Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

For fuck's sake, Dad! You can't do this, man!
Thank you, Mr Braithwaite. Step really open!
Always be yourself.
Christ. Is that all you think about?
Don't really miss her as such. It's more like just feeling sad.
You don't know anything! What do you know in your posh house
Come on. It's time to go.
He won't grow up to race whippets, or grow leeks, or piss his wages up the wall!
'Cause he's unhappy and that. 'Cause they sleep in separate beds.
Fucking hell. Are you not going to tell him?
Thank you, Mr Braithwaite.
Fuck you.
GEORGE: The lads will always dip into their buckets if we ask them.
And one, and two, and three,
It's not his fault, Miss.
Tom, don't.
Well, maybe it's all for the best.
Hurry up.
It's all right for you. It's not you who has to do it!
(DOOR OPENS)
-Me dad's got loads in the kitchen. -Won't he notice?
He's been with me...
Pretty arms.
What lads do wrestling?
If you want i'll show u me fanny
And,
We'll find it for him.
(GARGLES)
A tutu.
I realize we shall have to consider this very seriously,
Dont loose your BLOB
No, they're not.
It's not just poofs, Dad.
(UPBEAT MUSIC PLAYS)
Back, and one.
Won't we get in trouble?
IF YOU WANT I'LL SHOW YOU ME FANNY
(DOOR CLOSES)
are absolute prerequisites for any pupil in this school.
Right. Class dismissed.
You gonna stop me?
I wouldn't exactly say I was an expert.
Mind, they used to say I could've been a professional.
Get up.
Shit.
He stopped you coming to classes.
TONY: Let's go home, Dad.
I never played naught.
Stretch, and one.
Excuse me.
Does he drink too much, like?
-Have you heard anything yet? -Not yet.
It's only a ghost story.
-Nah. -And up.
and she has told us of your personal circumstances.
See?
And down.
You don't even have a proper dancing school!
TEACHER: So, gradually, over hundreds of thousands of years...
Do they not have sex, like?
Billy, do you not fancy us, like?
So what's it like, like?
I could've been a professional dancer
JACKIE: I'll take it.
-I'll miss you, Miss. -No, you won't.
-Colin Woodward. -10:10.
Don't know.
Audition?
Mr Elliot,
Prepare.
Billy, your family are here.
It's me, Michael. Remember?
six, seven, eight.
You'd have to move with your Tony and everybody?
Oh, God.
But please know that I was always there.