Billy Elliot

He was your mom's favorite,

was Fred Astaire.

We used to watch him

at the Palace Picture House...

...and then dance around the front room

like lunatics.

Marvelous!

Mind, they used to say

I could have been a professional.

Come on, Grandma. Not now.

Grandma!

It's this one here!

Grandma!

It's over here!

Tony?

- Do you ever think about death?

- F*** off!

Night-night, then.

Plenty of boys do ballet, you know.

Do they now? What boys do ballet?

Nobody around here, but plenty of men do.

Poofs.

Not necessarily poofs.

Who, like?

What about that Wayne Sleep?

He's not a poof.

He's as fit as an athlete.

- Bet he couldn't beat Daley Thompson.

- Maybe not in a race, but in stamina.

- Come tomorrow. You can just watch.

- I can't.

Gotta go to boxing, haven't I?

Please yourself, then.

See you around.

Aye. See ya.

Right, lads. Look sharp. Everybody out.

Turn, turn and stop.

One, two, three. One, two, three.

Arms are in fifth.

One, two, three.

Turn, turn and stop.

One, two, three. Where are those arms?

- I don't know what to do.

- Follow the others.

Shut up, Debbie. One, two, three.

Nice pretty arms. And stop.

See? I told you it takes loads of practice.

- Debbie.

- What, Mom?

- What do you call me?

- Miss.

Shove off!

So, do we get the pleasure

of your company next week?

It's just...

...I feel like a right sissy.

Well, don't act like one.

Fifty pence, please.

If you're not coming again,

give us your shoes.

- You're all right.

- Right.

What are you doing,

going around like creeping Jesus?

Naught.

They found your nanna in the Spar stores.

Where have you been?

Boxing. Where do you think?

What are you doing?

- I forgot me gloves.

- They were my dad's gloves.

You better take better care of them, okay?

Copy down that diagram.

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