Drumline

Buck Wild: Let’s go! Sean: If you can’t hang, put your drum in storage and go home. Now move your ass, lift your feet, and you’ll make it to the top. Buck Wild: Y’all can’t wear my colors running like that. Let’s go Uncle Ben! I bet your country ass would run faster if I had one of your grandmama’s hot butter biscuits! Sean: I guess it ain’t white boy day, is it? Buck Wild: Come on let’s roll, come on tubas, let’s go. Sean: Come on, boy. That’s why your raggedy ass gets a raggedy drum. Boy you gonna graduate in that white t-shirt, damn!

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Dr. Lee: Mr. Miles, I guess you didn't like the required piece as written. Devon: Naw, I just thought I'd add a little somethin' somethin' on the end. [leaves] Sean: He can play. We all know that, but his attitude is messed up. Now I put three years into building this line. In chemistry's grading, I don't wanna jeopardize that. Dr. Lee: [a car horn makes one long blast to indicate that Devon is a P1] Your line seems to think otherwise.

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Dr. Lee: Good morning. The Band: Good morning. Dr. Lee: Good morning to music. Good morning and welcome to Atlanta A&T University marching band training. The next two weeks will be your introduction and possibly induction into a great marching band legacy. If you are here, it's because you believe in musicianship. If you are here it's because you believe in Coltrane, Miles Davis, Stevie Wonder, and the elements known as Earth, Wind, and Fire. If you are here, it's because you have a fervent, unequivocal belief in teamwork. Dr. Lee: And if you wish to remain here, you better start believing in being on time. [points at Ernest] You...who's your roommate? Ernest: Uh, Devon... Miles, sir. Dr. Lee: [looks at Devon, walks off the platform, and approaches him] Eyes front! Devon: Hey, what's up, Dr. Lee? Dr. Lee: It's all good, Mr. Miles, glad to have you here. Devon: Thank you, sir. Dr. Lee: Why was he late? Devon: I, um... guess he overslept. Dr. Lee: Well, why didn't you wake him? Devon: I'

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Sean: Mini-Me, I need a volunteer to polish the drums for tomorrow. Devon: Aw, that's a P4's job. Sean: Now, I'm making it your job. You don't like it? Quit.

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Sean: I've had it with your no talent, wannabe gangster ass! You wanna prove once and for all that I'm better than you? Strap up! Devon: Bring it on, big brother tin man! Sean: Get you sound check. Devon: Whatever. Sean: Fake thug little wannabe drummer boy. Devon: Whatever you big bald headed bourgie my first drum having. Sean: No method man. Devon: Yeah, fluff daddy. Say I’m better than you. Sean: I ain’t trying to hear you. Devon: You ain’t heard me since I stepped on campus! Sean: ‘Cause I know what you’re about! Devon: You don’t know shit about me!

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Dr. Lee: What was that? What did we rehearse? Why... do we rehearse? You're out there showboating for five minutes. If I wasn't able to signal a drum major to wrap you up, you'd still be out there beating your damn drum! Sean: Dr. Lee, sir, maybe there's an explanation. Devon... Dr. Lee: Do I look like I need you to explain anything to me right now? Sean: No, sir. Dr. Lee: I don't know what the beef is, but you better grill it up and eat it. Because it is my ass that is on the line. President Wagner: [arrives] Now that is a new beginning. That's exactly what I'm talking about. [shakes Devon's hand] Great job, son. You are something. You are something special. Devon: Thank you, sir. President Wagner: Great job, all of you. Now let's see Morris Brown top that! [band cheers] Some alumni wanna speak with you. There they are. Don't keep them waiting. New beginning! NEW BEGINNING! Dr. Lee: Sean, I want you to polish the drums tonight. And I'd better be able to see myself in the silver. Sean:

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