Billy Elliot2000

Billy Elliot:
Miss, what if I blown?

Sandra Wilkinson:
This'll sound strange, Billy. But for sometime now, I've been thinking of the Royal Ballet School?

Billy Elliot:
Aren't you a bit old, Miss?

Sandra Wilkinson:
No, not me, you. I'm the bloody teacher. They hold auditions in Newcastle.

Billy Elliot:
I'll never be good enough. I hardly know it.

Sandra Wilkinson:
No look, they're not interested in how much ballet you know, they teach you that. That's why they're a ballet school, it's how you move and how you express yourself that's important.

Billy Elliot:
Express what?

Sandra Wilkinson:
I think you're good enough to go for it.

[short pause, Billy steps back into the car]

Sandra Wilkinson:
It'll mean an awful lot of hard work.

Billy Elliot:
But I'm banned.

Sandra Wilkinson:
Maybe I should have a word with him.

Billy Elliot:
[nervously] No, Miss!

Sandra Wilkinson:
Well, I can teach you on your own, if you want?

Billy Elliot:
I wouldn't afford it.

Sandra Wilkinson:
I'm not doing it for the money, Billy.

Billy Elliot:
But what about dad?

Sandra Wilkinson:
He doesn't need to know.

Billy Elliot:
And what about me boxing and that?

Sandra Wilkinson:
Oh, for f*** sake, Billy! If you wanna piss about with your little mates, that's fine with me!

Billy Elliot:
Well, all right, all right, don't lose your blob!

Sandra Wilkinson:
[short pause] Blob?

[Miss Wilkinson and Billy smile]

Billy Elliot:
So we can do it privately?

Sandra Wilkinson:
[holds his hand] Just you and me.

Billy Elliot:
[short pause] Miss, you don't fancy me, do you?

Sandra Wilkinson:
No, Billy, funnily enough I don't. [laughs] Now piss off.

Billy Elliot:
[short pause, smiles] Piss off yourself.