Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Hold it.
And a one, two, three, pas de bourrée.
I changed me mind.
Miss? Miss, the keys.
Yes, well, just a few questions, then. Billy,
(JACKIE SHRIEKS)
WOMAN: You mean William Elliot?
(DOORBELL RINGS)
(BILLY SIGHS)
I think you shouldn't bother.
I'd never be good enough. I hardly know aught.
Do you have a piece prepared?
He did it he fucking did it
Shorty. You.
Then whip your head round, and come back to that spot. Prepare.
Yes, I am concentrating.
Get off!
Hurry up, Dad, man. We'll be late.
MAN 2: Just get him out of here, Tony.
Sounds crap.
What are you doing?
(GIRLS CHATTERING)
(CAPTIVATING CLASSICAL MUSIC PLAYING)
Like I feel a change in me whole body.
JACKIE: What are you doing, going around here like creeping Jesus?
-But there's a good chance the council's... -Two grand?
and four, and five,
BILLY: I think I'm scared, Dad.
Lift and stretch.
Well, was there any particular aspect of the ballet
What's going on?
You haven't been practicing.
That's what Mom says. I think it's because he drinks too much.
Well, put it back.
(DOOR CLOSES)
good luck with the strike.
Don't be so stupid.
Maybe not in a race, but in stamina.
Blob?
London.
Dear Billy.
It's just... I feel like a right sissy.
You've got to be joking, love.
I'm not doing it for the money, Billy.
And first. Carry on. Fifth.
Got enough food there, scab?
I'll take it.
-What for? -To go to ballet school.
Of course.
Your dad?
And one, two, three, four, five, six, seven...
If they had a ballot, they'd be back tomorrow.
Look, Billy...
It's sort of stiff and that, but once I get going,
Shut it, Billy. She's dead.
Yeah, but don't tell.
Aren't you a bit old, Miss?
from now on you can forget about the fucking ballet.
You look like a right wanker to me, son.
No!
I'm not having any brother of mine running around like a right twat for your gratification.
(SIGHS DEEPLY)
Fucking scrabbling round for 50 pences.
Is that absolutely necessary? Walk normal, will you?
(INAUDIBLE)
(UPBEAT SONG PLAYING)
What about your mom? Does she not have sex?
You say he can dance. Well, go on, then.
That's a bit steep.
Do it again.
(SIREN APPROACHING)
They are, though. They're mental.
Nothing. Just warming your hands up.
FOREMAN: Surname.
Okay, then.
(CAR HORN HONKING)