Hold it! Oi, oi! Here!

Now, because they're using downstairs...

as a soup kitchen for the strikin' miners,

I'm going to let Mrs. Wilkinson...

use the bottom end of the boxin' hall for her ballet lessons.

So no hanky-panky. Understood?

Yes. Elliot, you're late.

Get changed and get in here.

All right then, lads.

Give it all you got! Round one.

Well, don't just stand there, Elliot!

Oh, no! Not again!

This is man-to-man-combat, not a bloody tea dance.

What're you doin', man? Hit him!

Greavesy, he's pissin' about. Get stuck in and give him a belt.

- He's like a fanny in a fit. - Billy, hit him!

Jesus Christ, Billy Elliot!

You're a disgrace to them gloves, your father...

and the traditions of this boxin' hall.

You owe us 50 pence.

Ho! Liberace, will you give it a rest?

Billy, punch bag.