Billy Elliot
2000
Dad: Listen, have you noticed anything weird about our Billy lately? Tony Elliot: 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) 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 Wilkinson: If you want, I'll show you me fanny. Billy Elliot: 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) Jackie Elliot: 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? Jackie Elliot: What's what like? Billy: London. Jackie Elliot: I don't know, son. I never made it past Durham. Billy: Have you never been? Jackie Elliot: Why would I want to go to London? Billy: It's the capital city! Jackie Elliot: 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 Elliot: Tony, do you ever think about death? Tony Elliot: Fuck off.
Mrs Wilkinson: So. Do we get the pleasure of your company next week? Billy: It's just, I feel like a right cissy. 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 alright. 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. Jackie Elliot: That's okay, son. We're all scared. Billy: Well... if I don't like it, can I still come back? Jackie Elliot: 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' ike a bird. Like electricity. Yeah, like electricity.