practices. Terence Fletcher: Fletcher: What are you there's no f***ing Mars bar down there.
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