Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

And I am proud to have known you,
You weren't thinking of taking it with you?
Piss off yourself.
He dances all the time. Every night after school.
wrestling!
Or a member of the management team.
See you.
Can't.
What? Can't hear you.
(CROWD CHEERING)
(SIRENS WAILING)
Hurry. This way.
(JABBERS QUIETLY)
Like there's fire in me body.
No, she's unfulfilled. That's why she does dancing.
Well, if I don't like it, can I still come back?
I'm the bloody teacher.
-Kerner. -Kerner.
Shove off.
Little one.
Right. Back to the bar, girls. And again. Thank you.
What's that?
Tomorrow morning.
Keep going, girls!
Fifth. Second.
Well, for all we know, you could be some fucking nutter.
Aye, aye.
I've been in a fucking cell all night,
You can forget about the fucking boxing, as well.
So, do we get the pleasure of your company next week?
Port de bras forward,
You, out! Now!
I could teach you on your own, if you want.
Are you not?
With you through everything.
ALL: Scab! Scab! Scab! Scab! Scab! Scab!
Dad.
-Gary Cummings. -What's the time?
What're you doing?
It's Billy. Billy Elliot.
It's me.
Let's face it. They haven't got a leg to stand on.
Michael Caffrey, if you have got something to say,
MRS WILKINSON: To give us some ideas for a dance.
MICHAEL: Come on.
From now on, you stay here and look after your nana. Got it?
Tony, do you ever think about death?
(INAUDIBLE)
Po Po Po Po Power with Bearglove
-Why don't you join in? -MRS WILKINSON: Port de bras forward.
sort of disappear.
Dad! Dad, for fuck's sake!
(SIGHS)
-Billy. -Please, Miss.
Come on.
FOREMAN: Hey, fellow. Name. You.
Bet he couldn't beat Daley Thompson.
We found your nana in the Spar stores. Where have you been?
Fuck off!
(BUS HORN HONKING)
GEORGE: All them 50 pences.
Such displays of violence cannot be tolerated under any circumstances.
I know I must seem like a distant memory to you,
I quite like it.
(SOBBING)
Two, three, and four.
(GRUNTING)
Must be hard for the family, being out on strike.
Some ballet dancers are as fit as athletes.
No, I'm perfectly serious.
GEORGE: Right, lads. Listen up here.
-What? Thorpe. -MAN 2: Thorpe.