Jonathan Rhys MeyersQuotes

Brian Slade: I knew I should create a sensation, gasped the Rocket, and he went out. (Oscar Wilde - from the Remarkable Rocket)

Chris Wilton: It would be fitting if I were apprehended... and punished. At least there would be some small sign of justice - some small measure of hope for the possibility of meaning.

Chris Wilton: [[Sophocles] ] said, that to never have been born may be the greatest boon of all.

Chris Wilton: The innocent are sometimes slain to make way for grander schemes. You were collateral damage.

Chris Wilton: You can learn to push the guilt under the rug and go on. Otherwise, it overwhelms you.

Chris Wilton: The man who said "I'd rather be lucky than good" saw deeply into life. People are afraid to face how great a part of life is dependent on luck. It's scary to think so much is out of one's control. There are moments in a match when the ball hits the top of the net, and for a split second, it can either go forward or fall back. With a little luck, it goes forward, and you win. Or maybe it doesn't, and you lose.

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?

Jess: Joe! I'm going! They said I could go!

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

Jess: What you playing at?

Opposing team player: [[w:Anti-Indian sentiment|Piss off, Paki; Jess repeatedly shoves the opposing player] ]!

Referee: Go away. Number 7, come here.

Mr. Paxton: What's the matter with you, ref?

Referee: [Gives a penalty marker to Jess] Number 7. Violent conduct towards a player.

Jess teammates: No! You can't do that! You haven't seen any of it, have yah? It's out of order!

Football boy 1: She is so hard!

Football boy 2: Oh, man! Unlucky, Tony, mate!

Joe: [[w:Queens Park Rangers F.C.|QPR in the final] What the hell's wrong with you, Bhamra?! I don't ever want to see anything like that from you ever again! We're lucky they're not suspending players from this tournament! Excellent! We've got ]. Three cheers - hip, hip!

Team: Hurray!

Joe: Hip, hip!

Team: Hurray!

Joe: Hip, hip!

Team: Hurray!

Joe: Brilliant!

Jess: Why did you yell at me like that? You knew the ref was out of order!

Joe: You could have cost us the tournament!

Jess: But it wasn't my fault!

Jess: You didn't have to shout at me!

Joe: I'm your coach. I have to treat you the same as everyone else

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.

Joe: Your parents didn't look too pleased yesterday. Have you come to tell me you're off the team for good?

Jess: It's not fair. I'm either going to let the team down or piss them off, and I don't want to upset anyone.

Joe: Why are they so frightened to let you play?

Jess: They want to protect me.

Joe: From what?

Jess: This is taking me away from everything they know.

Joe: Whose life are you living, Jess? If you try pleasing em for ever, you're gonna end up blaming em.

Jess: [''Joe puts on a dejected face''] What, like you? I'm sorry.

Joe: No, you're right. I stopped talking to my dad because we had nothing to talk about. Spent a year getting pissed trying to forget about the game, but I couldn't.

Jess: Yeah, but I can't just stop talking to them, like you.

Joe: I don't talk to my dad because I know what he'd say. He'd piss himself if he knew I was coaching girls!

Jess: How do you know that? How do you know he wouldn't be proud that you didn't just give up? You should be proud of what you've given all of us.

Joe: Then why are you giving up?

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 mom'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: [''Ẇạlks ạwạy''] You bitch!

Jess: Shit! Jules.

Joe: Jules!

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!

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: [Pulls up pant leg to reveal gnarled scar on knee] 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. Does yours affect your game? Look, don't worry about it. No one's gonna care once you're out there. What happened?

Jess: [[w:working overtime at Heathrow Airport|Heathrow; [w:Baked beans#Commercial production and international consumption|cook beans on toast] You don't want to know. Nah, it just looks awful. I was eight. My mum was ]. And I was trying to ]. 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, aren't I? Come on! I want to see some sweat on you!

Declan: Delta, do you copy?

Zhen: [''mocking Declan''] All I do is copy.

Declan: That's funny. Get ready to move into position.

Zhen: I'm already there.

Declan: Now we've pissed off every Italian in Rome, go do what you gotta do.

Ethan: Don't forget to smoke.

Declan Gormley: Guys, a Batman is hot!

Declan: Alright that was lucky, we only get one of these.

James Reece: [points a gun at a man] Stop! Give me your charger!

Charlie Wax: Yeah! That's the big boss shit I'm looking for

James Reece: [pulls hammer on gun; the man gives Reece his charger] Give me your charger!

Charlie Wax: What the fuck are you doing man?

James Reece: What the fuck does it look like I'm doing? I'm charging my fucking cell.

James Reece: [Mocking Wax's earlier statement] Wax on, Wax off.

Charlie Wax: What about it?

James Reece: I don't get it. Are you The Karate Kid or something?

Charlie Wax: If you wanna be a secret agent man, you have to roll like a secret agent man. It's code.

James Reece: Code?

Charlie Wax: Yeah. Code. Wax is on, he's gonna take you off. Gives them something to think about, throws them off balance. Got it?

James Reece: Got it.

Charlie Wax: Good.

Charlie Wax: Nice work Reece.

James Reece: [splattered in blood] What's so nice about it?

Charlie Wax: How bout the fact that he's dead and you're alive.

James Reece: I'm not your driver. I'm your partner.

Charlie Wax: Yeah, you're the chess player. I read your file.

James Reece: You play?

Charlie Wax: Do I look like I play board games?

James Reece: I don't know where the fuck we're going, or what the fuck this is about!

Charlie Wax: What the fuck do you think this is about? It's about terrorists! It's about terrorists, man, converting their finances into drugs so they can move it around without being detected.

Charlie Wax: Shoot the fucker.

James Reece: I'm not gonna shoot him, Wax.

Charlie Wax: Next time I tell you to shoot the fucker, shoot the fucker!

James Reece: [accepts printout] Thank you, Cindy.

Secretary: Welcome...

James Reece: [reading] African Aid Summit prep meeting with the Foreign Minister tomorrow at noon, Summit Conference on Wednesday, G8 Undersecretary conference dinner on Thursday, and a reception for the Secretary of State Friday, sir.

Ambassador Bennington: [moves his queen] Can't you see we have more urgent matters to consider, Reece?

James Reece: [counter moves his queen''] Of course, sir.

James Reece: Check.

Ambassador Bennington: Must you always be so methodical?

James Reece: Well that's what you pay me for, sir.

Ambassador Bennington: And you're worth every penny. But that doesn't mean I'm just going to sit here and watch you copy Fischer's ambush on Spassky back in 72.