Terence Fletcher: There are no two words in the English language more harmful than "good job".
Terence Fletcher: I was there to push people beyond what's expected of them. I believe that's an absolute necessity.
Terence Fletcher: Nieman, you earned the part. Alternates, will you clean the blood off my drum set?
Terence Fletcher: I can still fucking see you, Mini Me!
Terence Fletcher: You are upset. [Andrew nods yes] Terence Fletcher: Say it. Andrew: I'm upset. Terence Fletcher: Say it so the whole band can hear you. Andrew: [a little louder] I'm upset! Terence Fletcher: Louder! Andrew: [loud] I'm upset! Terence ...
Terence Fletcher: You think I'm fucking stupid? I know it was you.
Terence Fletcher: For the record, Metz wasn't out of tune. You were, Erickson, but he didn't know and that's bad enough.
Terence Fletcher: Do you think you're out of tune? 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 were out of tune? Metz: Yes. Terence Fletcher: THEN WHY THE FUCK DIDN'T YOU...
Terence Fletcher: [Repeated line] Not my tempo.
Terence Fletcher: That is not your boyfriend's dick, so don't come too early.
Terence Fletcher: And here comes mister gay pride of the Upper West Side himself. Unfortunately, this is not a Bette Midler concert, we will not be serving Cosmopolitans and Baked Alaska, so just play faster than you give fucking hand jobs, will you ...
Terence Fletcher: Were you rushing or were you dragging? Andrew: I-I don't know. Terence Fletcher: Start counting! Andrew: Five, six... Terence Fletcher: In four, dammit! Look at me! Andrew: One, two, three, four. [Fletcher slaps him the face] Andrew...
Andrew: [to Connelly] HEY, FUCK OFF JOHNY UTAH! TURN MY PAGES, BITCH!
Andrew: [after being replaced by another drummer] Are you serious? That shit?
Terence Fletcher: If you want the fucking part, earn it!
Terence Fletcher: Now are you a rusher, or are you a dragger or are you gonna be on my fucking time? Andrew: I'll be on your time.
Terence Fletcher: I never really had a Charlie Parker. But I tried. I actually fucking tried. And that's more than most people ever do.
Terence Fletcher: So, imagine if Jones had just said, "Well, that's okay, Charlie. That was all right. Good job." So 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 th...
