Dad: Listen, have you noticed anything weird about our Billy lately?

Tony: 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".

[to herself]

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!
Billy: Miss, you don't fancy me do, do you?

Mrs. Wilkinson: No, Billy. Funnily enough, I don't. Now piss off!

Billy: [smiling] Piss off yourself.
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: If you want, I'll show you me fanny.

Billy: Nah. You're all right.
Mr. Braithwaite: You look like a right wanker to me, son.
Mrs. Wilkinson: 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!
Billy: I don't want to do your stupid fucking audition! You only want me to do it for your own benefit!
[Billy falls to an opponent at boxing]

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

Dad: 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?

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?
[at the theatre]

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!

[Billy runs to Michael]

Dad: We'll miss the bus, Billy!

Tony: Will you stop being an old fucking woman?
Billy: Tony, do you ever think about death?

Tony: Fuck off.
Mrs. Wilkinson: 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: [thinks] No, you're all right.

Mrs. Wilkinson: Right.
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: 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.
Mrs. Wilkinson: What have I told you about that arm?
Billy: 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]
Tutor 1: 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.
Mrs. Wilkinson: She must've been a very special woman, your mother.

Billy: No she was just me mam.
NCB Official: Can you tell us why you first became interested in ballet?

Billy: Don't know.

[pauses]

Billy: Just was.

NCB Official: Well was there any particular aspect of the ballet which caught your imagination?

Billy: The dancin'.
Tony: Dance you little twat!
Tony: Have you been playing my records you little twat?

Billy: I never played nowt.

Tony: Nob'ed.
George: [to the boxing class] I'm going to let Mrs. Wilkinson use the bottom end of the boxing hall for her ballet lessons. So no hanky-panky, understood?
Billy: 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: [pause] You're not a poof or owt?

Michael: [deadpan] 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]

Billy: 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]
Michael: 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]

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Billy Elliot short comments

Adrianna 2022-04-24 07:01:05

I finally watched the original version of the movie, which made up for the regret that I couldn't see the expressions in the theater, but the musical was even more shocking in the aura, and the singing and dancing were very inspiring.
Trisha 2021-11-16 08:01:28

Excellent integration of social issues drama and growth ethics drama. It is better to chop off the director because it is superfluous. There are almost no women’s movies, and the emotions between men are tears. An inspirational emphasis on realism and restraint.