Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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