Billy Elliot

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".

Mrs. Wilkinson:
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!

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:
I've thought of auditioning for the Royal Ballet School.

Billy:
Aren't you a bit old Miss?

Mrs. Wilkinson:
Not me, you!

Billy:
I don't want to do your stupid audition. You only want me to do it for your own benefit!

George:
Jesus Christ, Billy Elliot! You're a disgrace to them gloves, your father, and the traditions of this boxing hall!

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.

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!

Dad:
We'll miss the bus, Billy!

Tony:
Will you stop being an old f***ing woman?

Billy Elliot:
Tony, do you ever think about death?

Tony Elliot:
F*** off.

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:
F*** off, they're only for lasses. I wear me shorts.

Michael:
You ought to ask for a tutu?

Billy:
I'd look a right d*ckhead.

Michael:
I think you'd look wicked.

Mrs. Wilkinson:
What have I told you about that arm?

billy:
i dont want to do ballet