Austin Stowell: Ryan
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!
Ryan : Don't worry about Fletcher. He's more bark than bite.