Billy Elliot Worksheet
Billy Elliot Worksheet
Billy Elliot Worksheet
WARM-UP
1. What do you usually do after school?
2. Which of the following after-school activities do you think are typical of
- girls? - boys? - both?
basketball
aerobics
computer games
netball
ballet
tennis
boxing football
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1. Write these names under the correct pictures:
Billy Eliot
His father
The ballet teacher
Billys brother
Billys best friend
2. Answer these questions.
1. How many people are walking down the street?
2. Are they talking in the street?
3. Where are they talking? Describe the place.
4. Whats the weather like?
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BILLY ELLIOT
Transcript
- Billy? - Please, Miss.
- Don't. - What's going on, Billy?
Who the fuck are you?
I think we better go inside.
I know this might be hard for you...
...but, today, Billy missed a very important audition.
Audition?
For the Royal Ballet School.
The Royal Ballet?
School. It's where they teach the ballet.
You've got to be joking, love.
No, I'm perfectly serious.
Have you any idea what we're going through?
I've been in a fucking cell, all night...
...and you come around here, talking shite. And you...
Fucking ballet!
What are you trying to do, make him a scab for the rest
of his life? Look at him.
He's only eleven for fuck's sake.
- You've got to start training young. - Shut it.
I'm not having my brother running around like a right
twat for your gratification.
Excuse me. This is not for my gratification.
What good will it do him? You're not taking him away.
He's only a bairn. What about giving him a childhood?
I don't want one. I wanna be a ballet dancer.
And anyway, what do you know about it?
What qualifications have you got?
Look, I haven't come here to defend myself.
Well, for all we know, you could be some nutter.
Get the fucking Social on to you.
I think you should calm yourself down, son.
You say he can dance?
Go on, then.
Let's see this fucking dancing.
This is ridiculous!
If you're a fucking ballet dancer, then let's be having
you.
- Don't you dare! - What sort of a teacher are you?
He's got the chance to dance. Now, you're fucking
telling him not to.
Dance, you little twat!
So, piss off. He's not doing any more ballet!
If you go near him again, I'll smack you, you middleclass cow.
You know nothing about me, you sanctimonious little
shit!
He won't grow up to race whippets, grow leeks or piss
his wages up the wall.
Listen! He's been with me...
Billy, wait there!
Billy, come on!
Hurry up!
Pilar Pampn y Rosa Muos