Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

What have we got here, then?
You're me best mate.
Especially when I remember her all of a sudden.
He's not doing any more fucking ballet,
No. Look, they're not interested in how much ballet you know.
He did it! He fucking did it!
What the bloody hell are you doing here?
not just in ballet, but in their ordinary academic work.
I could have been a professional dancer.
And five, and six, and seven, and stop. For God's sake.
And you are?
No. You're all right.
You been playing my records, you little twat!
(EXHALES)
Hello.
Durham? Isn't there an amazing cathedral?
Fucking great Christmas this has been.
Aren't me hands cold?
George. George. There's somebody in the club.
If you're a fucking ballet dancer, then let's be having you.
Sort of disappear.
This is when you go out and find life,
Don't know. Never been.
Open, and lift your chest. Right. Let's do it again.
I forgot me gloves.
and if you go anywhere near him again, I'll smack you one, you middle-class cow!
(INAUDIBLE)
Lift and breathe.
No. By meself.
(RHYTHMIC BALLET MUSIC PLAYING)
How tiny?
It was a waste of fucking time!
He is out on strike, isn't he?
Callie?!?!
Go back to sleep.
Go on. Have some.
Right, Mr Braithwaite. The Sun Will Come Out Tomorrow.
MRS WILKINSON: Tom.
and I am proud that you were mine.
Please. Please.
(DISTANT SIREN WAILING)
Look forward, beyond your fingertips.
that's your funeral.
There's not much of this coal left.
Scab! Scab! Scab! Scab! Scab! Scab...
then I forget everything.
Come on.
Christ almighty! What was that?
boxing or
i want to see your fanny
Grandma! It's over here!
Look at yourselves! Look in the mirror!
(SIREN WAILING OUTSIDE)
Listen, Son,
And this woman, this beautiful woman,
Oi! Dancing boy!
I don't want a childhood. I want to be a ballet dancer.
Why don't you come tomorrow?
Do you wanna try? You can have one of me mom's.
Not after all this time! Not after everything we've been through!
If you want to piss about with your little mates, that's fine with me.
Why do they sleep in separate beds?
Thank you, Mr Braithwaite. And...
(UPBEAT SONG PLAYING IN HOUSE)