[Tony has pulled Jess from the wedding]
Jess:
What are you doing?!
Tony:
We can make the second half if we go now.
Jess:
My mum and dad will go spare! I wouldn't ruin it for them.
Tony:
They won't even notice.
Jess:
I can't! Look how happy they are. I wouldn't want to ruin it for them.
Mr. Bhamra:
What are you going to ruin?
Jess:
Nothing Dad.
Tony:
It's the final of the football tournament. I can drive there. Pick up her kit along the way. It won't take long.
Jess:
Stop it, Tony. It doesn't matter. I don't want to spoil the day for you and Mum.
Mr. Bhamra:
Pinky is so happy and you look as if you're at my funeral.
Jess:
I'm sorry, Dad.
Mr. Bhamra:
If this means I'll see you smiling on your sister's wedding day, then go now, but when you come back, I want to see you happy on the video. Play well and make us proud.
Jess:
Joe! What's happening?
Joe:
Start warming up, Bhamra. We're one-nil down, half an hour to go.
...
[Jules is riding in the back of her parents car with an ecstatic mood and her parents are looking gloomy]
Jules:
I can't believe it! It was amazing! My eyes just glazed over! What a game for him to see! It's incredible! Santa Clara! It's in California! It's one of the top teams! He said he'd give us a full scholarship so you'll pay nothing! Oh, it's so amazing! Me and Jess there together, the pair of us!
...
[Jules parents are sitting in the living room]
Mr. Paxton:
Come on, Paula.
Mrs. Paxton:
I'm not blaming you but it is the football. It is!
Mr. Paxton:
Come on, darling. Come on. [Jules goes bounding to the front door]
Jules:
I'm off, then!
Mrs. Paxton:
Sweetheart, where are you going in your best trousers?
Jules:
Out.
Mrs. Paxton:
Where? Who with?
Jules:
I'm meeting Jess at her sister's wedding to celebrate.
Mrs. Paxton:
Wait! I'll take you.
Jules:
Oh, thanks, Mum! God, it's so colourful. Everyone looks brilliant! Look at the car!
...
[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!
...
Pinky:
What's that gora going on about you being a lezbo? I thought you fancied your coach!
Jess:
I don't know what she was saying!
Pinky:
Don't you want all of this? Isn't this the best day of your life, innit?
