Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Richard When i invite him out...
Dance, you little twat!
For God's sake.
Whose dress is that?
-What are you talking about? -The boxing, man.
Naught.
What gave you that impression?
You're a bastard!
Oh!
It's just a few bloody commies, stirring things up.
-Do you got to wear a tutu? -Fuck off.
It's Billy.
Don't know. Never really thought about it.
Don't know.
One, and two, and...
-I don't know what to do. -Follow the others.
Give these to Mrs Wilkinson and her dance class when you've finished.
-Ow! -That's what must have happened to her.
I got in.
-You owe me 50 pence. -No, I don't!
Nice pretty arms. And stop.
Where's your confidence? Come on.
Home time. Debbie, get the 50p's.
GARY: We're fucked anyway.
(DOOR CLOSING)
What do you mean?
TONY: Here we go, Dad! Come on, man.
I will have missed telling you off.
Can I ask you, Billy,
Jackie.
It's just, I've got this audition in Newcastle in a couple of weeks.
And, Debbie, eyes front.
So no hanky-panky. Understood?
Thank you, Mr. Braithwaite.
And what good's it gonna do him? You're not taking him away.
Hello.
Maybe you could run away or something.
"Don't Pick On Me 'Cause You Fucked Up Your Own Life!"
and all those other things.
Second, and down.
Billy Elliot from Everington.
I don't know if they're right, Miss.
Miss, I just came to tell you.
I don't know. I haven't even got in yet.
Come on!
Am I fuck. It's a right load of old bollocks.
What're you doing that for?
Here.
You're not even trying!
Hold it! Oi, oi! Here!
It's me mom's.
You bent bastard!
billy elliot
i never made it past Durham
Hello!
Up you get.
He fucking did it
Where are you going?
Don't be silly. He's just under a lot of pressure.
(TONY SHOUTING)
They used to say I could have been a professional dancer
Dad!
(SIGHS)
Express what?
-Was she there? -Yeah.
See you, then.
That's because you're not concentrating.
And three, and four. And, Debbie, straight leg.
-This way? -Yes.
I don't know, son. I never made it past Durham.