Bend It Like Beckham

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Bend It Like Beckham is a 2002 British film (released in the United States in March 2003) about two young London women from different backgrounds who share an aptitude for football (soccer) and pressure from their families to conform.

Directed by Gurinder Chadha. Written by Gurinder Chadha, Paul Berges and Guljit Bindra.
Who wants to cook Aloo Gobi when you can bend a ball like Beckham? (taglines)


Mrs. Bhamra: Your sister's getting engaged and you're sitting here watching this skinhead boy!
Jess: Mum, it's Beckham's corner!

Joe: Where do you normally play?
Jess: In the park.
Joe: No...I meant what position?

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!

[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.
Joe: [Sucks in through teeth] Sorry.
Jess: I know - it put me off beans on toast for life.
Joe: [Tries to stifle laughter] No one's gonna care once your out there. Come on. I want to see some sweat on yah.

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!
[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, your 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 won't even learn to cook dhal!
Jess: I'm not playing with boys any more.
Mrs. Bhamra: Good! End of matter!
Jess: I'm in 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? 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.
Mr. 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: 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?

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.

[Jess walks up house stairs to Pinky at the top, watching Teet's parents in living room]
Jess: What's happening?
Pinky: Teet's mum and dad have come to eat dirt. Stupid cow. I don't know who she thinks she is in that sari!

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!

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... [incredulous scoff] But you're Indian!

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.
Jess: Joe...
Joe: And I don't fancy being busted by your dad again. You better get back.

[Mrs. Paxton has walked up to Jess at Pinky's wedding reception]

Mrs. Paxton: How could you be such a hypocrite? How could you be all respectful here with your lot when you've been kissing my daughter in broad daylight?! Hmm? [Mrs. Paxton looks down at Jess' shoes] Get your lesbian feet out of my shoes! [Mrs. Paxton steals Jess' shoes]
Old Indian woman 1: Lesbian? Her birthday's in March.
Old Indian woman 2: I thought she was a Pisces.
Old Indian woman 3: She no Lebanese. She Punjabi!
Pinky: Do you mind? This is my wedding!

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!

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.

Old Indian woman 1: What was that English woman saying?
Old Indian woman 2: Why was she talking about kissing?
Mrs. Bhamra: She got confused like Teetu's parents. It's so hard when young girls have such short hair.Maybe we were making too much noise. English people are always complaining when we're having functions.
Old Indian woman 1:Why did she take Jesminder's shoes?!

Jess: Joe! I'm going! They said I could go!
[Joe & 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]
Jess: Joe...
Joe: Your dad's not here, is he?
Jess: Joe... I'm sorry.
Joe: What?
Jess: I can't
Joe: Can I ask why?
Jess: Letting me go to America is a big step for my mum and dad. I don't know how they'd survive if I told them about you too.
Joe: I understand
[Both sorrowfully hug each other tightly]

Joe: Look, I can't let you go without knowing.
Jess: What?
Joe: That even with the distance, and it concerns your family, we might still have something. Don't you think?

[David Beckham and Victoria Adams are walking across a bridge at the airport when Jules and Jess are about to take a flight]
Jules: Oh! It's a sign!


  • Who wants to cook Aloo Gobi when you can bend a ball like Beckham?
  • A winning comedy.
  • Don't call Them Chicks!
  • An Indian girl born to play soccer for England.
  • Sometimes, to follow your dreams... you've got to bend the rules!


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