Jamie Bell credited as playing...
Billy
- 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: 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: 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?
- 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.
- 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'.
- 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.
- 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]