Breakin' Page #2

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Listen, I got

to get back to work.

You guys probably

ought to leave...

'cause if Franco comes

in here and sees you...

I'll get in a lot of trouble.

Hey, that dancing's fresh.

- It's what?

- It's bad!

Wait a minute, now.

Hey, Turbo!

Hey! What's up?

You want to waste your time,

do it someplace else...

but don't mess with mine.

- Who are you?

- The name's Tony.

Well, as long as

you're standing there...

you're wasting my time,

and my time ain't cheap...

so I suggest you clear out now.

If you want to take my class...

your name goes

on a waiting list.

If you want to talk to him,

you talk to me.

And who might you be?

Orlando...

choreographer... dancer.

So this bit

of amateur dancing...

that my class was

so privileged to witness...

was your conception.

Come on, man.

Let's get out of here.

Since we're all here...

why don't you show us

what you've got?

- You owe me $7.00, man.

- Yeah? What for?

For teaching you

how to dance, sucker.

Class dismissed.

Don't worry about it.

They ain't nothin'.

Do you know, if we put them

on the streets, we'd burn 'em.

I'm sorry about what happened.

I tried to get them to leave.

Why were they here?

I guess they came to see me.

- You know those guys?

- I just met them once.

Well, I'd keep it that way.

Forget it.

You want to hear the music for

the show I'm choreographing?

- You got it!

- Yeah.

All right! Congratulations.

That's great.

You know, I may seem

tough sometimes...

but there's always a reason.

You know that, don't you?

Yeah, I know.

You know, those street kids

haven't got what it takes.

They're very talented. You

really should see them dance.

It takes more than talent.

You got to be tough.

Now, you...

You've got the talent.

Head up.

Caress me. More passion.

Take the floor. Dance.

Dance... across the floor.

That's it. Now, jump.

Come on, fly.

Feel it! Up.

That's it. Now you got it.

All right, over here.

More emotion. To the mirror.

Feel it. All right,

now turn around.

That's it.

What are you doing?!

Franco, stop!

- Kelly, I just...

- Just get away from me!

Go to hell!

Goddamn it!

I'd like to thank you

for this award.

It's the recognition

of my peers...

that makes all those agonizing

days of teaching Ozone...

everything I know that...

I don't want to stay here

all night. Do you?

Award winners don't push brooms.

Oh, yeah? Why don't you

go out and sweep, man?

Who do you think you are,

anyway... Fred Astaire?

Who?

Just go on and sweep,

knucklehead.

Hey, Turbo, did you

finish sweeping up?

- Yeah.

- You sure?

Yeah. You want to come

see for yourself?

All right, man.

Man, look at this stuff.

Look at that cup

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