Dad:
Listen, have you noticed anything weird about our Billy lately?
Tony:
What are you after like, a list?
Billy:
Just because I like ballet doesn't mean I'm a poof, you know.
Mrs. Wilkinson:
Find a place on that bloody wall and focus on that spot. Then whip your head 'round and come back to that spot. Prepare!
Mrs. Wilkinson:
Right, Mr. Braithwaite, "The Sun Will Come Out Tomorrow".
[
to herself]
Mrs. Wilkinson:
Fat chance!
Billy:
So what about your mother? Does she have sex?
Debbie:
No, she's unfulfilled. That's why she dances.
Billy:
She dances instead of sex? Your family's weird!
Billy:
I don't want a childhood. I want to be a ballet dancer.
Billy:
All right, all right, don't lose your blob!
Billy:
Miss, you don't fancy me do, do you?
Mrs. Wilkinson:
No, Billy. Funnily enough, I don't. Now piss off!
Billy:
[
smiling] Piss off yourself.
Dad:
I'm bustin' my ass for those 50 pences and you're - look, from now on, you stay here and look out for your Nana. Got that? Good.
Grandma:
They used to say I could have been a professional dancer if I'd had the trainin'!
Dad:
WILL YOU SHUT UP?
Billy:
I hate you! You're a bastard!
Grandma:
I used to go to ballet.
Billy:
See?
Dad:
All right for your Nana, for girls. No, not for lads, Billy. Lads do football... or boxing... or wrestling. Not friggin' ballet.
Mrs. Wilkinson:
Please yourself, darlin'.
Debbie:
If you want, I'll show you me fanny.
Billy:
Nah, I'm all right.
Mr. Braithwaite:
You look like a right wanker to me, son.
Mrs. Wilkinson:
This'll sound strange, Billy, but for some time now I've been thinkin' of the Royal Ballet School.
Billy:
Aren't you a bit old, miss?
Mrs. Wilkinson:
No, not me... you! I'm the bloody teacher!
Billy:
I don't want to do your stupid audition. You only want me to do it for your own benefit!
[
Billy falls to an opponent at boxing]
George:
Jesus Christ, Billy Elliot! You're a disgrace to them gloves, your father, and the traditions of this boxing hall!
[
Billy is dancing while walking]
Dad:
Is that absolutely necessary? Walk normal!
Tony:
You're a ballet dancer, then let's be havin' it!
Billy:
So, what's it like, like?
Dad:
What's what like?
Billy:
London.
Dad:
I don't know, son. I never made it past Durham.
Billy:
Have you never been?
Dad:
Why would I want to go to London?
Billy:
It's the capital city!
Dad:
Well, there are no mines in London.
Billy:
Jesus Christ, is that all you think about?
[
at the theatre]
Tony:
What the bloody hell are you doing here?
Michael (Aged 25):
I wouldn't have missed it for the world.
Michael:
Oi, dancing boy!
[
Billy runs to Michael]
Dad:
We'll miss the bus, Billy!
Tony:
Will you stop being an old fucking woman?
Billy:
Tony, do you ever think about death?
Tony:
Fuck off.
Mrs. Wilkinson:
So. Do we get the pleasure of your company next week?
Billy:
It's just, I feel like a right sissy.
Mrs. Wilkinson:
Well don't act like one. 50p please. And if you're not coming again give us your shoes.
Billy:
[
thinks] No, you're all right.
Mrs. Wilkinson:
Right.
Gary Poulson:
What are you deeing man? This is hand to hand combat not a bloody tea dance!
Debbie:
Dad did it with this woman from work but they don't think I know.
Michael:
So you're going to ballet every week?
Billy:
Aye, but don't say owt.
Michael:
Do you get to wear a tutu?
Billy:
Fuck off, they're only for lasses. I wear me shorts.
Michael:
You ought to ask for a tutu?
Billy:
I'd look a right dickhead.
Michael:
I think you'd look wicked.
Mrs. Wilkinson:
What have I told you about that arm?
Billy:
I think I'm scared, Dad.
Dad:
That's okay, son. We're all scared.
Billy:
Well... if I don't like it, can I still come back?
Dad:
Are you kidding? We've let out your room.
[
straight face then laughter]
Tutor 1:
What does it feel like when you're dancing?
Billy:
Don't know. Sorta feels good. Sorta stiff and that, but once I get going... then I like, forget everything. And... sorta disappear. Sorta disappear. Like I feel a change in my whole body. And I've got this fire in my body. I'm just there. Flyin' like a bird. Like electricity. Yeah, like electricity.
Mrs. Wilkinson:
She must've been a very special woman, your mother.
Billy:
No she was just me mam.
NCB Official:
Can you tell us why you first became interested in ballet?
Billy:
Don't know.
[
pauses]
Billy:
Just was.
NCB Official:
Well was there any particular aspect of the ballet which caught your imagination?
Billy:
The dancin'.
Tony:
Dance you little twat!
Tony:
Have you been playing my records you little twat?
Billy:
I never played nowt.
Tony:
Nob'ed.
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