“Hey. Hey, sorry I'm late.” – Andrew, Whiplash (2014) ... Movie Quotes Database

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 **** hell he's playing my part.
Fletcher: What the **** 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 **** sticks.
[Andrew realizes he left his drumsticks behind]
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 **** part.
Andrew: No, I didn't! Look, you can't **** do this to me!
Fletcher: 'CAN'T'?!
Andrew: Yeah!
Fletcher: When did you become a **** expert on what I can or cannot do, you **** 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: [interrupts] Hey, why don't you just back off, bro?
Andrew: Hey, you know, **** off, Johnny Utah! Turn my pages, bitch!
Fletcher: Hey, I can cut you any **** time I want.
Andrew: You would've cut me by now.
Fletcher: Try me, you **** weasel! At 5:30, that's in exactly 11 minutes, my band is onstage. If your ass is not on that stool with your own **** sticks in hand or you make ONE **** MISTAKE, ONE, I will drum your ass back to Nassau where you can turn pages until you graduate or **** drop out! By the time you're done at Shaffer, you're gonna make Daddy look like a **** 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. [to Connelly] **** you. [runs to get his sticks]
Fletcher: You got 10 minutes **** pathetic pansy ass fruit****!

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 **** hell he's playing my part. Fletcher : What the **** 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 **** sticks. [Andrew realizes he left his drumsticks behind] 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 **** part. Andrew : No, I didn't! Look, you can't **** do this to me! Fletcher : ' CAN'T' ?! Andrew : Yeah! Fletcher : When did you become a **** expert on what I can or cannot do, you **** 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 : [interrupts] Hey, why don't you just back off, bro? Andrew : Hey, you know, **** off, Johnny Utah! Turn my pages, bitch! Fletcher : Hey, I can cut you any **** time I want. Andrew : You would've cut me by now. Fletcher : Try me, you **** weasel! At 5:30, that's in exactly 11 minutes, my band is onstage. If your ass is not on that stool with your own **** sticks in hand or you make ONE **** MISTAKE, ONE , I will drum your ass back to Nassau where you can turn pages until you graduate or **** drop out! By the time you're done at Shaffer, you're gonna make Daddy look like a **** 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. [to Connelly] **** you. [runs to get his sticks] Fletcher : You got 10 minutes **** pathetic pansy ass fruit****!