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INSTRUCTOR: Why do you suppose I just hurled a chair at your head, Neiman?

NEIMAN: I-- I don't know.

INSTRUCTOR: Sure you do.

NEIMAN: The tempo?

INSTRUCTOR: Were you rushing or were you dragging?

NEIMAN: I-- I don't know.

INSTRUCTOR: Start counting.

NEIMAN: Five, six, seven--

INSTRUCTOR: In four, dammit! Look at me.

NEIMAN: One, two, three, four. One, two, three, four. One, two, three--

INSTRUCTOR: Now, was I rushing or was I dragging?

NEIMAN: I don't know.

INSTRUCTOR: Count again.

NEIMAN: One, two, three, four. One, two, three-- One, two, three, four.

INSTRUCTOR: Rushing or dragging?

NEIMAN: Rushing.

INSTRUCTOR: So you do know the difference! If you deliberately sabotage my band, I will fuck you like a pig. Now, are you a rusher or are you a dragger, or are you gonna be on my fucking time?

NEIMAN: I'm gonna be on your time.

INSTRUCTOR: What does that say?

NEIMAN: A quarter note equals 215.

INSTRUCTOR: Count me a 215.

NEIMAN: One, two, three, four. One, two, three, four.

INSTRUCTOR: Jesus fucking Christ! I didn't know they allowed retards into Shaffer. Am I to understand that you cannot read tempo? Can you even fucking read music? What is that?

NEIMAN: Eighth note.

INSTRUCTOR: Yes. What is that?

NEIMAN: Dotted 16th note.

INSTRUCTOR: Sight-read measure 101.

NEIMAN: Bubba, bubba, bubba, bubba, bubba.

INSTRUCTOR: What are you, a capella group? Play the goddamn kit!

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Stop. Now answer my question. Were you rushing or were you dragging? Answer!

NEIMAN: Rushing.