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I thought he was gonna hit me or something.

Leave it, Billy.

He might be quite pleased about it. He could rent your room out.

Night-night, then.

(CLASSICAL MUSIC PLAYING)

Look, it was just...

It's how you move and how you express yourself that's important.

You are, Billy. Billy!

Please yourself, darling.

It's a load of shite, kicking people in.

MAN 3: Away. Leave it. Go on. Leave it.

Can I help you?

Dad, you can't go back! Not now!

You are completely behind Billy.

And a one, two, three, pas de bourrée.

First rule of a union, Gary. You never cross a picket line.

Lift. Feel the music. Feel it.

-See you, then. -TONY: Wait. Your breakfast...

Have you never been, like?

I wouldn't have missed it for the world.

And she realizes,

See you around.

TONY: Thanks, pet.

(CAR ENGINE TURNS OFF)

You're not concentrating.

I love you forever.

(MR BRAITHWAITE PLAYING SLOW MUSIC ON PIANO)

I don't plan on getting caught.

'disgrace to them gloves'

That's a bit steep.

He's always pissed. Once he pissed himself.

Anyway, I don't know why you bother.

MAN: Jackie, have you not heard, man?

Durham's little Gene Kelly.

You go to ballet every week?

I am concentrating.

JACKIE: What's going on?

Get back in there! Don't be so stupid!

(JACKIE SNIFFLES)

And I'm gonna organize a concert.

MEN: (CHANTING) Scab! Scab! Scab! Scab! Scab! Scab!

He promises to marry her and then goes off with someone else, of course.

(CROWD SINGING)

What do you reckon?

If Dad knew you smoked that stuff, he'd go mental.

BILLY: I'll see you, Debbie.

Miss, I can't do it.

Scab! Scab! Scab!

It's for wee Billy! He may be a fucking genius for all we know!

Because the prince didn't love her?

For girls. Not for lads, Billy.

All right, don't lose your blob.

MRS WILKINSON: Turn, turn, and stop. One, two, three. One, two, three.

You only want me to do it for your own benefit!

Thank you, Mr Braithwaite. Step open. Open your arms. Do it.

But what about Dad?

No child can succeed without the 100% support of the family.

One, two, three. One, two, three. Where are those arms?

Well, don't act like one. Fifty p, please.

Will you stop being an old fucking woman?

I haven't come here to defend meself.

And one, and two, and three,

I'm warning you.

(MICHAEL SINGING CHRISTMAS SONG)