J.K. Simmons
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Maturity and Connections in Relationships
Joyce Klaven Peter always connected better with women.
Zooey You know, I can see that because he is a great boyfriend.
Peter Thank you fiancee.
Oswald Klaven Also, you got to understand, Zooey, Peter matured sexually at a very early age. I remember taking him swimming when he was twelve-years-old, kid had a bush like a forty-year-old Serbian.
Peter Oh come on!
Zooey Good to know.
Oswald Kid had a Speedo full of Brillo.
Lost Folder Causes Tension Among Musicians
Fletcher Jesus fucking Christ, where have you been?
Carl We have an issue.
Fletcher Okay, now is not the time.
Carl I gave Neiman the folder and Neiman lost it.
Fletcher Neiman lost it?
Carl Yes.
Fletcher The folder is your fucking responsibility, Tanner. Why would you give it to Neiman? Right? You give a calculator to a fucking retard he's gonna try to turn on a TV with it. Now get your sticks and get your ass on stage.
Carl I-- I can't.
Fletcher You can't?
Carl I-- I can't go onstage. I don't know the charts by heart.
Fletcher Are you fucking kidding me?
Carl I-- You know this. I need the music. It's my memory, I need visual cues.
[stammers]
Fletcher Visual cues?
Carl Yes, it's a medical condition--
Fletcher A medical condition? What are you, fucking ]? Play the goddamn music.
[[Sanjay Gupta]
Carl I can't.
Andrew I can.
Fletcher You know "Whiplash" by heart?
Andrew Yes, sir. Every measure.
Fletcher All right. Well, you better fucking hope your memory doesn't fail you. And I hope you play it a whole lot better than you did last month in rehearsal, because I do not intend to start losing now. Get your sticks and get your fucking ass onstage. Onstage!
[to band]
The Importance of Tempo in Music
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 Start counting.
Andrew Five, six--
Fletcher In four, damn it! Look at me.
Andrew One, two, three, four-- ...One, two, three, four-- ...One, two, three...
[Fletcher slaps him; slap]
Fletcher Now, was I rushing or was I dragging?
Andrew I don't know.
Fletcher Count again.
Andrew One, two, three, four-- ...One, two, three, four-- ...One, two, three...
[slap; slap]
Fletcher Rushing or dragging?
Andrew Rushing.
Fletcher So you do know the difference! If you deliberately sabotage my band, I will fuck you like a pig. Now are you a rusher, or are you a dragger, or are you gonna be ON MY FUCKING TIME?!
Andrew I'm gonna be on your time.
Fletcher What does that say?
[points to sheet music]
Andrew Quarter note equals 215.
Fletcher Count me a 215.
Andrew One, two, three, four, one, two, three, four...
Fletcher Jesus fucking Christ! I didn't know they allowed retards into Shaffer! Am I to understand that you cannot read tempo? Can you even fucking 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 fucking a cappella group? Play the goddamn kit! Stop. Now answer my question: were you rushing, or were you dragging? ANSWER!!!
[Andrew drums the measure; Andrew doesn't respond]
Andrew Rushing.
Fletcher Oh, my dear God. Are you one of those single tear people? Do I look like a double fucking rainbow to you? You must be upset. Are you upset?
[sees Andrew shed a tear]
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 fucking no? Yes, you are upset.
[Andrew nods yes]
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 I'm upset!
[loud]
Fletcher LOUDER!
Andrew I'M UPSET!
[louder]
Fletcher You are a worthless, friendless, faggot-lipped little piece of shit whose mommy left daddy when she figured out he wasn't ], and who is now weeping and slobbering all over my drum set like a fucking nine-year old girl! So for the final, FATHER-FUCKING TIME, SAY IT LOUDER!!!
[[Eugene O'Neill]
Andrew I'M UPSET!!!
[high pitched]
Fletcher Carl. Start practicing harder, Neiman.
[Carl takes Andrew's place at the drums as Fletcher goes back to compose the band]
Exploring Family Backgrounds in Whiplash
Fletcher Your parents musicians?
Andrew No.
Fletcher What do they do?
Andrew My, uh, dad's a writer.
Fletcher Oh, what's he written?
Andrew Uh, I guess he's more of a teacher, really.
Fletcher Oh. College?
Andrew Pennington High School.
Fletcher What about your mother, what does she do?
Andrew I don't know, she left when I was a baby.
Fletcher So no musicians in the family. Well, you've just got to listen to the greats then. Buddy Rich, Jo Jones. You know, Charlie Parker became Bird because Jones threw a cymbal at his head. See what I'm saying?
[Andrew shakes his head]
Andrew Mm-hm.
Fletcher 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?
Andrew Yeah.
Fletcher Say it.
Andrew I'm here for a reason.
Fletcher Cool. All right, man. Have fun.
Confrontation Over Musical Performance Quality
Fletcher Tell me it's not you, Elmer Fudd. It's okay. Play.
[walks over to Metz]
Fletcher Do you think you're out of tune?
Fletcher What are you... there's no fucking Mars Bar down there, what are you looking at? Look up here, look at me. Do you think you're out of tune?
Metz Yes.
[after a long, hesitant pause]
Fletcher THEN WHY THE FUCK DIDN'T YOU SAY SO?! I've carried your fat ass for too long, Metz. I'm not gonna have you cost us a competition because your mind's on a fucking Happy Meal instead of on pitch. Jackson, congratulations. You're fourth chair. Metz, why are you still sitting there? Get the fuck out!
[yelling; calmer tone]
Fletcher For the record, Metz wasn't out of tune. You were, Erickson, but he didn't know and that's bad enough. Alright take 10, when we get back the squeaker's on.
[to the band]
The Impact of Career Change on Family
Bob What do you suggest I tell them?
[Shows them a picture of his children, after having been informed he's been let go]
Natalie Perhaps you're overlooking the positive effects your career transition will have on your children.
Bob The positive effects? I make about ninety grand a year. Unemployment is, what? Two hundred fifty bucks a week? Is that one of your positive effects? We get to be cozier because I won't be able to pay my mortgage on my house so maybe we can move into a nice fucking one bedroom apartment somewhere. And I guess without benefits I'll be able to hold my daughter as she suffers from her asthma that I won't be able to afford the medication for.
Natalie Well, umm, tests have shown that children under moderate trauma tend to apply themselves academically as a method of coping.
Bob Go fuck yourself", that's what my kids will think.
Ryan Your kids admiration is important to you?
Bob Yeah. Yeah. It was.
Ryan I doubt they ever admired you, Bob.
Bob Hey, asshole, aren't you supposed to be consoling me?
Ryan I'm not a shrink, I'm a wake-up call. Do you know why kids love athletes?
Bob I don’t know, because they screw lingerie models.
Ryan No, that’s why we love them. Kids love athletes because they follow their dreams.
Bob Well I can’t dunk.
Ryan No, but you can cook.
Bob What are you talking about?
Ryan Your resume says that you minored in French Culinary Arts. Most students, they’ll work the fryer at KFC, but you bussed tables at El Picador to support yourself. And then you get out of college and you come and you work here. How much did they first pay you to give up on your dreams?
Bob Twenty seven grand a year.
Ryan And when were you going to stop and come back and do what makes you happy?
Bob Good question.
[sighs]
Ryan I see guys who work at the same company their entire lives, guys exactly like you. They clock in and they clock out and they never have a moment of happiness. You have an opportunity here, Bob. This is a rebirth. If not for you, do it for your children.
Urgent Call to Action in Tobacco Marketing
BR People, what is going on out there? I look down this table, all I see are white flags! Our numbers are down all across the board. Teen smoking, our bread and butter, is falling like a shit from heaven! We don't sell Tic Tacs for Christ's sake. We sell cigarettes! And they're cool and available and addictive. The job is almost done for us! Now, this environmentalist is challenging us. We have to have an answer! I'm asking you, when this cocksucker puts Captain Hook on our product, what the fuck are we going to do!?
[Pussy]
A New Perspective on Happiness
Sebastian I want to let you know you're looking at a new man.
Bill Good.
Sebastian A man who's happy to be here.
Bill Excellent.
Sebastian Very easy to work with. Yeah.
Bill Right, and you'll play the set list.
Sebastian Happy to. Even though I don’t think anyone cares what I play, but yeah.
Bill Well, if by “anyone” you mean anyone other than me, that would be correct. I care and I don’t want to hear the free jazz.
Sebastian Right. Okay. Although I, I thought in this town it worked on a sort of “one for you, one for me” basis type system. How about two for you, one for me?
Sebastian How about all for you and none for me?
Bill That’s perfect, yes.
Sebastian Great.
Bill Okay.
Sebastian Okay, a mutual decision then.
Bill Right, made by me.
Sebastian Right, and I sign off on it, so.
Bill Whatever. Tell yourself what you want to know.
The Consequences of Reliability in Sports
Frank Perry Well, since you're throwing bullets, I'm not even gonna mention the fact that you're an hour late, and I have been standing here trying to figure out who my starting pitcher would be if you didn't show up.
[Billy is warming up in the bullpen before the game]
Billy Chapel Have I ever not showed? In the 19 years, have I ever not showed?
Frank Perry Well, that's true of everyone until the first time they don't show.
Job Loss During the Holiday Season
Bill You're fired.
Sebastian It's Christmas.
Bill Yeah, I see the decorations. Good luck in the New Year.
Fletcher's Departure from Shaffer Academy
Fletcher I don't know if you heard. I'm not at Shaffer anymore.
Andrew Yeah, I did hear that. Did you quit?
Fletcher Not exactly. Some parents got a kid from Sean Casey's year, I think, to say some things about me. Although why anybody would have anything other than peaches and cream to say about me is a mystery. That's a good laugh, right?
[Andrew chuckles]
Andrew I'm sorry.
Fletcher No, listen-- I get it. I know I made enemies. I'm conducting a little, though. They brought back the JVC Fest this year. They got me opening in a couple weeks with a pro band.
Andrew That's great.
Fletcher Yeah. It's all right. 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're depriving the world of the next ]. The next ]. I told you that story about how Charlie Parker became Charlie Parker, right?
[[Louis Armstrong; [w:Charlie Parker|Charlie Parker]
Andrew ] threw a cymbal at his head.
[[w:Jo Jones|Jo Jones]
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. Cries himself to sleep that night, but the next morning, what does he do? He practices. And he practices and he practices with one goal in mind: never to be laughed at again. And a year later, he goes back to the Reno and he steps up on that stage, and plays the best motherfucking solo the world has ever heard. So imagine if Jones had just said, "Well, that's okay, Charlie. That was all right. Good job." And 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 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?
[pause]
Fletcher No, man, no. Because the next Charlie Parker would never be discouraged.
Andrew Yeah.
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.
Shock at an outrageous financial demand
BR 50 million dollars?! Are you out of your fucking mind?!
Tension in a Music Rehearsal Setting
Andrew Hey. Hey, sorry I'm late.
Fletcher Well, glad you could fit us into your busy schedule, darling.
Andrew I know. Look, I'm sorry I'm late, but I'm here. I'm ready to go.
Fletcher Connolly's playing the part.
Andrew Yeah, like fucking hell he's playing my part.
Fletcher What the fuck did you just say to me?
Andrew It's my part.
Fletcher It's my part and I decide who to lend it to. Usually it's somebody that has fucking sticks.
Andrew I left them in the car, I'll be right back. Take me five minutes.
Fletcher I'm warming up the band now.
Andrew Look, I can use Ryan's sticks.
Fletcher Neiman, you lost the fucking part.
Andrew No, I didn't! Look, you can't fucking do this to me!
Fletcher CAN'T'?!
Andrew Yeah!
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.
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 Hey, why don't you just back off, bro?
[interrupts]
Andrew Hey, you know, fuck off, Johnny Utah! Turn my pages, bitch!
Fletcher Hey, I can cut you any fucking time I want.
Andrew You would've cut me by now.
Fletcher Try me, you fucking weasel! At 5:30, that's in exactly eleven minutes, my band is onstage. 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. Fuck you.
[to Connelly; runs to get his sticks]
Fletcher You got ten minutes you fucking pathetic pansy-ass fruit-fuck!
Frustration in the Workplace
BR The rest of you people go slam your fucking brains against your desks until something useful comes out!