Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Who's a big man now?
Bottoms in.
(SPITS)
Liberace, will you give it a rest?
MICHAEL: Billy! Billy!
(STUTTERING) You won't tell anyone, will you?
BILLY: George said we can have another whip-round.
she meets this young prince,
MRS WILKINSON: Four, five, six, seven, eight.
OFFICER: Go on. Get in there! Off you go, mate!
My hands are freezing.
Billy Elliot.
I'm just trying it on.
They teach you that. That's why they're a ballet school.
is forced to be a swan.
Heel out. Drop your hip.
Left arm on the bar. Feet first.
See you down the picket line, Dad.
What's wrong with ballet?
TEACHER: Copy down that diagram. You only have five minutes left.
Have a safe journey home.
Thought you enjoyed it.
Your dad work down the pit, then?
(DOOR CLOSING)
Do you think she'll mind?
(DOOR SLIDES OPEN)
Okay, right, we don't have time for this.
JACKIE: (CRYING) I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
No, not really. No.
Send him round to my house. I'll sharp knock some sense into him.
MAN: Keep away from there, son.
I'll give you the money for the fare.
You all right? What's the matter?
-MAN 1: Felton. -Felton.
What're you doing, man? Hit him!
It's this one here!
-No, I don't. -Yes, you do.
And a one, two, three, pas de bourrée.
Right, now I want you to watch carefully, girls.
-All right then, lads. -(PIANO PLAYING SOFTLY)
GEORGE: How! I'm gonna have a raffle at the welfare.
No, she was just me mom.
They're only meant for lasses.
So then what happens?
Nothing.
(WHISTLE BLOWING)
Where'd you get it?
It's all right, Billy. I heard it from Debbie.
Look, I don't wanna do your stupid fucking audition!
GEORGE: Right, lads. Look sharp. Everybody, out!
Right. All right. Jump up, William.
-Let's see this fucking dancing. -MRS WILKINSON: No.
You're asking for a hiding, Son.
BOY 1: This your first time? BOY 2: Yeah.
Please yourself, then.
He did it He only fuckin did it
(BILLY GIGGLES)
(MUSIC STOPS)
Come on.
Right. Spin it, Mr Braithwaite. Spin it.
GEORGE: Merry Christmas, everybody!
What have I told you about that arm?
MRS WILKINSON: Debbie! It's time for Billy to go home!
TONY: You haven't got it in you. You're finished!
The best of luck, Billy.
MAN 1: What the fuck is he doing, Tony?
MRS WILKINSON: All right, if you must.
Come on. Spin it! Now, focus!
Well, don't just stand there, Elliot!
MAN: Well, in that case,
WOMAN: Can I help you?
When I forgot that she was dead and that.
as the enemy within.