[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!
[at the theatre] Tony: What the bloody hell are you doing here? Michael (Aged 25): I wouldn't have missed it for the world.
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 ...
Gary Poulson: What are you deeing man? This is hand to hand combat not a bloody tea dance!
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. Mich...
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]
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: All right, all right, don't lose your blob!
Mrs. Wilkinson: Please yourself, darlin'.
Mr. Braithwaite: You look like a right wanker to me, son.
Tony: You're a ballet dancer, then let's be havin' it!
Debbie: Dad did it with this woman from work but they don't think I know.
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: I don't want to do your stupid fucking audition! You only want me to do it for your own benefit!
Michael: Oi, dancing boy! [Billy runs to Michael] Dad: We'll miss the bus, Billy! Tony: Will you stop being an old fucking woman?
