"Previously on Dance Academy..." "Are we ever going public?" "What, like holding hands and 'swapping chewing gum under the monkey bars' public?" "I don't get it." "You're the best dancer here." "Why do you hate me so much?" "Now!" "Thanks, mate." "I'm not your mate." "Back in Patchie, every boy played football." "Even though the local team hadn't won since colour TV was invented, every Saturday people drove 500 k's to watch them lose." "Except me." "I was too busy dancing." "It made no sense, everyone fighting over a ball." "Why didn't they just get their own?" "I know you'll make our guests from the Sport Institute feel welcome this week." "The forward squad is here to work on agility, flexibility and balance, which is a good opportunity for us to go back to basics." "You'll all benefit from this exchange if you keep an open mind." "En dehors, think "Out the door"." "En dedans, think "In they come"." "This just feels wrong." "I know." "This is one seriously gruesome 'in they come'." "And..." "Stay aware of your position on the floor." "Good." "OK, guys, come and watch Abigail." "This time, take it super slow." "Look at that." "Absolute concentration on technique." "Interesting." "You're quite turned in at the hips, aren't you?" "This is why it's good to slow it down." "Helps you spot the flaws." "Um, I'm Ollie." "What am I supposed to be doing with my hips?" "Avoid using them as a weapon." "Easy for you to say..." "Kat." "Easy for you to say, Kat." "I saw teeth action." "No." "No, you didn't." "I am a guy-free zone these days." "Uh-huh." "And sometimes a smile is just a smile." "Yeah, because that smile showed "absolute concentration on technique"." "Tara, you and Abigail are doing private classes with me every night this week." "But I'm already doing extra classes." "You're right." "We wouldn't want you to feel overworked." "Really?" "How can you be OK with this?" "You still don't get it." "Only favourites get this kind of attention." "If you didn't have potential, you'd be ignored." "I know." "I can't believe it either." "This is dance of manly men!" "Men of the passion and the strength." "Give me strong eyes, strong jaws." "Like men." "Dance like men!" "Where is manliness gone?" "More with the focusing!" "Hey!" "Beautiful!" "Is the dance for the men." "Like men." "Dance like men!" "Hey, ballet boy, can I borrow your puffy shirt?" "Sorry, I missed that." "I don't speak meat-head." "Who are you calling a meat-head?" "Yeah, if you had brains you'd back off." "What are you gonna do?" "Are you gonna sparkle-fingers me to death?" "Yeah, um, it's spirit fingers." "Yeah, your little friend there, he seems to like that dance." "The girl part suits him." "Better watch yourself, pretty boy." "That's enough." "What's the issue?" "Ethan?" "They get all the funding, all the press." "Wouldn't know hard work if it hit 'em in the face." "Two minutes on a footy field and you'd be dead." "Yeah?" "Try dancing 'Onegin'." "Try dancing with a broken..." "Seems like you didn't hear me." "These guys are our guests for the week." "That's not going to change." "I don't care how you do it, but you're all going to find a way to sort it out." "Toughest sport." "Footballers versus dancers." "Except there's no competition." "We're fitter, faster... stronger." "This Friday, the gypsy dance the whole way through." "No mistakes." "Friday, here." "Touch football." "Not even their code." "They can score as many times as they like, but if we score once, we win." "It's just a dance." "Any moron can dance." "Hello, you." "Hello." "I don't have time." "Me either." "I'm very busy." "I'm doing privates with Miss Raine." "Hey, that's awesome." "It feels like everything is finally coming together, which is why there's not going to be any more sneaking around." "Brilliant." "I'm not naturally stealth." "Look, Sammy, there are two types of girls at the Academy... girls who are serious about ballet and girls who have boyfriends." "I'm not going to interfere with your dancing." "Obviously." "That's my point." "Prepare for jeté." "Yes, Tara." "Focus, Abigail." "Eyes off the mirror." "Yes, that's it." "Good, Tara." "Thank you." "Tara, watch your line coming out of the grand jeté." "What should I work on, Miss Raine?" "I find it easier if I focus on my supporting leg." "It's obvious what she's doing." "Creating competition." "She's using you to make me work harder." "Really?" "What was it about favourites getting all the attention and everybody else being ignored?" "So, footy grudge match." "Mm-hm." "Yeah." "I'm SO not a team-sport person." "You know, the whole hand-eye coordination..." "Look, I gotta go." "Yeah, me too." "I think he's interesting." "Who?" "Christian?" "Oh, Ollie." "He's hot." "Kind of quirky." "Soft hands?" "Um..." ""When passing the ball, keep your hands soft."" "So was it love?" "You, Miss Raine, special private time?" "It was weird." "I don't know how I'm going to cope with Abigail five nights a week." "You?" "You're doing privates with Abigail?" "Yeah." "Hmm." "Soft hands, hey?" "Enough with the stealth." "Could you maybe keep your voice down?" "Tara just told me she's doing privates with you." "So?" "So, love her as I do, the girl's a relationship train wreck and Miss Raine's still taking her seriously as a dancer." "If Tara can be a favourite with her, then you going out with me is not going to ruin your reputation." "But..." "Don't you think all this secrecy's kind of hot?" "Really?" "Hot?" "No." "No, not hot." "I feel used and violated." "You can't kiss someone and pretend it's irrelevant." "It means something." "It's just lips on other lips." "I know you don't mean that." "Hey, you!" "Sports person." "Me?" "Can you wait there a second?" "We should talk." "We should pretend the other doesn't exist." "Yeah, or we could do that." "Oh, for the love of all things human." "How's the coffee here?" "Brown and wet." "Right." "I should probably get going." "My rond de jambe's crying out for attention." "See?" "You kissed him and now he's fallen for you." "I'm right." "It means something." "Look, you might hide it, but you have feelings for me." "Haven't you figured it out by now?" "I don't do feelings." "Yeah." "Yeah, Ethan." "Ethan!" "What was that?" "Scoreline was open." "No." "You were hogging the ball." "Oh, you didn't get to be the hero." "You know, you've always held on too long." "Don't bash it out." "Are you trying to make it look ugly?" "Tara, show her." "This is what it's supposed to look like." "Clean technique." "I can do it better." "I mean, just think about it like you're going up for a mark." "Let's try it again." "Maybe not." "Kat, help." "Oh, no can do." "You guys are the enemy." "Yeah, we're also terrible." "Yeah." "Please." "Oh..." "We can do this, right?" "Right?" "Right!" "Got it." "I got it, I got it." "Posé arabesque." "Hips, Abigail." "Turn them out." "Abigail, this is ballet, not gymnastics." "Square your hips." "Do you even know where they're facing?" "Will you stop looking in the mirror?" "Turn out your legs." "How long have you been dancing?" "Stop." "Can you not hear me, Abigail?" "Am I not speaking clearly enough?" "It makes it harder." "Excuse me?" "What you're doing, when you do it to me, it makes it harder." "Really?" "You were quite happy to show her up earlier." "I..." "I didn't..." "Don't look so shocked." "To be a professional, you have to be a competitor." "I'm relieved you've finally figured that out." "If you object to my teaching you are free to leave." "Again, Abigail." "Company?" "That thing yesterday, it was a social experiment, just so you know." "Ooh, I picked out a ring and everything." "Rough day?" "You wouldn't get it." "'Cause I'm a meat-head?" "Because you're not a dancer." "You don't have physical limitations that can't be overcome." "Someone taller, faster, jumps a bit higher, hits a bit harder." "The naturals." "Is it wrong to hate them?" "Not if you ask me." "What I want to know is how you compete with them." "I work harder, I train for longer and I don't beat myself up when I can't do what they do, and that's enough." "For you, maybe." "So, you and that Sammy guy?" "There is no me and Sammy." "How am I doing?" "That's great." "Um, what would happen if I were to ask you out, hypothetically?" "Um, on a date thing?" "On a date thing." "Hypothetically?" "The Rooftop Cinema has a 'Three Stooges' marathon on tonight." "It could be fun." "I might say yes, hypothetically." "No way!" "You've been helping them out?" "Oh, relax, Ethan." "They're still terrible." "Well, it's good to see where your loyalties lie, Kat." "Nice." "Boyfriend or ex?" "Yuck." "Um, ew." "No." "Brother, and I do have to go after him, so..." "Stooges raincheck?" "Yeah." "Cool." "What?" "You're so good now you can afford to be late for class?" "No, I'm not going." "You win." "You get to be the favourite." "You can't even compete with nature on your side." "You don't deserve what you have." "OK, to win their part of the challenge, the guys have to get through the whole dance, every step." "Start and finish together." "Are we ready?" "Well, their technique sucks." "They've got zero rhythm." "They're doing all the steps, though." " Hey!" " Whoo!" "Yeah." "This is what we trained for." "Now is when the sweat and dirt and pain pay off." "We're elite athletes competing in a tough, physical sport." "We're toast." "Come on, boys." "Come on, boys." "Ethan." "Whoo-hoo!" "Yeah." "Sammy, where were you?" "Alright, all good." "No, don't worry." "You guys are doing well." " Oi!" " Time out." "Kat." "Kat." "Guys." " Walk away." " What was that?" "He's poking me." "You know them." "We only need one try to win." "I'm not your spy, and you guys are all way beyond help." "Hey, how about you pass the ball?" " If you provided a lead..." " Come on." "It's not rocket science." "They work together, help each other." "You know, like an actual team." "Come on, guys, teamwork." "Thanks for your help." "Ethan." "Ethan." "Go!" "Go!" "Go, Sammy!" "In ballet there is no scoreboard, but we are competing every single day, even if we'd prefer not to admit it." "Who knew they had it in them?" "Must have been that inspiring rev-up you gave them." "So I saw that the 'Three Stooges' thing is on tonight too." "Is that right?" "Yeah." "At some point we'll stop training and have to go on stage, figure out how to work together, let go." "Nice pass." "Yeah, pretty good, wasn't it?" "Good game." "Can I have your phone number too?" "Why?" "I don't know." "Thought we could hang out." "Watch a movie or something." "Oh." "Right." "Um..." "You're not interested?" "I'm not available." "Sorry." "Good game." "It's then that it stops being a sport and becomes an art..." "Oh!" "Um, whoa." "And maybe we'll surprise ourselves."