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Terence Fletcher: If you deliberately sabotage my band, I will fuck you like a pig.
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Terence Fletcher: Nieman, you lost the fucking part.
Andrew: No, I didn't! You can't fucking do this to me!
Terence Fletcher: CAN'T?
Andrew: Yeah!
Terence 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.
Terence 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, fuck off, Johnny Utah! Turn my pages, bitch!
Terence Fletcher: Hey, I can cut you any fucking time I want.
Andrew: You would've cut me by now.
Terence Fletcher: Try me, you fucking weasel!
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