Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

It's just a few bloody commies, stirring things up.
Where's your confidence? Come on.
Don't know.
Naught.
What do you mean?
Can I ask you, Billy,
(TONY SHOUTING)
Oh!
I don't know. I haven't even got in yet.
TONY: Here we go, Dad! Come on, man.
Up you get.
Don't know. Never really thought about it.
So no hanky-panky. Understood?
And three, and four. And, Debbie, straight leg.
For God's sake.
What gave you that impression?
It's me mom's.
It's just, I've got this audition in Newcastle in a couple of weeks.
Hello!
You're not even trying!
That's because you're not concentrating.
Where are you going?
Dance, you little twat!
and all those other things.
Here.
And, Debbie, eyes front.
(DOOR CLOSING)
Hold it! Oi, oi! Here!
He fucking did it
Hello.
Billy Elliot from Everington.
-Was she there? -Yeah.
Express what?
"Don't Pick On Me 'Cause You Fucked Up Your Own Life!"
I don't know if they're right, Miss.
Second, and down.
Don't be silly. He's just under a lot of pressure.
See you, then.
I don't know, son. I never made it past Durham.
Thank you, Mr. Braithwaite.
Dad!
-This way? -Yes.
Am I fuck. It's a right load of old bollocks.
-Do you got to wear a tutu? -Fuck off.
(SIGHS)
-What are you talking about? -The boxing, man.
Whose dress is that?
Come on!
billy elliot
i never made it past Durham
Richard When i invite him out...
GARY: We're fucked anyway.
-You owe me 50 pence. -No, I don't!
You're a bastard!
What're you doing that for?
I got in.
Give these to Mrs Wilkinson and her dance class when you've finished.
Miss, I just came to tell you.
-I don't know what to do. -Follow the others.
One, and two, and...
It's Billy.
And what good's it gonna do him? You're not taking him away.
They used to say I could have been a professional dancer
You bent bastard!
-Ow! -That's what must have happened to her.
I will have missed telling you off.
Maybe you could run away or something.
Jackie.
Home time. Debbie, get the 50p's.
Nice pretty arms. And stop.