Whiplash - Not Quite my Tempo
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Personagens: Fletcher e Neiman.
Cena de Pufflemayor.
Falas da cena
- Fletcher: Alright gang, Whiplash. Little under tempo, okay? Neiman, do your best.
- Fletcher: Here we go. 5, 6, and
- Fletcher: Lets hear some fills!
- Fletcher: We got Buddy Rich here.
- Fletcher: Little trouble there, let's pick it up at 17.
- Fletcher: Ready? 5, 6 and..
- Fletcher: Not, not quite my tempo.
- Fletcher: Here we go.. 5, 6 and..
- Fletcher: Downbeat on 18.. okay, here we go. 5, 6, and..
- Fletcher: Bar 17 the end of 4.
- Fletcher: Got it? 5, 6, 7..
- Fletcher: Not quite my tempo, it's all good, no worries. Here we go.. 5, 6, 7..
- Fletcher: You're rushing. Here we go.
- Fletcher: Uh.. ready? Okay, 5, 6, and..
- Fletcher: Dragging, just a hair.
- Fletcher: Wait for my cue.. 5, 6 ,7..
- Fletcher: Rushing.. 5, 6, and..
- Fletcher: Dragging.
- Fletcher: *inhales* Why do you suppose I just hurled a chair at your head, Neiman?
- Neiman: I- I don't know..
- Fletcher: Sure you do.
- Neiman: The tempo?
- Fletcher: Were you rushing or were you dragging?
- Neiman: Uh- I don't know?
- Fletcher: Start counting.
- Neiman: Five, six, sev-
- Fletcher: IN FOUR DAMN IT, LOOK AT ME!
- Neiman: One, two, three, fo- One, two, three, f- One, two, three, f-
- Fletcher: Now, was I rushing, or was I dragging?
- Neiman: I don't know?
- Fletcher: Count again.
- Neiman: One, two, three, fo- One, two, three, f- One, two, three-
- Fletcher: Rushing or dragging?!
- Neiman: Rushing.
- Fletcher: SO YOU DO KNOW THE DIFFERENCE!
- Fletcher: If you deliberately sabotage my band, I will fuck you like a pig.
- Fletcher: Now are you a rusher, or a dragger, or are you gonna be ON MY FUCKING TIME?!
- Neiman: I'm gonna be on your time.
- Fletcher: What does that say?
- Neiman: Quarter note equals 215.
- Fletcher: Count me a 215.
- Neiman: 1, 2, 3, 4, 1, 2, 3-
- Fletcher: Jesus fucking christ! I didn't know they allowed retards into Shaffer!
- Fletcher: Am I to understand that you cannot read tempo? Can you even fucking read music?
- Fletcher: What is that?
- Neiman: Eight note?
- Fletcher: Yes, what is that?
- Neiman: Down did sixteenth note?
- Fletcher: Sight read measure 101.
- Neiman: Ababababababum ba-
- Fletcher: What, are you in a fucking acapella group? PLAY THE GODDAMN KIT!
- Fletcher: STOP! Now answer my question. Were you rushing, or were you dragging?
- Fletcher: ANSWER!
- Neiman: Rushing?
- Fletcher: Oh my dear God... are you one of those single tear people? Do I look like a double fucking rainbow to you?
- Fletcher: You must be upset, are you upset?
- Neiman: No..
- Fletcher: No? So you don't give a shit about any of this?
- Neiman: I do give a shit about thi-
- Fletcher: Are you upset? Yes or fucking no? Yes, you are upset.
- Neiman: Yeah..
- Fletcher: Say it.
- Neiman: I'm upset..
- Fletcher: Say it so the whole band can hear you.
- Neiman: I'm upset.
- Fletcher: Louder!
- Neiman: I'm upset!
- Fletcher: LOUDER!
- Neiman: I'M UPSET!
- Fletcher: 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 it was now weeping and slobbering all over my drumset like a fucking nine year old girl!
- Fletcher: So for the FINAL FATHER FUCKING TIME, SAY IT LOUDER!
- Neiman: I'M UPSET!
- Fletcher: Carl.
- Fletcher: Start practicing harder, Neiman.
- Fletcher: Whiplash, bar 125.
- Fletcher: Big boy tempo, 5, 6, and..
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