Drumline (2002) Edit

A G.I. Jane in the house. [Laughs]

A humble beginning for what has grown...

A little of my old school with a little of your new...

A little party or whatever, you know.

A lot of financial aid your way next year.

A'ight. That's how it's gonna be?

A&T and Morris Brown will meet center field!

A&T going out like some punks.

About letting you on the field tomorrow, man.

Actually, Dr. Lee, why don't we let Devon run it?

Actually, I should probably have my head in a book right now.

After you prove a thorough knowledge of the rule book.

Ah, shit.

Ah, the musicianship of hip hop.

Ain't nobody backin' up your dumb ass. I was throwin' for A&T.

Ain't you gonna tell me your name?

All A&T musicians must read music.

All right, Panthers, let's start this season off right.

All right, um, just— Gently.

All right.

All right.

All right. [Sighs]

All right. Choreography formation plots will be worked out on Wednesday.

All right. Let me see what you got here.

All right. Now the concept is all Devon's.

All these artists sample from this group, okay?

And A&T University is in a third down situation.

And an even bigger television audience.

And as far as I'm concerned, that's a very big deal.

And choreography.

And he says he is not his mother!

And he wouldn't say a word to me.

And how long have you been thinking that?

And I said you would be fine.

And I want you all to know...

And I'd better be able to see myself in the silver.

And I'm very proud of you.

And if you don't have the honor and discipline to learn your craft...

And no, we didn't win the B.E.T. Classic.

And now fasten your seat belts...

And now I have to do what I believe.

And that's enjoy playing with your band mates.

And that's okay because...

And the B.E.T. Southern Classic comin' up, where you gonna sit, on the ground?

And the baddest band in the land, Atlanta A&T!

And the chemistry's great and I don't want to jeopardize that.

And to them...

And we will have our first run through on Saturday.

And while you're joggin' around the field...

And without a pulse, you're dead.

And you lied to me.

Are you sure?

At least a play list.

At the homecoming last week.

At the practice before the performance, sir.

Atlanta A&T and Morris Brown College...

Back in the day when your music had a brother bouncin'.

Be easy!

Beat it, Devon.

Because when I see you doing your thing out on the field, you look happy.

Because, you know, guys like a little something soft to hold on to.

Before we get started with rehearsal...

Before we take a break, we have a challenge...

Better be.

Black by popular demand...

Bonita Mercado.

Boy, can you ever just take a picture?

Boy, don't you ever disrespect me.

Boy, please. Now that you gone, I'm gettin' ready to party.

Boy, you gonna graduate in that white T shirt. Damn!

Break it up! Break it up!

Break it up! Break it up!

Brilliantly named by big brother Iron Man yesterday.

Bring it on, big brother tin man.

Buck Wild!

But 285 is flowin' well.

But ever since y'all got that new band director of yours, Mr. Lee—

But I bet Dr. Lee grounded you, didn't he?

But I can do something about next year. You earned that.

But I want you to think very carefully about that, then you come back and see me.

But if you don't get it together, Mr. Taylor...

But it's not half as complicated as the formations are going to be.

But only P1 s are guaranteed a spot on the field.

But our first obligation is to educate, and then entertain.

But since you heard him play...

But Southern sisters, we don't casually date.

But the snare part, all the stickin', that's the kid.

But when you get out there today...

But when you're on the field, nobody hears you.

But you can call me "D."

But, see, that's what happens when a talented brother like yourself...

By the number of people shaking their butts in the stands.

Challenge for a spot on the field?

Check this out.

Choreography and formation plots get worked out on Tuesday.

Come on, now. What y'all complaining about, huh?

Come on! We want you out on the field.

Come on. Let's go.

Come on. Let's roll. Come on, tubas. Let's go.

Come on. You knocked that cadence out I did in, like, a minute.

Come with it.

Curtis Meredith.

Cut! Cut! Cut! Cut! Cut!

Damn right it gives you five classes, and it ought to be 10...

Damn.

Dance.

Dancing's not a real major.

Dang, ease up. We just started dating.

Dang, the crowd is louder than when the football team was on the field.

Devon and Sean's solo performance from the Wilmington game...

Devon Miles.

Devon, I'm— I'm sorry.

Devon, man, I need to tell you, baby...

Devon, would you like me to help you take your cornrows out?

Devon! Devon! Devon!

Devon.

Do I look like I need you to explain anything to me right now?

Do women actually respond to the way you come at them?

Do you want to explain why Devon is not on the field?

Dog tired, though.

Doing me is what got me down here in the first place!

Don't feel like playing that wack ass cadence.

Don't have a real place to shine.

Don't look down, remember?

Don't mean they don't know how to use one.

Don't worry about that. A lot of folks can't read the sign that says "toilet"...

Down, boy! Sit down! Sit down!

Dr. Henderson was smart enough to know that.

Dr. Lee know you're in here wastin' tape?

Dr. Lee sent me over, you know, to check on things.

Dr. Lee, sir, um, there's an explanation. See, Devon here thought—

Dr. Lee? Dr. Lee.

Dr. Lee...

Drop it. Yeah.

Drumline, get your thing on!

Drums ain't goin' nowhere, so what you clowns lookin' down for?

Dude, what are you doing?

Enjoy it now 'cause this might be the last time some of y'all see a drum.

Especially if you plan on getting back on the line anytime soon.

Even for a hothead like you.

Everybody clear outta here.

Excuse me, Dr. Lee?

Excuse me.

Excuse me. Hi.

Eyes front!

Eyes on me.

Eyes on me. Don't look down.

Fake thug. Little wannabe drummer boy.

Featuring Jive recording artist, Petey Pablo!

Fight, fight, fight, fight!

Five, six, seven.

For real, man, you gotta—

For real. You nice.

For the annual drum battle.

For the annual drum battle.

For the first time in the history of the B.E.T. Big Southern Classic—

For the Wilmington game.

Gee, I wonder why?

Get on the bus.

Get on your feet and be prepared for the baddest band in the land—

Get ready to see how we put it down, A.T.L. style!

Get up to your dorms. Get well acquainted with the rule book.

Get up!

Give me a hug.

Go on, rip it, dog.

Go, go, go!

Good morning to music.

Good morning, and welcome to Atlanta A&T University marching band training.

Got all them musicians, but no band.

Great job, all of you. Now, let's see Morris Brown top that!

Great job, son. Really something.

Ha! Yo, E! Yeah! That's my man!

Halftime is game time.

Have some respect for your section, Robert. Snares have a standard.

He can play. We all know that. But his attitude is messed up.

He gonna short out the whole building. Damn!

He played popular music.

He says he guesses he overslept!

He still hasn't learned to put his best players on the field.

He'd take me to the Sigma party tonight.

He'll freeze up like any other freshman. His ass needs to be broken.

Head, uh—

Hel— Hello? Hel— Yes.

Here they come, the Morris Brown College Marching Wolverine Band.

Hey, A&T, get your pencil and paper out, baby!

Hey, baby, you might wanna do some, uh, girl push ups...

Hey, Charles, what's up with your socks?

Hey, Dev, let me tell you. You can look like me...

Hey, Devon, you know if you keep messin' up...

Hey, if it's, uh, some more of your mother's cookin', I want some...

Hey, man, it's like the black KKK.

Hey, man, you know how Dr. Lee is about time.

Hey, we gonna miss you, man.

Hey, yo, big Rob, you was throwin' crazy blows.

Hey, yo, big Rob, you was throwin' crazy blows.

Hey, yo, big Rob, you was throwin' crazy blows.

Hey, yo, D. You got another package, man.

Hey, yo, man, that was tight, bro. That was tight.

Hey, yo, what's up, ma?

Hey, yo, what's up, man? I'm Devon.

Hi, Devon.

Hi.

Holler!

Honestly, dog, I would have came after you too.

Honoring the past and the present at the same time.

Hoo! ♪ Check me out ♪

Hoo! ♪ Check me out ♪

Hook you up with a part time job this summer, put some money in your pocket.

How about showing some interest in something other than the way she looks?

How about we start all over?

How, by Riverdancin' with your drum?

Huh? Snares, y'all need to pick it up.

I ain't never been arrested. I don't have a whole bunch of kids runnin' around.

I also said we needed to win.

I always knew I'd be here.

I asked Mr. Miles why his roommate was late!

I asked, "Why didn't you wake him?"

I been comin' down here every day for the last two weeks...

I can do that.

I can— I can do that.

I can't believe we ain't stepping to them fools.

I can't really read music.

I did. I liked it. But I can manage.

I didn't know you was a dancer.

I didn't think it was that big a deal.

I don't care what you tell him. Dr. Lee ain't my daddy. This is bullshit.

I don't even let my sister do this.

I don't find their marching style or musical selections interesting enough, sir!

I don't give a damn if he stayed in your mama's bed.

I don't know how you put that series of combinations together like that.

I don't know what the beef is between you, but you'd better grill it up and eat it...

I don't know.

I don't never drop my sticks. [Chuckles]

I don't think we can measure the success of our program...

I got a full scholarship to Atlanta A&T...

I got a little carried away.

I got enough shit in my life.

I got skills, man. I'm just sayin'...

I gotta do my thing on my own.

I grew up right down the street.

I just wanted to catch you before rehearsal.

I just wanted you to check 'em out.

I know who you are. I'm a big fan. You got a way with crowds.

I left the polish on the bottom shelf, "B." [Laughs]

I love black people.

I mean, I feel kinda weird leavin' you by yourself.

I mean, now you're a P4.

I might have to use this for myself.

I never even thought I'd be in college till Dr. Lee recruited me.

I only want you to do one thing...

I own the drumline.

I put you on the line because I made a mistake.

I should just go talk to Dr. Lee.

I think we have about three more games before—

I thought maybe it was the day you showed us all he couldn't read...

I told you to read the book. I told you, dog.

I understand.

I want my boy on the field now.

I want to say I hope you're proud...

I want your knees hitting your chest.

I was just calling to let you know everything is everything.

I was thinkin' that instead of promoting a P2 to replace Devon...

I was wonderin' if maybe you had a space for me on your band next year.

I wouldn't do it no justice.

I'd like to remind you all that no matter what obstacles life may bring...

I'll continue with the overall direction of the program.

I'll just use this as toilet paper instead.

I'll say it again. Knees into chest!

I'll see you all on the other side.

I'm a philosophy major.

I'm about to go get up on some honeys.

I'm bangin' it.

I'm Buck Wild! We are your drum majors.

I'm Devon.

I'm enrolling you in the applied percussion course.

I'm fittin' to get my spot back.

I'm gonna help you with this.

I'm looking for this really good looking brother with cornrows.

I'm not his mother, sir.

I'm playin', man.

I'm serious, y'all. Come on.

I'm sorry, but, um, rehearsals are closed.

I'm... just tryin' to make the line.

I've had it with your no talent, wannabe gangster ass.

If I had on of your ur grandmama's hot buttered biscuits.

If it means anything, I've been back and forth 100 times...

If music is what you love, why wouldn't you go to class?

If you are here, it is because you have a fervent, unequivocal belief...

If you cannot read music, you cannot be on my field.

In my high school, marching band was all about military precision.

In sections that are available, so do your best.

In teamwork!

In the meantime, I'll talk to the coaches about the scholarship situation.

Into a "band aholic's" dream weekend here in Georgia.

Into a great marching band legacy.

Is Atlanta A&T University!

Is challenging P2 Jayson Flore...

Is just a reflection of its director...

Is that what you want me to tell Dr. Lee?

It ain't about your parents.

It ain't gonna be the same without you, man.

It doesn't have to be perfect, Devon. I just want to hear it.

It got a old school feel to it.

It has been an amazing night, y'all.

It is my pleasure to welcome you to the Lambda Mu chapter of Kappa Kappa...

It was obvious, if anybody bothered to pay attention.

It'll help us identify you as a crab who knows absolutely nothing.

It's a good one. The kids in my program are learning.

It's all about the tubas now, dog.

It's complicated.

It's just midterms. Yeah.

It's my job to protect the line and that's what I did. You don't like it, follow his ass out.

It's that simple for you, huh?

It's time for some real music.

It's time for the originators!

It's tree shaking eliminations...

Jayson Flore, sir. A.K.A., Affirmative Action.

Jose Mendoza.

Just once, could a brother get a slice of pizza?

Just this mornin'.

Just— Oh. You'll meet them at homecoming.

Keep it together. Don't flip up. Keep it together.

Kid, you about to step in front of thousands of people.

Ladies and gentlemen, I would like to introduce to you...

Let me get the large fries and diet Coke, please.

Let me see. $2.27. Thank you.

Let me tell ya, Earth, Wind & Fire was a band.

Let the robust composition of the "Saints Come Marching In" flow through your mind.

Let's go, Uncle Ben. I bet your country ass would run faster...

Let's take this from the top, and this time, follow me.

Like a good neighbor, State Farm is there.

Like you did?

Like— You— When you know—

Like, Miss S.A.T. girl, huh?

Look, I might as well tell you this up front.

Look, I panicked.

Look, I'm sorry about yesterday.

Look, man, I don't know what Dr. Lee got planned.

Look, man. I just want to let you know that I got my diploma.

Look.

Look. Fried okra night in my room. Be there, all right?

Look. Love the drum.

Look...

Lookee here, son, I'm talkin' about throwin'...

Lookin' for a high of around 83.

Man, do they do anything new?

Man, don't worry about my socks, man. It's a tuba thing, shorty.

Man, I ain't tryin' to have no curfew.

Man, I do love my drum.

Man, that gives me five classes.

Man, that's what we should be playing.

Man, the machine was recording?

Man, you can't take me off the line! I'm the best drummer you got.

Man, you gotta play— like "Funky Drummer."

Maybe you don't.

Maybe you will one day have the honor and privilege...

Miles Davis, Stevie Wonder, and the elements known as Earth, Wind & Fire.

Mini Me, I knew you couldn't stay away.

Mini Me. I need a volunteer to polish the drums for tomorrow.

Mm hmm!

Mom be talking about, "Aw, look, my baby done got another 'A.'

More than the sound of my own drum.

Morris Brown been spankin' that ass, spankin' that ass.

Morris Brown, Atlanta. Check it out, y'all.

Move away! I got my homeboy right down the middle.

Move away! I got my homeboy right down the middle.

Move it along, baby.

Mr. Devon Miles and Mr. Sean Taylor.

Mr. Miles, can I holler at you for a second?

Mr. Miles, I guess you didn't like the required piece as written.

Mr. Miles, please play the required piece. It's on the stand.

Mr. Miles, strap up.

Mr. Miles.

Mr. Wade, Morris Brown College.

My bad. Hold on.

My mom's a Sigma Phi Alpha. My dad's the all American.

My parents are paying for my education.

My parents were talking all that crap about...

Nah, dog. You want 30 push ups, you got 30 push ups.

Nah, that's not what I'm talkin' about, dog.

Need some help?

Never look down.

Next.

Next.

No Method Man.

No problem.

No, big brother Iron Man, sir.

No, I just thought I'd add a little something something on the end.

No, I really think it'd help if somebody else played it.

No, it's a new car. Okay?

No, lying is what got you down here.

No, no, no. Let me see.

No, on the real, man, I love this band.

No, the only issue is for you to give me the same show like you did the last game...

No! No, no, I gotta— I gotta handle my business.

No? Let me show you.

No. Well, yeah.

None of 'em. They're for you.

Not that I'm tryin' to get back on line or anything.

Now give some love to Dr. James Lee.

Now I changed my mind.

Now I want 10 laps from all those who are not their roommate's mama.

Now I'm gonna go through it slow.

Now take off my drum.

Now you're crab drummers.

Now, I've put three years into building this line.

Now, if you’re a P2 or a P3, you can still get a spot...

Now, move your ass, lift your feet, and you'll make it to the top!

Now, that is a new beginning!

Now!

Oh, Devon.

Oh, hell, nah.

Oh, I know Dr. Lee is workin' on somethin' big for the classic.

Oh, nah. You the big dog. Do your thing.

Oh, nice to meet you. Devon.

Oh, okay, okay, all right.

Oh, see, I wouldn't even mess with that, folk 'cause she don't look like no freshman.

Oh, snap. Now you can see me?

Oh, so now you got jokes?

Oh. Oh, yeah. Yeah. I just got up.

Okay.

Okay. All right. What's up?

Okay. Break them up into groups, and do somethin'. I don't know.

Okay. Okay. I said, "gently." Hello—

Okay. Thanks a lot. Mr. Taylor.

On musicianship and choreography.

On your feet for the greatest school...

One band, one sound means you all are responsible for each other.

One band, one sound.

One band, one sound.

One band, one sound.

One love... and all that.

One, two, ready, and—

One, two!

One, two! One—

Or maybe it was the night he took your solo.

Or there won't be a program next year.

Over the years, the competition has become slicker and much more glitzy.

P3 Donnell Jones...

Pay attention.

Pay attention.

People say that the band...

Percussion! Last words of advice for our young 'uns on line.

Personally, I don't give a damn if the boy can't read a book. He's strong, and you know it.

Playin' the drums, it's like makin' love.

Plays a final song with our senior musicians...

Please take that class.

Please, not the edu tainment speech, James. Save it for your students.

Prepare to experience seven minutes of mind blowing moves...

Present arms!

President Wagner, what a pleasant surprise.

Putting on a small competition...

Real good lookin' brother with cornrows.

Remember when I first made you section leader?

Remember why?

Renee Meyan.

Right now, Atlanta's number one radio station...

Sally Millburn.

Saxophones are the truth, the funk, and the hook.

Sayin' I wouldn't be here if it wasn't for you.

Sean, I want you to polish the drums tonight.

Section leaders, what is our concept?

See, I can help you out with a couple of them dance moves.

See, I don't even get that. Like, so why you even come to A&T?

See, once they hear us, they recognize the song.

Senate!

Senate!

Shit, this is messed up.

Shoot. A&T's the reason I picked up a drum in the first place.

Sit up in the skybox with us.

Slight change, everyone.

Snares, listen up.

So as you would say, let's get crunk.

So hard, in fact, that today we have—

So hurry up with your little rudimentary shit.

So tonight, celebrate...

So what exciting, new beginnings can we look forward to this year?

So what's the concept?

So what's your major?

So you're gonna have to step up to the learning curve quick.

So, it is a date?

So, what you here for then?

So, what's up with me and y'all tonight?

Softly, softly. Okay?

Something like that. What about you?

Sons of scholarship.

Starting tomorrow, white T shirts at all times.

State Farm Insurance.

Stay ahead of the game.

Straight from New York City, it's B.E.T.'s very own A.J. and Free!

Take a good look at this man.

Take it from the bridge.

Thank you, sir.

Thank you.

Thanks a lot, Dr. Lee.

That is if it's okay with your section leader.

That seems real to me.

That was James Brown and Marvin Gaye, not the "Thong Song."

That you've influenced me as well...

That's a definite possibility.

That's a straight up challenge.

That's exactly what I'm talking about.

That's hot.

That's Morris Brown.

That's that unstoppable, undefeatable Morris Brown.

That's the music for next week's game and you can't read it.

That's the upperclassmen.

That's what our new direction is all about— Bridging the gap.

That's what we gonna play. Let's focus.

That's you.

The A.T.L. is in the house!

The A&T Marching Panthers...

The baddest band in the land— A&T!

The baddest drumline in the land!

The drum major to wrap you up, you'd still be out there beating your damn drum!

The last rule of the rule book?

The man's too stubborn to sit down and take his butt whippin' like a man.

The Morris Brown College Marching Wolverine Band...

The next two weeks will be your introduction and possibly induction...

The only freshman to do that.

The radio is off now.

The winner and champion of the B.E.T. Big Southern Classic...

Then drive your feet into the ground.

Then feet hit the ground!

There are some issues preventing that.

There are three other P2s on the bass line, and I'm the one that gets challenged.

There they are. [Chuckles]

There won't be a program if thee alumni continue to lose interest.

There's a lot riding on this competition, folks— $50,000 top prize.

These are for A&T drumline only. P1 s.

They don't tell you about all this when they recruit you.

They grabbed Ernest. Look, I yelled for him...

They hear the band. One band.

They've worked really hard to get here tonight, but two have stood out from the rest.

Thinkin' if I should give you that ticket to my graduation.

This black Adonis is known as God's Gift, A.K.A. Double "G."

This is bullshit.

This is how it's done.

This is one of the new songs for our first game.

This last drum part before my solo's very complicated.

This loud, passionate group of your peers...

This piece is very complicated...

Thought you ain't remember me.

To announce the winners of tonight’s competition...

To get you some financial aid next year...

To raise money to purchase uniforms.

To sit in my living room and tell my mom how much this band needs me?

To wear the school colors, but for now...

Today's B.E.T. Classic brings in over 50,000 fans to the Georgia Dome...

Traffic's movin' slow on Peachtree, Buckhead all the way to midtown...

Tree shaking is gonna rank you P1 through P4.

Trumpets are the voice of the band. We are the melody. We are the clarity.

Try switching from corps style marching to traditional style. Now, that's hard.

Tyrone Middleton.

Uh—

Uh— My bad. My bad.

Uh, Devon. Uh, Miles.

Uh, I'm Ernest.

Uh, snare drum, bass drum. Any drum, really.

Uh, well, look. I gotta run real quick.

Uh, you in a hurry, brother?

Uh, you know, Mr. Wade...

Uh!

Um, I was wondering—

Um, my name's Charles, and I play the tuba.

Um, okay.

Wait, wait, wait. Hold up. Hold up. Who in here can do an uptown fade?

Wait, wait, wait. Hold up. Hold up. Who in here can do an uptown fade?

Was arranged by two of your very own...

Was instead of making Sean look bad...

Wasn't nobody steppin' up, and I'm sayin' you put me on the line...

We all lose sight of things sometimes.

We are the heart and the soul.

We do not rest with the band in performance and we do not rest with the band in practice.

We don't have to tell you anything.

We give it a short test run on Thursday and Friday.

We got a girl on line.

We have boyfriends.

We have seen imitators!

We haven't stopped grooving since we started.

We might just keep the snare line at nine.

We win, they write checks.

We won't have any time to waste here, people...

We're going back, back, back in time.

We're gonna try something a little different this year.

We've also seen duplicators!

Well, actually, they usually come at me.

Well, all right.

Well, for the most part...

Well, is it real to you?

Well, since you ain't playin' right now...

Well, we were wondering if you needed any entrance cadences for the classic?

Well, why didn't you wake him?

What are y'all lookin' at?

What are y'all lookin' at?

What are you two— Beavis and Black head?

What did we rehearse?

What do you mean, "You think so"?

What I like most...

What is mandatory of all A&T musicians?

What is...

What the hell you doin'?

What the last rule is.

What was that?

What we are, you can't smoke, you can't sniff it, 'cause we were born with it!

What would a boyfriend do in this situation?

What you mean I'm blockin', man? I was comin' over here 'cause I was concerned about you.

What you mean, "getting back on the line"?

What you mean, "What I mean?"

What you mean? It's always been about the tubas, shorty.

What you need to do is, you need to bang the drum.

What— What— What in the hell was that?

What, you threatened by me?

What, you two a couple now?

What?

What?

What?

What? Wait. Where you going?

What's that?

What's up, A T L?

What's up, Atlanta? How y'all doin'?

What's up, Charles? I'm Jayson. All about the bass, baby.

Whatever it is, I hope he wipes y'all up with it.

Whatever, man.

When can a P2 or P3...

When he finds out you quit the band 'cause of some stupid haircut.

When I say, "chest," you say, "out."

When I was little, I could hear 'em practicing down the block from my house.

When one of us is late, we are all late.

When one of us looks or sounds bad, we all look and sound bad!

When you handlin' your business, you feel it!

When you hired me, you wanted me to strive for excellence...

Whether Devon is on it or not.

Which one of those little fast girls gave you those?

Which will determine who will become A&T drummers.

Who is your roommate?

Who memorizes an audition piece?

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. Hold up. Hold up.

Whoa! Whoa!

Whoa. Oh, big spender.

Whoa. Where the hell y'all goin'?

Whoo wee! Shorties to the left.

Whoo! [Laughs]

Whoo! [Laughs]

Whoo! I was just admiring Devon's packing technique.

Whoo! Still got that baton stuck up your ass, huh?

Why didn't nobody tell me we was havin' a meetin'?

Why do we rehearse?

Why don't you school me on how to come at a sister?

Why you actin' like the man's gonna leave school?

Will get added to the music for homecoming.

With reigning champion Morris Brown, you know what to expect.

Without the percussion section, the band doesn't move, doesn't come alive.

Word. I mean, yeah.

Would you like me to help you take yours out?

Would you like to go out with me? I can keep you awake.

Y'all ain't ready for what we about to put down.

Yeah, Fluff Daddy. Say I'm better than you.

Yeah, for now. What, you an upperclassman?

Yeah, he about to bring it like you ain't never heard.

Yeah, I bet you it's even scarier for somebody with a wack solo.

Yeah, I gotta go to this little... meeting—

Yeah, I was just calling to say hey.

Yeah, I'll talk to you later.

Yeah, I'm trying to set up a little casual dating situation.

Yeah, right. Don't even try that White Men Can’t Jump bullshit.

Yeah, that's it. Now you hittin' it.

Yeah, that's it. Now you hittin' it.

Yeah! P2 bass! Ow!

Yeah.

Yeah. Now, when you makin' love right...

Yeah. Recognize the skills.

Yeah. Yes, sir.

Yeah. You know how it is when you hittin' that spot, right?

Yes, I would love to go out with you.

Yes, she did."

Yes, sir.

Yes. And you've lost sight of that...

Yo, dog. We can't go out like that.

Yo, Dr. Lee, man, you gotta talk to the line. They tripping.

Yo, Jay, what are you doin', man?

Yo, my man's told me about this spot where the girls supposed to be bangin'.

You ain't seen nothin' yet.

You are no longer a member of this band.

You are not a P1. You are a crab. Now take it off.

You are now men of distinction.

You as blank as the white T shirts you'll be wearin'!

You better recognize the realness.

You better start believing in being on time.

You can fly.

You can give me a call too.

You can't be lookin' down there seein' what's going' on, trying to get the flow right.

You decided that the line, or perhaps maybe just you...

You did your thing today. You're gonna be all right, dog.

You didn't tell me you had all of this planned.

You don't know how your man, Dr. Lee came all the way to the N.Y...

You don't like it, quit.

You don't wanna pass up a deal like this. [Laughs]

You drop your sticks, don't reach down and pick 'em up. Just keep moving your hands.

You even allowed in the building?

You got a problem?

You got it.

You had my back. Good lookin' out.

You have to learn to follow before you can lead, Mr. Miles.

You killed them out there.

You know how that feels?

You know I can't wait to see you move to my beats.

You know, five years as my assistant...

You know, like—

You know, sometimes you gotta take it back.

You know, uh, big brother Sean is going to be really happy...

You know, uh, if you’re looking for a job this summer...

You left me hanging.

You lied at your audition when you played the required piece...

You lied on your application...

You notice this crab hasn't looked down at his sheet music once?

You ready? [Laughing]

You said I loved the sound of the line...

You wanna get down, you come through me.

You wanna prove once and for all that I'm better than you? Strap up.

You want my solo? Take it.

You were out there showboating for five minutes. If I wasn't able to signal...

You were sweatin' bullets wondering how you could lead...

You will know him and call him such from this day forward!

You're gonna be cool, right?

You're gonna have a difficult time leading the senate...

You're the best, Devon.

Your line seems to think otherwise.

Your parents probably used to put all your report cards on the refrigerator.

Your raggedy ass shit is right over there.

420 seconds of sensational sound.

"Flight of the Bumblebee!" "Flight of the Bumblebee!"

[All Groan] [Man Imitates Buzzer Sounding]

[All Laugh] or something...

[All Yelling] I got this. I got this one.

[All] Hey! [Crowd Booing]

[Announcer] That's it? So it's amateur night, huh? [Sean] Senate!

[Band Chanting] ♪♪ [Drums]

[Band Chanting] ♪ It's on now ♪ ♪♪ [Drumming]

[Band Makes Train Noises] ♪ Train comin' full speed ♪

[Band] ♪ Yeah ♪ ♪ It's on now ♪

[Barks] [Applause, Cheering]

[Brakes Hiss] See y'all at the Classic.

[Buck Wild] Let's go! [Iron Man] If you can't hang...

[Camera Shutter Clicks] Okay.

[Car Horn Honks] I know you've seen three bands marching already.

[Charles] All right. Well, congrats, man. Hey, hold that.

[Charles] O kay. [Jay] Aw, yeah.

[Chattering] Comin' into the stadium, right now...

[Chattering] You want one? Okay.