Joe: I'm sorry to barge in on you like this, but I wanted to talk to you in person. I only found out today that you didn't know Jess was playing for our team. Mrs. Bhamra: No, we didn't. Joe: I apologise. If I'd known, I would have encouraged Jess to tell you because I believe she's got tremendous potential. Mr. Bhamra: I think we know better of our daughter's potential. Jess has no time for games.She'll be starting university soon. Jess: But playing for the team is an honour! Mrs. Bhamra: What bigger honour is there than respecting your elders? Jess: Mom! Mr. Bhamra: Young man, when I was a teenager in Nairobi, I was the best fast bowler in our school. Our team even won the East African Cup. But when I came to this country, nothing. I was not allowed to play in any of the teams, and the bloody goras in their clubhouses made fun of my turban and sent me off packing! Joe: I'm sorry, Mr. Bhamra, but now it's... Mr. Bhamra: Now what? Our boys aren't in the football leagues. You think they will let our girls? I don't want you to build up Jesminder's hopes. She will only end up disappointed, like me. Jess: It's all changing now. Nasser Hussein is captain of the English cricket team and he's Asian. Mrs. Bhamra: Hussein is a Muslim name, their families are different. Jess: Oh, Mum! [Joe is speaking to Jess outside her house] Joe: We've been invited to play in Germany this Saturday. It's a shame you'll miss it. Jess: Wow! Germany! Joe: I can see what you're up against, but parents don't always know what's best for you. [Joe is waiting outside shuttle van at the airport and Pinky has pulled up letting Jess out] Pinky: You know the score, yeah? Jess: Yeah, call them twice a day. My sister's covering for me. We're supposed to be at my cousin's in Croydon. Joe: I didn't hear that! [After playing football, Jess is in her hotel room calling her mother] Jess: Mum, we're fine. We're cooking... Jules: Pasta! Jess: ..pasta! I'd better go... Pinky's burning it! OK, say hi to Dad, yeah? OK. Bye, Mum. Mrs. Bhamra: Good. They sound happy. Pinky will meet someone new and Jessie will forget all about this football nonsense. Mr. Bhamra: The dinner's ready? Mrs. Bhamra: [speaks Punjabi] But let me wash up first. Mr. Bhamra: [Reading the newspaper, he has learned that Jess' team is playing abroad] Call her back in Croydon. I want to speak to them. [Mrs. Bhamra asks why in Punjabi] Mr. Bhamra: I said I want to speak to them! Mrs. Bhamra: Ok, Papa. ... Jess: Oh, I didn't bring anything for a club. I didn't know they wanted to take us clubbing. I bet it's to gloat! Jules: Mel? We need some help. [Jess has stepped outside hotel with the whole team and Joe waiting for a taxi] Team: Jess! Oh, wow! You look good! Does she look good? Yeah! You've done a good job! [Joe notices Jess in a taken kind of way and then suddenly gets serious] Joe: Let's get a taxi. [Joe is sitting by himself at the nightclub and Jules comes over] Jules: Hello, darling! Joe: How's Jules? Jules: I'm fine. How are you? Are you gonna dance with me, then? Joe: No. Jess: Come on! Dance with me! Oh, you're such a wuss! Jess: I'm sorry I missed that penalty, coach. Joe: It's OK. Losing to the Jerries on penalties comes natural to you English! You're part of the tradition now. Jules: Enough about football. You're dancing with me! Joe: No! Jess: Go on! Joe: I'm not taking no for an answer! [Joe is looking somewhat violated being somewhat pulled by Jules] ... [Joe has left the club with Jess] Jess: That was so brilliant the way you came to my house. You were brave enough to face my mum! Your dad can't be as bad as her! Joe: Your mam's a barrel of laughs compared to me dad! I don't need to feel close to my family, Jess. I don't need you to feel sorry for me. [Jules has just shown up as Joe and Jess are having a kiss] Juless: You bitch! Jess: Shit! Jules. Joe: Jules! [Jess leaves the shuttle van at the airport, Jules storms out of the van silently and Jess sees her parents and Pinky waiting at a distance] Mel: Are you alright Jess? Is that her mum and dad? [Jess' parents are having a sombre moment, sitting on Jess' bed] Mrs. Bhamra: What haven't we done for these girls, huh? [Rattles off a grocery list of all the things they've bought for Jess and Pinky] Jess: Pinks... How do you know Teets is the one? Pinky: I just know. When you're in love with someone, you'd do anything for that person. Jess: Pinks, do you think Mum and Dad would still speak to me if I ever brought home a gora? Pinky: Who?! Jess: No one. I'm just saying. Pinky: It's that coach bloke innit! I knew something was up when he turned up here! Jess: Nothing's happened. Pinky: Well, make sure it doesn't, all right? You can marry anyone you want. It's fine at first when you're in love and all that but do you want to be stared at, by every family that do because you married the English bloke? Jess: He's Irish. Pinky: Well, they all look the bloody same to them, innit? Why go to so much grief when there's so many good-looking Indian boys to marry? Now, they wear good clothes, got flashy jobs and even know how to cook and wash up! Hey, how bout that Tony? He's been mad on you for ages!

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