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 Bhamra
Parminder Nagra · 26 quotes
Joe
Jonathan Rhys Meyers · 15 quotes
Paula Paxton
Juliet Stevenson · 9 quotes
Jules Paxton
Keira Knightley · 7 quotes
Pinky
Archie Panjabi · 4 quotes
Tony
Ameet Chana · 3 quotes
Most scenes together: Jess Bhamra & Joe (13), Jess Bhamra & Pinky (4), Jess Bhamra & Tony (2)
Bend It Like Beckham quotes
Page 2 of 4Your parents didn't look too pleased yesterday. Have you come to tell me you're off the team for good?
It's not fair. I'm either going to let the team down or piss them off, and I don't want to upset anyone.
Why are they so frightened to let you play?
They want to protect me.
From what?
This is taking me away from everything they know.
Whose life are you living, Jess? If you try pleasing 'em for ever, you're gonna end up blaming 'em.
What, like you? [Joe puts on a dejected face] I'm sorry.
No, you're right. I stopped talking to my dad because we had nothing to talk about. Spent a year getting pissed trying to forget about the game, but I couldn't.
Yeah, but I can't just stop talking to them, like you.
I don't talk to my dad because I know what he'd say. He'd piss himself if he knew I was coaching girls!
How do you know that? How do you know he wouldn't be proud that you didn't just give up? You should be proud of what you've given all of us.
Then why are you giving up?
Anyway being a lesbian's not that big a deal
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.
Me and Jess were fighting because we both fancy our coach... Joe.
When are you going to tell your parents about your game?
I don't know.
You can't keep lying. You're too good.
Mrs. Paxton
Cooey!
Hide the shoes!
Mrs. Paxton
Sweetheart!
Up here, Mum.
Mrs. Paxton
Oh, it's hot out there! Oh! Got company! Hello, love.
Mum, this is Jess.
Mrs. Paxton
Jess? Is that Indian?
It's really Jesminder, but only my mum calls me that.
Mrs. Paxton
Oh, that's nice. Jesmin-dah. Lovely! Well, Jesmin-dah, I bet your room at home doesn't look like this! Great big butch women on the wall!
Thank you, Mum, I'm not old like you!
Mrs. Paxton
Jess, I hope you can teach my daughter a bit about your culture, including respect for elders and the like, eh? Cheeky madam! Well, Jess... I expect your parents are fixing you up with a handsome young doctor soon. Pretty girl like you...
Mum! Stop embarrassing yourself!
Mrs. Paxton
What? Just being friendly! You don't mind, do you, love? Of course not! Now, are you a friend from school or work?
She's a footballer. She's on the team with me.
Mrs. Paxton
They're all the rage, poppet! You blow 'em up, just like a lilo. Look, this little pump comes free with it. Pop it in the valve, pump away, up it goes, then slip it back in there... [Holds up bra looking proud] and boom! Cleavage! They're perfect while you're still growing 'cause they lift you right there. [Grabs Jules breasts who jumps highly violated]
Mum! God, you're so embarrassing!
Mrs. Paxton
They make more of what you've got! [Following Jules] All the girls have bought one for their daughters! The Fleur's pretty, and the gel bra's a clever one, no pumping, it's already in there. [Jules walks up to a rack] Not the sports bras! They're so plain! They don't enhance!
No one's going to see them!
Mrs. Paxton
It's not how they look, it's how they make you feel. I really like that lace lycra one.
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.
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!
Anyway I'm not playing with boys any more.
Mrs. Bhamra
Good! (unknown Indian language) End of matter!
I'm joining a girls' team.
Mrs. Bhamra
Ah?!
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.
That's not fair! He selected me!
Mrs. Bhamra
'He'?! She said it was girls!
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!
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!
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!
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. Okay?
Mrs. Bhamra
Your sister's getting engaged and you're sitting here watching this skinhead boy!
Mum, it's Beckham's corner!
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
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!
Look, Jessie. You can't plan who you fall for. It just happens. I mean, look at... Posh and Becks.
Well, Beckham's the best.
Well of course you do. No one can cross a ball or bend it like Beckham
What? You mean... [incredulous scoff] But you're Indian!
Opposing team player
Piss off, Paki! [Jess repeatedly shoves the opposing player]
Referee
Go away. Number 7, come here.
Mr. Paxton
What's the matter with you, ref?
Referee
Number 7. [Gives a penalty marker to Jess] Violent conduct towards a player.
Jess' teammates: No! You can't do that! You haven't seen any of it, have yah? It's out of order!
Football boy 1
She is so hard!
Football boy 2
Oh, man! Unlucky, Tony, mate!
...
[Joe is disciplining Jess in the changer room]
What the hell's wrong with you, Bhamra?! I don't ever want to see anything like that from you ever again! We're lucky they're not suspending players from this tournament! Excellent! We've got QPR in the final. Three cheers - hip, hip!
Team
Hurray!
Hip, hip!
Team
Hurray!
Hip, hip!
Team
Hurray!
Brilliant!
[Jess is silent the whole time, when Joe leaves, Jess suddenly gets up and follows Joe]
Why did you yell at me like that? You knew the ref was out of order!
You could have cost us the tournament!
But it wasn't my fault!
You didn't have to shout at me!
I'm your coach. I have to treat you the same as everyone else
Look, Jess. I saw it. She fouled you. She tugged your shirt. You just overreacted, that's all.
That's not all. She called me a Paki. But I guess that's something you wouldn't understand.
Jess, I'm Irish. Of course I understand what that feels like.
Sportscaster
[Archival footage of Manchester United playing has Jess artificially spliced in making a goal]
..and there is Bhamra. It's a fine header, and she's scored! It's a goal by Jess Bhamra! A superb header, beating the defender,and planting the ball beyond the goalkeeper's left hand. Jess Bhamra makes a name for herself at Old Trafford!
Sportscaster
[Sports anchors are in a studio]
And have we discovered a new star here, Gary Lineker?
Gary
That's right. John?
John
Absolutely.. hehe.
Gary
Could Bhamra be the answer to England's prayers? Alan?
Alan Quick thinking, comfortable on the ball, vision and awareness - magnificent. Tell you what, I wish she was playing for Scotland!
Gary
John, have England found the player to relive their World Cup glory from '66?
John
Definitely, and the best thing is, she's not even reached her peak yet.
Anchor
We're joined now by Jess's mother. You must be proud of your daughter.
Mrs. Bhamra
Not at all! She shouldn't be showing her bare legs to 70,000 people! She's bringing shame on the family. And you three shouldn't be encouraging her! [Mrs. Bhamra faces the camera] Jesminder, you get back home now! (untranslated Indian language)[Scene changes to Jess' bedroom fixated on her television set oblivious to her mother at door] Jessminder? Are you listening to me? (untranslated Indian language) Jessminder?! Have you gone mad?! [Grabs remote and turns off TV] Football, shootball! Your sister's getting engaged, and you're sitting here watching this skinhead boy!
Mum, it's Beckham's corner!
Mrs. Bhamra
Eh, come downstairs, and your sister's going crazy.
I've got to go! Mum, where are my keys?
I'm sick of this wedding and it hasn't even started!
That girl is a first-class bitch!
Mrs. Bhamra
Pinky, you've got so many others!
It was all planned now I gotta get another one! [To Jess wạlkịṇg dowṇ stạịrs] Will you get a flaming move on!
What the bloody hell's going on?
Get this yeah? Teet's bloody sister says she's wearing baby pink now. Stupid flipping cow! I had matching accessories and everything!
Oh, Mum, do I have to go shopping again?
Mrs. Bhamra
Ah! My mother chose all my 21 dowry suits herself. I never once complained. You girls are too spoilt! And don't forget my dhania. And more carrots. I'm making achar.
Oh, Mum, don't do pickle as well!
Mrs. Bhamra
Oh, am I asking you to make it?!
[explaining to Joe how she got the large burn scar on her thigh that makes her shy of wearing shorts]
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.
Sorry.
I know - it put me off beans on toast for life.
[Jess is lying in bed in her bedroom talking to Ḍạvịd Ḅeçkhạm poster on ceiling]
I nearly scored from 20 yards today. Bent it and everything. I could have played all night. It's not fair that boys never have to come home and help. If I had an arranged marriage, would he let me play football whenever I wanted to? [Mr. Bhamra bursts into room]
Mr. Bhamra
Who are you talking to?
No one, Dad. [Mr. Bhamra sits on Jess' bed]
Mr. Bhamra
Okay, Biji and her grandson are staying in here for the wedding. Why don't you put up nice picture of beautiful sceneries instead of this bald man?
Dad!
Mr. Bhamra
I'm going to change. Come and help me out, okay?
[Jess walks into house with family sitting in living room looking offended at Jess]
Teetu's father: We're not trying to cause trouble. We felt it our duty to tell you.
Mr. Bhamra
You know how hard it is for our children here. Sometimes they misjudge and start behaving like the kids here.
Teetu's mother: All I know is that children are a map of their parents.
You stupid flippin' cow!
Mrs. Bhamra
You've ruined your sister's life! Happy now?
The wedding's off 'cause of you!
Me? Why?
Mrs. Bhamra
They saw you being filthy with an English boy!
I wasn't with any English boy!
They saw you at a bus stop kissing him! Why couldn't you do it in secret like everyone else?
Kissing? Me? A boy?! You're all bloody mad!
Mr. Bhamra
Jesminder, don't you use those swearing words!
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
[Points to painting on living room wall]
Do you swear on Babaji's name?
I swear on Babaji's name.
Mrs. Bhamra
Sometimes these English girls have such short hair... You just can't tell.
Mr. Bhamra
They must have made a mistake.
Mrs. Bhamra
His parents are just making an excuse. We were never good enough for them.
No, I bet she was with some dykey girl from her football team! She's still been playing you know! She ain't got no job! She's been lying!
Mrs. Bhamra
Why have I two deceiving daughters? What did I do wrong in my past life?
But she's ruined my life!
Mrs. Bhamra
Don't think I didn't knew you were sneaking out with that good-for-nothing Teetu as well!