Whiplash2014

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 Fletcher:
LOUDER!

Andrew:
[louder] I'M UPSET!

Terence Fletcher:
You are a worthless, friendless, f*ggot-lipped little piece of sh*t whose mommy left daddy when she figured out he wasn't Eugene O'Neill, and who is now weeping and slobbering all over my drum set like a f***ing nine-year old girl! So for the final, FATHER-F***ING time, SAY IT LOUDER!

Andrew:
[at the top of his lungs] I'M UPSET!

Terence Fletcher:
[going back to compose the band] Start practicing harder, Nieman.