Billy Elliot the Musical Live Page #2

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What he lacks is a kick up the arse!

Look at the state of this!

Howay, man. Jackie.

- Oh, no.

- Breakfast!

Good morning, everyone.

What's good about it?

They've purloined me bloody pasty.

- Get off!

- Right, bugger off!

The lot of you!

You're eating me out of house and home.

Oi, the police are bussing

the scabs in early. Come on!

Sh*t!

- Maggie, Maggie, Maggie!

- Out, out, out!

- Maggie, Maggie, Maggie!

- Out, out, out!

Billy, your 50p's on the side.

Arthur Scargill

We'll support you ever more!

We'll support you ever more!

If I were you, Big Davy,

I wouldn't eat that.

- Hello, Grandma.

- Hello, son.

Grandma, I found this

in the airing cupboard.

What the hell is that?

It's your pasty.

Oh!

Thank the Lord.

I thought they'd eaten it.

Nobody'd eat that, Grandma. It's mank.

You lot have it too bloody easy.

I can remember the General Strike...

- Grandma!

- Hmm.

You'll make yourself ill.

Look, it's got mould on it.

- You're driving me mental.

- Oh.

Anyway, how come

you can remember the General Strike,

but you can't remember

where you hid your pasty?

Mmm.

- Ugh!

- Grandma!

It's absolutely disgusting.

Where are you going now?

I've got a nice sausage

roll on the landing.

Oi, little 'un.

- What have I told you about the bottles?

- Sorry, Mum.

- You're gonna be late.

- Mum...

- Have you got your 50p?

- Dad gave it to us.

- Have you got your trainers?

- Yeah. No.

- They'll be in your bedroom.

- No, they're not.

- Billy!

- I'm absolutely positive they're not.

Found 'em!

You'd forget your head if it was loose.

I think Grandma must have moved 'em.

Mum?

Mum?

Come on, get them knees up,

you lazy little buggers.

This is a boxing club, not Butlins.

Right, drop down there and give us 20.

Bloody hell!

Oh, no!

What bloody time do you call this,

for Christ's sake?

Go on, get changed now.

Do I have to?

Of course you bloody have to.

You haven't done any boxing yet.

But it's nearly finished.

- Get changed or I'll knock your block off!

- Ow!

Jesus!

Jesus!

Jesus!

Do you call them press-ups,

you lazy little twat?

I've seen more life in

Maggie Thatcher's knickers.

Right, yous lot, piss off.

- Oi!

- Ow!

Where do you think you're going?

I'm pissing off.

You're pissing me off.

You can bloody well stay where you are

and fight Joe Bugner there.

I think you've knocked a tooth out.

Serves you right. Over here now!

Oi, Michael!

But I need the toilet, sir.

It's not my fault I'm late.

I had to see to me Nana.

I'll see to your bleeding Nana in a minute.

Do you think I do these classes

for the good of me health?

It's half 11:
00, for Christ's sake.

Anyone would think you didn't like boxing.

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