Bend It Like Beckham

Sportscaster: ..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: 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]

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Jules: [In a women's underwear retail store with her mother holding up a bra] I'd never wear that! 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] Jules: 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! Jules: 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.

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Jess: 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?

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Mrs. Paxton: [Çomes out oḟ house] Oh, will you both pack it in! Look at the state of my fuchsias! Allen, when are you gonna realize you have a daughter with breasts, not a son? Mr. Paxton: Paula! Mrs. Paxton: No boy's gonna go out with a girl who's got bigger muscles than him! Mr. Paxton: Leave her alone. Jules: I'm not gonna give it up! Mrs. Paxton: I saw Kevin on the high street with a blonde girl and it didn't look like they weren't talking about match of the bleedin' day either! Jules: Kevin can shag whoever he bloody wants! Mrs. Paxton: Honey, all I'm saying is there is a reason why Sporty Spice is the only one of them without a fella. Mrs. Paxton: Sweetheart... Mr. Paxton: Why don't you get off her flamin' back? If she'd rather play football than chase boys, frankly I'm over the moon about that.

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Joe: Jess, what's going on? 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 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: 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

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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! (unknown Indian language) 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'

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