Jess
[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?
Jess
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?
Jess
Dad!
Mr. Bhamra
I'm going to change. Come and help me out, okay?
