Bend It Like Beckham2002

Football boy:
Are you here for fantasy football?

Tony:
You look like a pro!

Jess:
It's brilliant. They're a top team, and the coach is ace.

Football boy:
What's that down your leg?

Jess:
Ain't you never seen a burn before?

Football boy:
Aw, it's disgusting!

Tony:
Back off you wanker!

Football boys:
Ooh!

Jess:
Your just jealous because I can skin you alive!

Football boys:
Oh! The skill the skill the skill!

[A boy has picked up Jess and Mrs. Bhamra watching behind bushes comes out, all the boys go silent and Jess is put down]

Mrs. Bhamra:
Chi, chi, chi! He was touching you all over! Putting his hands on your bare legs! YOU'RE NOT A YOUNG GIRL ANYMORE! And showing the world your scar, ay yi yi...

Mr. Bhamra:
Jessie, now that your sister's engaged... it's different. You know how people talk.

Jess:
She's getting married, not me!

Mrs. Bhamra:
I was married at your age! YOU DON'T EVEN WANT TO LEARN HOW TO COOK DHAL!

Jess:
ANyway I'm not playing with boys any more.

Mrs. Bhamra:
Good! End of matter!

Jess:
I'm joining a girls' team.

Mrs. Bhamra:
Ah?!

Jess:
They're proper matches. The coach said I could go far.

Mrs. Bhamra:
Go far? Go far to where? Jessie, we let you play all you wanted when you were young, huh? You've played enough.

Jess:
That's not fair! He selected me!

Mrs. Bhamra:
'He'?! She said it was girls!

Jess:
The coach, Joe.

Mrs. Bhamra:
See how she lies? 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 I'm really good!

Mrs. Bhamra:
Who will want a daughter-in-law who can kick a football all day but can't make round chapattis? Now exams are over, you'll learn full Punjabi dinner! Meat and vegetarian!

Jess:
But, Dad...

Mrs. Bhamra:
No! This is where you spoil her! This is how it started with your niece, the way that girl would answer back and she ran off to become a model wearing small, small skirts!

Jess:
Mum, she's a fashion designer!

Mrs. Bhamra:
She's divorced, that's what she is! Cast off after three years of being married to a white boy with blue hair! Her poor mother hasn't been able to set foot in that temple since. I don't want the shame on my family. That's it! No more football!

Mr. Bhamra:
Jessie, your mother is right. It's not nice. You must start behaving like a proper woman. OK?

...

Jess:
Anything I want is just not Indian enough for 'em! I never bunked off school for those daytimers like Pinky or Bubbly. [Note:Who is Bubbly?] I don't wear make-up or tight clothes. They don't see that!

Tony:
Parents never see the good things.

Jess:
Anyone can cook aloo Gobi, but who can bend a ball like Beckham?

Tony:
Just play and don't tell them. Pinky's been sneaking off for years to see Teets, NW they're getting married and nobody cares. What your parents don't know won't hurt. [Hands her a tissue]

Jess:
Why should I have to lie? It's not like I'm sleeping around with anyone!

Jules:
Jess! Hello! I thought you'd be here.

Jess:
This is Tony. This is Jules from the team.

Tony:
Jess is well made up with your team.

Jules:
We've got high hopes for her, especially me.

Jess:
My mum doesn't want me to play any more.

Jules:
That's bollocks! My mum's never wanted me to play. You can't take no for an answer. Yeah, but my sister's getting married so Mum and Dad are stressed out. I won't be able to get to training and matches.

Jules:
Come on, Jess. You can't leave me alone out there. Joe has an American scout coming over. Don't worry about your mum. Just say you got a summer job. I could put in a good word for you at HMV with me. So, now we've got that sorted, show me what your fella can do!

[Jess and Tony speak almost simultaneously]

Jess:
He's not my boyfriend!

Tony:
I'm not her boyfriend! [Tony clears throat and runs along with Jules kicking a ball]

Jules:
Jess, come on! Are you playing?!

...

Mrs. Bhamra:
Jessie! Breakfast!

Jess:
Nah, I'm in a hurry!

Mrs. Bhamra:
You can't go to work on an empty stomach.