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And eight, and hold.

You can't do this! Not now!

And he's called Norman. (LAUGHS)

I think you'd look wicked.

You've gotta start training from when you're young.

And anyway, what do you know about it?

You're not even trying.

(GIRLS GIGGLING AND CHATTERING)

And one, two, three, four,

Port de bras forward.

MAN: I beg your pardon?

I should get the fucking Social on to you.

Please. Please, don't do this to me. Dad, we'll find him some money.

(ALL WHISPERING)

I'd look a right dickhead.

I've been doing this for two years now.

What do you call me?

You won't ask for a tutu?

I think you're good enough to go for it.

We couldn't afford it.

He never knows how much is there.

What are you doing?

You're the same as everybody else. All you want is to tell me what to do.

Now, because they're using downstairs as a soup kitchen for the striking miners,

DEBBIE: He's been made redundant.

Why do you think? To get better, you divvy.

...this kangaroo, he's walking away over it, right?

Port de bras forward, and up.

Just 'cause I like ballet

-You can just watch. -I can't.

WOMAN: Just one last question.

She must've been a very special woman, your mother.

You, get back to bed!

(GRUNTING ANGRILY)

Do you miss your mom, then?

Mom would've let us.

Well, glad to see you've come to your senses.

The speech comes following several months of violent clashes

Prepare. One, two. And one, and two...

-if I'd had the training. -Will you shut up?

No, Billy. Funnily enough, I don't. Now, piss off.

This'll sound strange, Billy, but for some time now

MRS WILKINSON: Into the centre.

Elliot, you're late.

So we could do it private-like?

(JACKIE CLEARS THROAT)

Billy, punch bag.

Don't you dare talk to me like that!

They hold auditions in Newcastle.

we shall let you know in due course.

I'll handle this myself.

(BUS ENGINE STARTS)

I always will be.

First I knew about it. He's never got the gloves off.

JACKIE: They're already after you, for fuck's sake.

You'll have no problem, man. Fingers crossed.

I think we better go inside.

BILLY: What are they for?