Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

(BRAKES SCREECHING)
(INDISTINCT)
with your husband that pisses himself?
Look at them gloves, man. They went out with the ark.
Shut up, Debbie! One, two, three. One, two, three.
He's as fit as an athlete.
Extend.
We're finished, Son.
I was gonna say something, but I thought it might be embarrassing.
Gotta go to boxing, haven't I?
And a one, two, three, pas de bourrée.
Where are you from?
One, two, three. One, two, three. Turn, turn, and stop.
JACKIE: We'll miss the bus, Billy.
And one, and two, and three, and four, and five.
Can somebody help me holy crap teammates! (2009)
OFFICER: Keep back!
And, pirouette.
Head down.
He dresses up in your mom's clothes?
Don't.
Seven and eight.
Since Mom died you're nothing but a useless twat.
But I'm banned.
Right. Let's do it again.
I don't see what's wrong with it.
(GIRL GIGGLES)
No, not me. You!
Shut up.
(PANTING)
What the hell's he up to?
I don't know what you are talking about
My dad will kill me if he knows I'm here.
(BRAKES HISS)
What's wrong with ballet?
What about that Wayne Sleep? He was a ballet dancer.
Aye.
Look at him! He's only 11, for fuck's sake!
They're me dad's, these.
What?
This is ridiculous.
The miners. It stands to reason, doesn't it?
I wear me shorts.
(ALL CHANT AGGRESSIVELY)
Why would I want to go to London?
which caught your imagination?
TONY: I'll miss you.
Can't you be a ballet dancer here, like?
Miss, I've got a problem with the audition.
What's what like?
Hold it.
There's always next year.
TONY: Get inside!
With you through everything.
Exactly.
"What qualifications have you got?"
Fuck off!
(BELL RINGS)
Don't start, Billy.
Here.
Debbie, eyes front. Seven and eight.
Why do you need to take lessons?
Like electricity.
Your family's weird.
Aye, see you. Ta-ra.
What're you doing?
Look, fuck off, will you!
GRANDMA: Toast!