Terence Fletcher:
It's good to work, huh? How 'bout, uh, Caravan? Bar 105.
[the band prepares; Ryan Connolly is on the drum kit]
Terence Fletcher:
Two bars for free. One, and two, and-
[Band begins to play for a moment only to be immediately cut by Fletcher]
Terence Fletcher:
That's not quite right, Connolly, um-. I'd like to try Neiman on this.
[Ryan gets up from the kit and is replaced by Andrew]
Terence Fletcher:
Maybe now's the time for Neiman to earn the part. One, and two, and-
[Band plays for a moment only to be cut by Fletcher again]
Terence Fletcher:
Nope, I guess not. Tanner?
[a reluctant Andrew gets up from the kit and is replaced by Carl Tanner]
Terence Fletcher:
One, and two, and-
[Band plays and is immediately cut off again]
Terence Fletcher:
Motherfucker! Connolly, get your ass back on the kit!
[Ryan replaces Carl on the kit]
Terence Fletcher:
We will stay here for as long as it takes until one of you faggots can play in time. One, and two, and-
[Band plays and is cut off yet again]
Terence Fletcher:
Looks like that might be all night. Neiman?
[Andrew replaces Ryan]
Terence Fletcher:
One, and two, and-
[Band plays and is cut off]
Terence Fletcher:
Not my fucking tempo!
[to the rest of the band]
Terence Fletcher:
Sorry guys, hate to put you through this. If you need to fuckin' take a dump, or get a coffee, whatever, now might be a good time because we're gonna stay here until I find a drummer who can fuckin' play in time. I apologize to the musicians. Seriously, take ten, twenty, a fuckin' hour.
[to the drummers]
Terence Fletcher:
You hear me, cocksuckers? You better start shitting me perfect four-hundreds! Connolly, get your fuckin' ass back on the kit!
