Laila makes her mandatory Monday appearance. Roti, Dal and Namak take on hidden meanings.
Laila: Who's that girl?
Rudra: Less questions, more clothes
Laila: usually its no questions, no clothes.
Rudra: Shut up, pack your most sexy lehenga and choli in this plastic bag.
Laila: Oye! Don't push me hero. I will turn from Nachnewali to KaatneWali.
Moonchiya shudders to think exactly what she plans to cut as Kaatnewali.
Moonchiya: Ja ja, your dal doesn't taste good.
Laila: No booty call for you tonite. Get out.
Moonchiya: Haan, haan, like I care. I get better rotis at home anyway.
The resident Charlie Chaplin arrives and lands on Paro. Goldie and Paro play the curly and mo.
Goldie: Abdo Dabdo Gabdo
Kaun hai ladki in Rudra Baisa's Kapdo?
Rudra: None of your business, get lost.
Goldie: Who's that girl? ahahahaha, ahahaha, ahahahaha
Rudra: This is not comedy nights with Kapil and you are not Archana Puran Singh. Stop with your stupid plastic laughter.
Goldie: Hain? Why this Kolaveri? Abdo Gabdo Dabdo, You are feeling sleepy, very sleepy, very horny and sleepy, no more horny and less sleepy...
Rudra: Shut up before I throw you lock, stock and barrel out of the house
DanVeer: no, this is your cousin, Beta say hello.
Rudra: Get lost! both of you! I need to sleep and eye sax with my captive.
Paro: Oh, you are back.Who is that girl?
Rudra: If I hear one more time - who's that girl, i'll kill someone
Paro sways her long sleeves in air and checks out her funny mirror before going off to sleep.
Rudra: Don't mind if I peek at you once in a while.
Paro: Don't mind me doing the same.
Rudra wakes up from his dream. He escapes from the room before the girl finds out the kind of really really Adbo Gabdo Dabdo dreams he'd been having all night.
Mythili: Amma wants grandkids
Samrat: What do we do?
Mythili: I don't know. Should we do pooja?
Samrat: We tried that last month. and this is the 12th havan this year! No use.
Mythili: How about some Tel to your head?
Samrat: Do you think that will work?
Mythili: its better than doing nothing, isn't it?
Samrat: There's got to be a better way. I just can't figure out for the life of me why we can't have kids
Mythile: Please don't angry. calm down.
Samrat: F*** this sh**, let me get Babaji ki ViBhoothi.
SJ: Someone please book them a two day trip on Palace on Wheels and place a Guidebook "How to make babies in 90 days or less" on the coffee table.
Later
Rudra: I told you do not touch my things.
Paro: Its stuck
Rudra: I suggest releasing it. I do it all the time.
Paro: I can't. Its all the way in
Rudra: Pull it out.
Paro: How can I pull it out. Its your things. i don't want to tear it, i want to preserve it.
Rudra: Ok, I will pull it out.
Rrrippp
Paro: Oui ma, my arms got exposed.
Rudra: arms, fair arms, slim arms, shapely arms, let me ogle.
Paro: Chi, don't look, let me cover it up before my chastity is ruined forever
Rudra: ahemm, errr, cough, yes, yes. we need to do something about this arrangement.