And a one, two, three. Pas de bourree.
And a one, two, three.
Pas de bourree.
You, out! Now!
I beg your pardon?
Please, Miss,
don't.
All right, which way are we facing?
Come on.
And a one, two, three. Pas de bourree.
- Ballet. - What's wrong with ballet?
- "What's wrong with ballet"? - It's perfectly normal.
Perfectly normal?
I used to go to ballet.
See?
Aye, for your nana.
For girls. Not for lads, Billy.
Lads do football or...
boxin' or...
wrestlin'!
Not friggin' ballet!
What lads do wrestlin'?
Don't start, Billy.
I don't see what's wrong with it.
You know perfectly well what's wrong with it. No, I don't.
Yes, you do. No, I don't!
Yes, you bloody well do!
Who do you think l am?
You know quite nicely!
What?
What are you tryin' to say, Dad?
You're askin' for a hidin', son.
No, I'm not. Honest.
You are, Billy. Billy! It's not just poofs, Dad.
Some ballet dancers are as fit as athletes.
What about that Wayne Sleep? He was a ballet dancer.
- Wayne Sleep? - Aye.
Listen, son,
from now on you can forget about the fucking ballet.
You can forget about the fuckin' boxin' as well.
I'm bustin' my ass for those 50 penceÂ’s, and you're-- No!
From now on you stay here and look after your nana. Got that?
Good.