Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Maybe not in a race, but in stamina.
Get off!
Dear Billy.
It's sort of stiff and that, but once I get going,
Blob?
What's going on?
I think you shouldn't bother.
Then whip your head round, and come back to that spot. Prepare.
WOMAN: You mean William Elliot?
Look, Billy...
MAN 2: Just get him out of here, Tony.
You've got to be joking, love.
and four, and five,
I changed me mind.
Nothing. Just warming your hands up.
(SIGHS DEEPLY)
(INAUDIBLE)
What about your mom? Does she not have sex?
Lift and stretch.
FOREMAN: Surname.
JACKIE: What are you doing, going around here like creeping Jesus?
If they had a ballot, they'd be back tomorrow.
(DOORBELL RINGS)
I'll take it.
They are, though. They're mental.
And a one, two, three, pas de bourrée.
And one, two, three, four, five, six, seven...
No!
That's what Mom says. I think it's because he drinks too much.
He did it he fucking did it
Yeah, but don't tell.
Well, put it back.
And first. Carry on. Fifth.
Your dad?
Okay, then.
It's just... I feel like a right sissy.
(SIREN APPROACHING)
You say he can dance. Well, go on, then.
That's a bit steep.
I'm not having any brother of mine running around like a right twat for your gratification.
(GIRLS CHATTERING)
Do you have a piece prepared?
good luck with the strike.
You haven't been practicing.
I'm not doing it for the money, Billy.
Yes, well, just a few questions, then. Billy,
Don't be so stupid.
Like I feel a change in me whole body.
Got enough food there, scab?
Shorty. You.
I'd never be good enough. I hardly know aught.
Of course.
(DOOR CLOSES)
Hurry up, Dad, man. We'll be late.
-What for? -To go to ballet school.
(CAR HORN HONKING)
Fucking scrabbling round for 50 pences.
(BILLY SIGHS)
Is that absolutely necessary? Walk normal, will you?
Do it again.
Well, was there any particular aspect of the ballet
Miss? Miss, the keys.
Aren't you a bit old, Miss?
You look like a right wanker to me, son.
Shut it, Billy. She's dead.
Sounds crap.
(CAPTIVATING CLASSICAL MUSIC PLAYING)
What are you doing?
BILLY: I think I'm scared, Dad.
(JACKIE SHRIEKS)
from now on you can forget about the fucking ballet.
Hold it.
(UPBEAT SONG PLAYING)
London.
-But there's a good chance the council's... -Two grand?
Yes, I am concentrating.