Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

MRS WILKINSON: Tom.
Go back to sleep.
Go on. Have some.
Especially when I remember her all of a sudden.
Don't know. Never been.
If you're a fucking ballet dancer, then let's be having you.
Christ almighty! What was that?
He did it! He fucking did it!
boxing or
Do you wanna try? You can have one of me mom's.
Grandma! It's over here!
Oi! Dancing boy!
(UPBEAT SONG PLAYING IN HOUSE)
(RHYTHMIC BALLET MUSIC PLAYING)
I forgot me gloves.
and I am proud that you were mine.
(DISTANT SIREN WAILING)
(INAUDIBLE)
Aren't me hands cold?
i want to see your fanny
He is out on strike, isn't he?
You're me best mate.
Look forward, beyond your fingertips.
Listen, Son,
Why don't you come tomorrow?
I don't want a childhood. I want to be a ballet dancer.
Why do they sleep in separate beds?
(SIREN WAILING OUTSIDE)
If you want to piss about with your little mates, that's fine with me.
This is when you go out and find life,
No. By meself.
Fucking great Christmas this has been.
then I forget everything.
George. George. There's somebody in the club.
Durham? Isn't there an amazing cathedral?
Look at yourselves! Look in the mirror!
And this woman, this beautiful woman,
And you are?
He's not doing any more fucking ballet,
and if you go anywhere near him again, I'll smack you one, you middle-class cow!
that's your funeral.
Open, and lift your chest. Right. Let's do it again.
I could have been a professional dancer.
Please. Please.
Scab! Scab! Scab! Scab! Scab! Scab...
Callie?!?!
It was a waste of fucking time!
No. You're all right.
What the bloody hell are you doing here?
There's not much of this coal left.
How tiny?
What have we got here, then?
Not after all this time! Not after everything we've been through!
No. Look, they're not interested in how much ballet you know.
not just in ballet, but in their ordinary academic work.
And five, and six, and seven, and stop. For God's sake.
Lift and breathe.
Hello.
Sort of disappear.
You been playing my records, you little twat!
Thank you, Mr Braithwaite. And...
Right, Mr Braithwaite. The Sun Will Come Out Tomorrow.
(EXHALES)
Come on.