Right, lads. Listen up here.
Hold it! Oi, oi! Here!
Now, because they're using downstairs...
as a soup kitchen for the strikin' miners,
I'm going to let Mrs. Wilkinson...
use the bottom end of the boxin' hall for her ballet lessons.
So no hanky-panky. Understood?
Yes. Elliot, you're late.
Get changed and get in here.
All right then, lads.
Give it all you got! Round one.
Well, don't just stand there, Elliot!
Oh, no! Not again!
This is man-to-man-combat, not a bloody tea dance.
What're you doin', man? Hit him!
Greavesy, he's pissin' about. Get stuck in and give him a belt.
- He's like a fanny in a fit. - Billy, hit him!
Jesus Christ, Billy Elliot!
You're a disgrace to them gloves, your father...
and the traditions of this boxin' hall.
You owe us 50 pence.
Ho! Liberace, will you give it a rest?
Billy, punch bag.