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: Just because I like ballet doesn't mean I'm a poof, you know.
: 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!
: I don't want a childhood. I want to be a ballet dancer.
: All right, all right, don't lose your blob!
: Miss, you don't fancy me do, do you? Mrs. Wilkinson
: No, Billy. Funnily enough, I don't. Now piss off! Billy
] Piss off yourself.
: 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!
: 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.
: If you want, I'll show you me fanny. Billy
: Nah, I'm all right.
: 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!
: I don't want to do your stupid fucking audition! You only want me to do it for your own benefit!
: So, what's it like, like? Dad
: What's what like? Billy
: London. Dad
: I don't know, son. I never made it past Durham. Billy
: Have you never been? Dad
: Why would I want to go to London? Billy
: It's the capital city! Dad
: Well, there are no mines in London. Billy
: Jesus Christ, is that all you think about?
: Tony, do you ever think about death? Tony
: Fuck off.
: So. Do we get the pleasure of your company next week? Billy
: It's just, I feel like a right sissy. Mrs. Wilkinson
: Well don't act like one. 50p please. And if you're not coming again give us your shoes. Billy
] No, you're all right. Mrs. Wilkinson
: 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.
: I think I'm scared, Dad. Dad
: That's okay, son. We're all scared. Billy
: Well... if I don't like it, can I still come back? Dad
: Are you kidding? We've let out your room.
[straight face then laughter
: 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' like a bird. Like electricity. Yeah, like electricity.
: She must've been a very special woman, your mother. Billy
: No she was just me mam.
: Can you tell us why you first became interested in ballet? Billy
: Don't know.
: Just was. NCB Official
: Well was there any particular aspect of the ballet which caught your imagination? Billy
: The dancin'.
: Have you been playing my records you little twat? Billy
: I never played nowt. Tony
: 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
] You're not a poof or owt? Michael
] 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
: 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
: 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