Bend It Like Beckham2002

Joe:
[Hands football cleats to Jess] They're a bit tatty, but they'll do the job. Here's a kit. Don't be afraid to get it dirty.

Jess:
Can't I wear my tracksuit bottoms?

Joe:
No.

Jess:
Sh*t!

...

[Joe is wondering why Jess is sitting in the stands looking dejected so he has sat next to her]

Joe:
Jess, what's going on?

Jess:
[Jess pulls shorts over her burn scarred leg] It looks awful. It's why I can't wear shorts ever.

Joe:
Jesus! That's a stunner! I thought I had a bad one on my knee, but yours is gorgeous!Look... Two operations later and it's still useless. [Pulls up pant leg to reveal gnarled scar on knee] Does yours affect your game? Look, don't worry about it. No one's gonna care once you're out there. What happened?

Jess:
You don't want to know. Nah, it just looks awful. 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:
[Sucks in through teeth] Sorry.

Jess:
I know - it put me off beans on toast for life.

Joe:
[Tries to stifle laughter] Come on. Mine stopped me from playing outright, yours doesn't. No more dawdling.

Jess:
Sorry about your knee.

Joe:
Yeah, yeah. I'm a right sob story, aren't I? Come on! I want to see some sweat on you!