Billy Elliot
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:05:03
Leave it, Billy.
:05:09
Mam would've let us.
:05:34
Your 50 pence
is on the fridge.

:05:56
Scab! Scab! Scab!
Scab! Scab! Scab!

:06:01
Scab! Scab! Scab!
:06:14
Are you sure
you're not going to come?

:06:17
Am I fuck.
It's a load of bollocks.

:06:19
No, it's not.
It's a load of shite,
kicking people in.

:06:23
Anyway, I don't know
why you bother.

:06:25
- I'm good at it.
-Are you shite? Them gloves--
They went out with the ark.

:06:28
- They're me dad's, these.
- Exactly.

:06:35
Right, lads.
Listen up here.

:06:37
Hold it!
Oi, oi! Here!

:06:41
Now, because
they're using downstairs...

:06:43
as a soup kitchen
for the striking miners,

:06:46
I'm going to let
Mrs. Wilkinson...

:06:49
use the bottom end
of the boxing hall
for her ballet lessons.

:06:52
So no hanky-panky.
Understood?

:06:55
Yes.
Elliot, you're late.

:06:58
Get changed
and get in here.


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