Bend It Like Beckham (2002)
Parminder Nagra: Jess
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Quotes
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Tony : Look, Jessie. You can't plan who you fall for. It just happens. I mean, look at... Posh and Becks.
Jess : Well, Beckham's the best.
Tony : [chuckles] Yeah! I really like Beckham too.
Jess : Well of course you do. No one can cross a ball or bend it like Beckham
Tony : [shakes head] No, Jess. I *really* like Beckham.
Jess : What? You mean...
[incredulous scoff]
Jess : But you're Indian!
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[explaining to Joe how she got the large burn scar on her thigh that makes her shy of wearing shorts]
Jess : I was eight. My mum was working overtime at Heathrow. And I was trying to cook beans on toast. And I jumped up to the grill to get the toast. And my trousers caught light so my sister put me in the bath, poured cold water over me and pulled them off. And half my skin came off too.
Joe : Sorry.
Jess : I know - it put me off beans on toast for life.
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Jess : Anyone can cook aloo gobi, but who can bend a ball like Beckham?
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Jess : I didn't ask to be good at football, Gura Nanak must have blessed me.
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Mrs. Bhamra : Your sister's getting engaged and you're sitting here watching this skinhead boy!
Jess : Mum, it's Beckham's corner!
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Jules : We need you come to the Grand Final.
Jess : I can't.
Jules : [thinking it's about seeing Joe] You have to come!
Jess : No, I can't!
[sighs]
Jess : It's the same day as my sister's wedding.
Jules : [moaning quietly] Aw, shit.
Jess : [later, to Joe] Jess can't come on the 25th. It's the same day as her sister's wedding.
Joe : [angrily] *Shit!*
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Jess : [after family accuses her of kissing a white boy who is really Jules] Me? Kissing? A boy? You're mad. You're all bloody mad.
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Jess : Joe! I'm going! They said I could go!
[Joe and Jess hug tightly]
Men in Background : Oi, oi, oi!
Jess : I'm sorry, I forgot.
Joe : That's okay now. I'm not your coach anymore. We can do what we want.
[Joe leans in to kiss Jess. Jess wants to, but pulls back]
Jess : Joe...
Joe : [quickly pulls away] Your dad's not here is he?
Jess : I'm sorry Joe. I can't.
Joe : I thought you wanted...
Jess : Letting me go to America is a really big step for my mum and dad. I don't know how they'd survive if I told them about you too.
Joe : I guess there's not much point with you going to America anyway. Is there?
[she shakes her head and they hug each other tightly]
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Hounslow Harrier : [teases Jess about her kicking] Wimp!
Jess : [retaliates] I'm better than you!
Hounslow Harrier : Ooooooooooh! Bitch!
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Jess : He's just my mate. We're not all slags like you lot!
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Jess : But, Dad!
Mrs. Bhamra : [interrupts] No! This is where you spoil her! No, this is how it started with your niece - the way that girl would answer back. And, then, running off to become a model wearing small, small skirts!
Jess : Mom, she's a fashion designer!
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Mrs. Bhamra : I don't want you running around half naked in front of men, huh? Look how dark you've become, playing in the sun!
Jess : But, Mom, I'm really good!
Mrs. Bhamra : What family will want a daughter-in-law who can run around kicking football all day but can't make round chapattis? Now exams are over, I want you to learn full Punjabi dinner, meat and vegetarian.
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Jess : Look, Jess, you can marry anyone you want. It's fine at first when you're in love and all that, but do you want to be the one that everyone stares at, at every family do, because you married the English bloke?
Jess : He's Irish.
Pinky Bhamra : Yeah, well, they look the bloody same to them, innit?
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Jess : Kissing? Me? A boy? You're mad. You're all bloody mad.
Mr. Bhamra : Jesminder, don't use those swearing words!
Jess : I was at the 120 bus stop today but with Juliet. My friend. She's a girl, and we weren't kissing or anything for God's sake!
Mr. Bhamra : Swear by Babaji.
Jess : I swear on Babaji's name.
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Jess : Anyone can cook aloo gobi, but who can bend a ball like Beckham?
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Jess : My sister's gettin' married soon. It's a love match.
Mel : What's that mean?
Jess : It's not arranged.
Teammate : So, if you can choose, does that mean you can marry a white boy?
Jess : White, no. Black, definitely not. A Muslim, eh-eh!
Mel : Guess you'll be marrying an Indian, then!
Jules : Probably.
Mel : Sorry, I don't know how you Indian girls put up with it?
Jess : It's just culture, that's all.
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Jess : If I had an arranged marriage, would he let me play football?
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Mr. Bhamra : Jessie, now that your sister has got engaged, it's different. You know how people talk.
Jess : She's the one gettin' married, not me!
Mrs. Bhamra : I was married at your age! You don't even want to learn to cook dhal!
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Jess : That was so brilliant the way you came to my house. You were brave enough to face my mum!