George: (to the boxing class) I'm going to let Mrs. Wilkinson use the bottom end of the boxing hall for her ballet lessons. So no hanky-panky, understood?
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: 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.
Debbie: Dad did it with this woman from work but they don't think I know.
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!
Tony: You're a ballet dancer, then let's be havin' it!
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: My hands are freezing.
Michael: 'Gizzem here.
Billy: (Michael takes his hands and puts them in his jacket) What are you doing?
Michael: Nothin'. Just warmin' your hands up.
Billy: (pause) You're not a poof or owt?
Michael: (deadpan) What gave you that impression?
Billy: Aren't me hands cold?
Michael: I quite like it.
(kisses Billy on the cheek; they stare at each other)
Billy: Just because I like ballet, doesn't mean I'm a poof, you know.
Michael: You won't tell anyone, will you?
Billy: (pauses, then grins) Come on.
Michael: (stares after him longingly)
Tony: Have you been playing my records you little twat?
Billy: I never played nowt.
Billy: I don't want a childhood. I want to be a ballet dancer.
Billy: Just because I like ballet doesn't mean I'm a poof, you know.
Billy: All right, all right, don't lose your blob!
Billy: Tony, do you ever think about death?
Tony: Fuck off.
Michael: Oi! Dancing boy!
Dad: (Billy turns around and starts running to him) We'll miss the bus, Billy!
Tony: Can you stop being an old fucking woman?
Billy: (approaches Michael, then after a moment, kisses him on the cheek) See you then.
(smiles and runs off)
(at the theatre)
Tony: What the bloody hell are you doing here?
Michael (Aged 25): I wouldn't have missed it for the world.
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