Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

DEBBIE: Get off!
What? Fuck off, will you?
You do realize that all pupils must attain the highest standards,
JACKIE: Yeah, William.
Aye, for your nana.
Shut it!
You're no good to us in jail.
You don't know anything Brandon!
.
Demi-plié, and hold.
TONY: Fuck off!
Doms first day
(SIGHS)
Who doesn't?
Not yet, anyway.
Come on, then. Let's see them.
What are you trying to say, Dad?
Jackie, man. Here.
I suppose so.
Thanks for everything you've done for Billy.
Nobody around here, but plenty of men do.
Miss, you don't fancy me, do you?
Dad. Come on, man. We're gonna be late.
So, when you going there, then?
I'm not waiting for youse.
He did it! He fucking did it!
-What size are you? -BILLY: Miss, what about the keys?
One, lift and reach.
Something useful.
-But you're crap at boxing. -No, I'm not!
GEORGE: Listen, Jackie.
Perfectly normal?
-Prepare. -Prepare.
this is the one thing that will allow her to become a real woman once more.
Sort of feels good.
I'd miss you.
Mr Elliot, are you a fan of the ballet?
He did it! He fucking did it!
She wrote it for when I was 18, but I opened it.
What the fuck are you looking at?
I'm just there, flying.
We've let out your room.
and the pressure of all of this caused the plants and trees to change into coal.
(BUTTON CLICKS)
You know, join a dancing troupe.
Come on!
GEORGE: Listen, Jackie.
MICHAEL: Dance!
Merry Christmas.
Nah. You're all right.
It's not even enough for the bed and breakfast, man.
You better take better care of them, okay?
In time, Debbie, please.
(MICHAEL CLAPPING)
If it was just the 50 pence a session, you know,
JACKIE: Your 50 pence is on the fridge.
(COMICAL MUSIC PLAYING ON TV)
I don't know why you're looking at that.
-I'm good at it. -You're shite.
He couldn't. What about our Tony?
Can you tell Billy Elliot that his family's here?
(BOTH LAUGHING)
Hello?
ALL: Scab! Scab!
You can't take that out on a junior ticket.
You've got to do better than that.
(GRUNTING ANGRILY)
Mom would've let you.
(FAINT MUSIC THROUGH HEADPHONES)
Tony Elliot, George Brunton,
Reach out.
And a one, two, three, and a turn.
It will have been a long time,