Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Po Po Po Po Power with Bearglove
Just you and me.
The dancing.
MAN 1: Paul.
Drop your shoulders.
Both of you!
Shoulders down, long neck.
Ahhh!
Who do you think I am?
and I will have missed seeing you grow.
Twat.
Ballet.
What are you after, like, a list?
Boots off. Seven and eight.
If it was up to me, I'd shut the lot of them down tomorrow.
MAN ON TV: In a speech to Tory MPs yesterday,
Grandma, tea time.
Breathe and stretch.
.
Left hand on the bar.
Because you're a failure!
He doesn't know.
Where are you looking, Susan?
And first.
Dad did it with this woman from work, but they don't think I know.
-(WHISPERS) Sorry, mate. -It's all right, Tony.
which is probably a good thing.
Tony. Tony!
and four, five.
You do. Why don't you bring it along next week?
It's Billy.
Not as much as you might think. Maybe two grand.
What about that Wayne Sleep? He's not a poof.
To my son Billy.
Second, and down.
JACKIE: That's okay, Son. We're all scared.
TONY: Sheila's not got that kind of money. She can't even keep the soup kitchen open.
MRS WILKINSON: If they're special to you, they're right.
Can't smoke on here, mate. These are private buses.
(JACKIE SHRIEKS)
If you just wanna stand round getting the shit kicked out of you,
He did it He fucking did it
You know perfectly well what's wrong with it.
BILLY: Can I put a tape on, Miss?
Yeah.
And a one, two, three, pas de bourrée.
MRS WILKINSON: Step open and balancé, balancé, balancé.
Ow.
-Merry Christmas. -Merry Christmas.
JACKIE: Billy Elliot. We've come for an audition.
Shit!
(SIGHS)
JACKIE: Scabs eat well.
How do I look?
And a happy Christmas to you, too.
Who do you think's better? Fred Astaire or Ginger Rogers?
I'll miss you if you go away.
(SPITS) Tastes like piss.
Give us your hand.
What's a plié?
Is that the lot, then?
(GROANS)
I used to go to ballet.
I haven't seen hide nor hair of your Billy for months.
See? You're a nutter, you.
Not now.
I'm going to let Mrs Wilkinson
Jackie Elliot.
what does it feel like when you're dancing?
Forget about it. You're dreaming. Look at youse.
It's fine. We'll be digging it up again next month.
Arms are in fifth.
Don't be stupid!
Can we have a go of it, Miss?