Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Don't start, Billy.
The miners. It stands to reason, doesn't it?
Can somebody help me holy crap teammates! (2009)
(BRAKES SCREECHING)
Exactly.
I wear me shorts.
Don't.
Like electricity.
Head down.
What about that Wayne Sleep? He was a ballet dancer.
TONY: Get inside!
And one, and two, and three, and four, and five.
(PANTING)
We're finished, Son.
(BELL RINGS)
Hold it.
Debbie, eyes front. Seven and eight.
TONY: I'll miss you.
Your family's weird.
What?
But I'm banned.
Gotta go to boxing, haven't I?
There's always next year.
with your husband that pisses himself?
What's what like?
(BRAKES HISS)
Look at them gloves, man. They went out with the ark.
Why would I want to go to London?
Seven and eight.
No, not me. You!
Since Mom died you're nothing but a useless twat.
What're you doing?
Aye, see you. Ta-ra.
Here.
Look, fuck off, will you!
Extend.
"What qualifications have you got?"
Aye.
What the hell's he up to?
This is ridiculous.
which caught your imagination?
And a one, two, three, pas de bourrée.
They're me dad's, these.
Where are you from?
What's wrong with ballet?
(ALL CHANT AGGRESSIVELY)
He dresses up in your mom's clothes?
Shut up.
And, pirouette.
JACKIE: We'll miss the bus, Billy.
(INDISTINCT)
My dad will kill me if he knows I'm here.
He's as fit as an athlete.
Why do you need to take lessons?
Can't you be a ballet dancer here, like?
GRANDMA: Toast!
I don't know what you are talking about
I don't see what's wrong with it.
(GIRL GIGGLES)
With you through everything.
I was gonna say something, but I thought it might be embarrassing.
Look at him! He's only 11, for fuck's sake!
Fuck off!
OFFICER: Keep back!
Miss, I've got a problem with the audition.
Right. Let's do it again.
One, two, three. One, two, three. Turn, turn, and stop.
Shut up, Debbie! One, two, three. One, two, three.