Bend It Like Beckham (2002)
Wedding Guest: Lesbian? Her birthday's in March. I thought she was a Pisces.
[Re: Jesminder's breasts]
Dressmaker: Don't worry, Miss Bahmra. Our designs will make even these little mosquito bites look like juicy, juicy mangos!
[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.
Jess: I know - it put me off beans on toast for life.
Jules: Mother, just because I wear trakkies and play sport does not make me a lesbian!
Video Man: Eyes down. Don't smile. Indian bride never smiles. You'll ruin the bloody video.
Joe: Look, Jess. I saw it. She fouled you. She tugged your shirt. You just overreacted, that's all.
Jess: That's not all. She called me a Paki. But I guess that's something you wouldn't understand.
Joe: Jess, I'm Irish. Of course I understand what that feels like.
Jules: Me and Jess were fighting because we both fancy our coach... Joe.
Paula: [pause] Joe, a man, Joe?
Jules: [exasperated] Yeah, as in male, Joe! Joe, our coach, Joe, man, Joe!
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...
Jess: But you're Indian!
Jess: I'm sorry I missed that penalty, coach.
Joe: It's okay, losing to the Jerries on penalties comes natural to you English. You're part of tradition now!
Mrs. Bhamra: [after having agreed to let Jess go to America] At least I taught her full Indian dinner, the rest is up to God.
Joe: Look, I can't let you go without knowing.
Joe: That even with the distance, and it concerns your family, we might still have something. Don't you think?
Paula: Don't tell me. The offside rule is when the French mustard has to be between the teriyaki sauce and the sea salt.
Paula: You know Jesminder, I cooked a lovely curry the other day.
Paula: All I'm saying is, there's a reason why Sporty Spice is the only one without a fella!
Wedding Guest (older woman): She's not Lebanese, she's Punjabi!
Woman at Party: [to Jess about marriage] Now do you want a clean-shaven boy like your sister, or a proper Sikh with full beard and turban?
Jess: Anyone can cook aloo gobi, but who can bend a ball like Beckham?
Paula: When are you going to realize you have a daughter, with breasts, not a son!
Paula: That's why she's been so depressed lately cos' that Jess broke her heart! She's in love. With a girl!
Alan Paxton: You're jumping to all the wrong conclusions
Paula: But I heard her! No wonder she never looked twice at the Kevin or brought any boys home. I tried to get her nice clothes, you know we've had some lovely prints in this summer you know in swimwear and sarongs and that. She never wants to go shopping with me. It was terrible what they did to that George Michael going on about him and his private business in the papers like that! Oh No!
Alan Paxton: George Michael is still a superstar and you still listen to Wham!
Jess: I didn't ask to be good at football, Gura Nanak must have blessed me.
Mrs. Bhamra: What family would want a daughter-in-law who can run around kicking football all day but can't make round chapatis?
Tony: Well you fancying your gorah coach is OK with me. Besides, he's quite fit!
Jules: Anyway being a lesbian's not that big a deal
Paula: Oh no of course not sweetheart no. I mean I've got nothing against it. I was cheering for Martina Navratilova as much as the next person.
Joe: Can't keep losing all my best players to the Yanks now can I?
Mrs. Bhamra: Your sister's getting engaged and you're sitting here watching this skinhead boy!
Jess: Mum, it's Beckham's corner!
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.
Jess: Why are you doing this to me, Joe? Every time I talk myself out of it, you come around and make it sound so easy.
Joe: I guess I don't want to give up on you.
Joe: You're lucky... to have a family that cares that much about you. I can understand you don't want to mess with it.
Joe: And I don't fancy being busted by your dad again. You better get back.
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]
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]
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!
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!*
Jules: [at Jess's place, after Jess's dad sees Jess and Joe kissing] How are you?
Jess: I'm *really* in the shit now.
Hounslow Harrier: [teases Jess about her kicking] Wimp!
Jess: [retaliates] I'm better than you!
Hounslow Harrier: Ooooooooooh! Bitch!