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Anupam KherQuotes

Anupam Kher
Birthday
March 7th, 1955
From
Shimla, Himachal Pradesh, India
Actor

The Big Sick - Family Dynamics and Cultural Identity in Conversation

Azmat Nanjiani: (to Kumail) You should be stylish like your father. It's not very difficult. Just observe me.
Sharmeen Nanjiani: [[w:Malala|Malala] Since when are you someone to stand up? You know who I think should stand up is ]. She has something to say, she has something to say!
Naveed Nanjiani: [[w:Julia Louis-Dreyfus|Julia Louis-Dreyfus] Listen to yourself. You hardly sound Pakistani. "Cookies"? You sound like ]. You're such a burger.

Bend It Like Beckham - Engagement Proposal with a College Condition

Jess: How am I going to tell em, Tony? I'll have to now or I'll end up a solicitor, bored out of my mind.
Tony: Come with me. Mum, Uncle, Auntie... We've got something we want to tell you.
Mr. Bhamra: Why is he holding her hand?
Tony: We've been good friends for a long time now. We'd like to ask for your blessings. We'd like to get engaged. But there's one condition, Jesminder goes to college first, anywhere that she wants.
Mrs. Bhamra: [[w:Glasgow|Glasgow; [w:Portsmouth|Portsmouth] Of course, putar! Well, we have relatives all the way in ], in ]...
Jess: Mum, Dad... Tony's lying. We're not getting married. Tony only said that to help me, but I'm not lying any more. I played in the final today, and we won!
Jess: I wasn't going to go but Dad let me. And it was brilliant. I played the best ever! And I was happy because I wasn't sneaking off and lying to you! I didn't ask to be good at football. Guru Nanak must have blessed me. There was a scout from America there today, and he's offered me a place at a top university with a free scholarship and a chance to play football professionally, and I really want to go, and if I can't tell you what I want now, then I'll never be happy, whatever I do.
Mrs. Bhamra: You let her leave her sister's wedding to go to a football match?!
Mr. Bhamra: Maybe you could handle her long face, I could not. I didn't have the heart to stop her. And that's why she's ready to go all the way to America now!
Mrs. Bhamra: She's dead, man!
Jess: It's all right, Mum, just leave it.
Mr. Bhamra: When those bloody English cricket players threw me out of their club like a dog... I never complained. On the contrary, I vowed that I will never play again. Who suffered? Me. But I don't want Jessie to suffer. I don't want her to make the same mistakes that her father made of accepting life, accepting situations. I want her to fight. And I want her to win... because I've seen her play. She is brilliant! I don't think anybody has the right of stopping her. Two daughters made happy in one day. What else can a father ask for?
Mrs. Bhamra: At least I've taught her full Indian dinner. The rest is up to God.

Bend It Like Beckham - Family Expectations vs. Personal Choices

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: [Grabs Jess and pulls her aside] Pinky is so happy and you look as if you're at my funeral.
Jess: I'm sorry, Dad.
Mr. Bhamra: [Jess hugs her fạther appreciatingly] 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: [Shows up at stadium] Joe! What's happening?
Joe: Start warming up, Bhamra. We're one-nil down, half an hour to go.

Bend It Like Beckham - Family Concerns About Jess's Soccer Aspirations

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: [[w:Nasser Hussein|Ṇạsser Ḥusseịṇ] It's all changing now. ] 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!

Bend It Like Beckham - Cultural Conflicts and Parental Expectations

Teetu's father: We're not trying to cause trouble. We felt it our duty to tell you.
Mr. Bhamra: You know how hard it is for our children here. Sometimes they misjudge and start behaving like the kids here.
Teetu's mother: All I know is that children are a map of their parents.
Pinky: You stupid flippin cow!
Mrs. Bhamra: You've ruined your sister's life! Happy now?
Pinky: The wedding's off cause of you!
Jess: Me? Why?
Mrs. Bhamra: They saw you being filthy with an English boy!
Jess: I wasn't with any English boy!
Pinky: They saw you at a bus stop kissing him! Why couldn't you do it in secret like everyone else?
Jess: Kissing? Me? A boy?! You're all bloody mad!
Mr. Bhamra: Jesminder, don't you use those swearing words!
Jess: I was at the 120 bus stop today but with Juliet. My friend. She's a girl, and we weren't kissing or anything for God's sake!
Mr. Bhamra: [Points to painting on living room wall; [w:Guru Nanak|Babaji's name] Do you swear on ]?
Jess: I swear on Babaji's name.
Mrs. Bhamra: Sometimes these English girls have such short hair... You just can't tell.
Mr. Bhamra: They must have made a mistake.
Mrs. Bhamra: His parents are just making an excuse. We were never good enough for them.
Pinky: No, I bet she was with some dykey girl from her football team! She's still been playing you know! She ain't got no job! She's been lying!
Mrs. Bhamra: Why have I two deceiving daughters? What did I do wrong in my past life?
Pinky: But she's ruined my life!
Mrs. Bhamra: Don't think I didn't knew you were sneaking out with that good-for-nothing Teetu as well!

Bend It Like Beckham - Generational Expectations and Cultural Pressure

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: [[w:Dhal|HOW TO COOK DHAL] I was married at your age! YOU DON'T EVEN WANT TO LEARN ]!
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.
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'm really good!
Mrs. Bhamra: [[w:Chapati|chapattis] Who will want a daughter-in-law who can kick a football all day but can't make round ]? 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: Mum, 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. Okay?

Bend It Like Beckham - Balancing Dreams and Family Expectations

Jess: [Mr. Bhamra bursts into room] 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: Who are you talking to?
Jess: [Mr. Bhamra sits on Jess' bed] No one, Dad.
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?