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we all look and sound bad!

So what's the concept?

(All)

One band, one sound.

Now I want 10 laps from all those

who are not their roommate's mama.

- (Men Muttering)

- Don't whine.

And while you're jogging

around the field...

let the robust composition of the

"Saints Come Marching In"

flow through your mind.

(Dr. Lee)

People. People, run. Don't walk.

(Dr. Lee)

Use your band sense, not your common sense.

Move it along, baby.

(Woman)

# When the saints go marching in #

Trumpets are the voice of the band.

We are the melody. We are the clarity.

Tubas are the most important section

in this band, boy! Tubas are the boom...

Saxophones are the truth,

the funk, and the hook.

See, once they hear us,

they recognize the song.

(Rhythmic Clapping)

We are the heart and the soul.

Without the percussion section,

the band doesn't move, doesn't come alive.

(Clapping Increases)

We are the pulse.

And without a pulse, you're dead.

(Clapping Stops)

That's why we're the most important

section of this band.

- (Whistle Blows)

- (Man) All right, band. Ten-minute break!

Whoa.

Where the hell y'all going?

- He said take a break.

- Did I say take a break?

- No.

- No?

No, big brother Iron Man, sir.

We do not rest with the band in performance

and we do not rest with the band in practice.

- Give me 30 push-ups.

- (Groans)

You got a problem?

Nah, dog. You want 30 push-ups,

you got 30 push-ups.

(Iron Man)

Make it 32.

(Laughs)

Hey, look at this.

We got a girl on line.

A G.I. Jane in the house.

(Laughs)

Hey, baby, you might wanna do

some, uh, girl push-ups...

because, you know, guys like

a little something soft to hold on to.

(Men Laughing)

- Damn!

- Whoo.

(Iron Man)

Pick out a drum from this side only.

Sign them out over here.

Enjoy it now 'cause this might be

the last time some of y'all see a drum.

- Yeah, baby.

- (All Chattering)

What the hell you doing?

- Getting my drum.

- Nah, nah, see.

These are for A&T drumline only. P1s.

You are not a P1.

You are a crab. Now take it off.

- I'll take it off when you calm down.

- (All) Ooh.

Everybody clear outta here.

Now!

(Men)

Okay.

Boy, don't you ever disrespect me.

Dog, you gotta

give respect to get it.

What, you threatened by me?

- I don't know sh*t about you, crab.

- Nah?

You don't know how your man,

Dr. Lee came all the way to the N.Y...

to sit in my living room and tell my mom

how much this band needs me?

I don't give a damn

if he stayed in your mama's bed.

I own the drumline.

You wanna get down,

you come through me.

Now take off my drum.

Your raggedy-ass sh*t

is right over there.

- (Buck Wild) Let's go!

- (Iron Man) 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 buttered biscuits.

I guess it ain't

white boy day, is it?

Come on. Let's roll.

Come on, tubas. Let's go.

Come on, boy! That's why your raggedy ass

gets a raggedy drum.

Boy, you gonna graduate

in that white T-shirt. Damn!

(Chanting Cadences)

(Chanting Continues)

What's your name, crab?

Jayson Flore, sir.

A.K.A., Affirmative Action.

Brilliantly named

by big brother Iron Man yesterday.

What's wrong? They don't have

enough black people in Georgia Tech?

I don't find their marching style

or musical selections interesting enough, sir!

And no, they don't

have enough black people.

(All Laughing)

- Now you done messed up the cadence.

- (All Groaning)

(Iron Man)

Take it from the top.

Ah, sh*t.

They don't tell you about all this

when they recruit you.

- (Jayson Groans)

- I wouldn't know, Mr. First-Round Draft Pick.

You wanna talk about hard?

Try switching from corps-style marching

to traditional style. Now, that's hard.

(Laughs)

I bet you that is hard for you, "B".

Yeah, right. Don't even try that

"White Men Cant Jump" bullshit.

I got skills, man.

I'm just saying...

in my high school, marching band

was all about military precision.

(Scoffs)

I could've been a P1 at Georgia Tech...

- or U.G.A. in a minute.

- Okay.

So, what you here for then?

I love black people.

- (Laughing)

- All right. All right.

No, on the real, man,

I love this band.

I grew up right down the street.

When I was little, I could hear them practicing

down the block from my house.

- I'd be outside playing...

- # (Imitating Violin) #

I'm serious, y'all.

Come on.

Shoot. A&T's the reason

I picked up a drum in the first place.

I feel you on that one, dog.

- (Phone Rings)

- Oh, sh*t!

Hel... Hello? Hel... Yes.

I can do that. Yes.

I can do that.

I can... I can do that.

- (Whistle Blows)

- (Section Leader) Do not slow it down on me.

Move it! Move it!

Come on. Come on. Pick it up!

- (Band Chanting)

- # (Drums) #

"The beginning is always today".

One of my favorite quotes.

President Wagner,

what a pleasant surprise.

So what exciting, new beginnings

can we look forward to this year?

Well, for the most part...

I'll continue with

the overall direction of the program.

That direction is a losing one.

I don't think we can measure

the success of our program...

by the number of people

shaking their butts in the stands.

And no, we didn't win

the B.E.T. Classic.

But our first obligation

is to educate, and then entertain.

Please, not the edutainment speech, James.

Save it for your students.

It's a good one.

The kids in my program are learning.

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

We win, they write checks.

Dr. Henderson was smart enough

to know that.

He played popular music.

That was James Brown and Marvin Gaye,

not the "Thong Song".

Now, I will play popular music,

but not at the expense of musicianship.

When you hired me, you wanted me

to strive for excellence...

and that is exactly

what I am doing.

I also said we needed to win.

(Buck Wild)

One, two.

One, two!

One, two! One...

(Dr. Lee)

Freeze!

I want your knees

hitting your chest.

Then drive your feet

into the ground.

I'll say it again.

Knees into chest!

Then feet hit the ground!

Buck Wild!

When I say, "chest",

you say, "out".

- Chest!

- (All) Out!

- Chest!

- (All) Out!

(Buck Wild) What's wrong with your chest?

Your chest don't come out?

- What's wrong with his chest? Stick your chests out!

- Damn.

- Chest!

- Out!

- Chest!

- Out!

- Chest!

- Out!

- Chest!

- Out!

(Laila) One, two, three and four,

five and six and seven and eight.

- # (Hip-hop) #

- And one, two, three, four...

five, six, seven.

Come on. Let's go.

I'm sorry, but, um,

rehearsals are closed.

I didn't know you was a dancer.

- Do I know you?

- (Scoffs) What, you don't know?

Dr. Lee sent me over,

you know, to check on things.

- To check on things?

- Yeah. See, they got this hot new snare drummer.

Real good-looking brother

with cornrows.

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