Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

GEORGE: Right, lads. Look sharp. Everybody, out!
It's all right, Billy. I heard it from Debbie.
Right, now I want you to watch carefully, girls.
(DOOR SLIDES OPEN)
BOY 1: This your first time? BOY 2: Yeah.
What're you doing, man? Hit him!
No, she was just me mom.
Send him round to my house. I'll sharp knock some sense into him.
Heel out. Drop your hip.
GEORGE: How! I'm gonna have a raffle at the welfare.
-All right then, lads. -(PIANO PLAYING SOFTLY)
What's wrong with ballet?
And a one, two, three, pas de bourrée.
What have I told you about that arm?
MRS WILKINSON: All right, if you must.
she meets this young prince,
So then what happens?
It's this one here!
Well, don't just stand there, Elliot!
Look, I don't wanna do your stupid fucking audition!
(DOOR CLOSING)
WOMAN: Can I help you?
(SPITS)
I'll give you the money for the fare.
Nothing.
Come on. Spin it! Now, focus!
Right. Spin it, Mr Braithwaite. Spin it.
BILLY: George said we can have another whip-round.
MICHAEL: Billy! Billy!
Billy Elliot.
Thought you enjoyed it.
TEACHER: Copy down that diagram. You only have five minutes left.
Where'd you get it?
See you down the picket line, Dad.
Do you think she'll mind?
MRS WILKINSON: Debbie! It's time for Billy to go home!
No, not really. No.
MAN: Keep away from there, son.
-Let's see this fucking dancing. -MRS WILKINSON: No.
Please yourself, then.
-MAN 1: Felton. -Felton.
When I forgot that she was dead and that.
Bottoms in.
He did it He only fuckin did it
They teach you that. That's why they're a ballet school.
You all right? What's the matter?
Left arm on the bar. Feet first.
(WHISTLE BLOWING)
I'm just trying it on.
The best of luck, Billy.
-No, I don't. -Yes, you do.
Liberace, will you give it a rest?
MAN: Well, in that case,
They're only meant for lasses.
Come on.
GEORGE: Merry Christmas, everybody!
Who's a big man now?
MAN 1: What the fuck is he doing, Tony?
as the enemy within.
(MUSIC STOPS)
You're asking for a hiding, Son.
is forced to be a swan.
MRS WILKINSON: Four, five, six, seven, eight.
(BILLY GIGGLES)
Your dad work down the pit, then?
Right. All right. Jump up, William.
(STUTTERING) You won't tell anyone, will you?
TONY: You haven't got it in you. You're finished!
My hands are freezing.
JACKIE: (CRYING) I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
Have a safe journey home.
OFFICER: Go on. Get in there! Off you go, mate!
Okay, right, we don't have time for this.