NEHA:" Are you nuts,Iqbal? Itne sentimental scene mein ye "SUPERMAN" T-shirt kahaan se utha kar pehen li?"
IQBAL:" Nuts main nahiin mera designer ho gaya hai..lagta hai tumhaare designer ke saath chai pee-peekar uska taste bhi kharab ho gaya hai."
NEHA:" Watch it, Iqbal! Just watch it. My designer rocks...at least har episode mein mere paas naye kapde to hote hain...tumhaari tarah nahiin ki 50 episodes mein ek hi jeans se kaam chalaana pade."
IQBAL:" Zyada mat ucchlo, ok? Tumhaari acting itni kharaab hai ki tum par se dhyaan hatakar tumhaare designer wardrobe par daalna padta hai...mera kya hai...even if you dress me in a sack, I'll just be as sizzling."
NEHA:"Waah, mere Chinese Sizzler! Agar is scene mein mujhe rona nahiin hota na, to abhi tak main tumhaare dentures tumhaare haath mein de deti."
IQBAL:" Size chuhiya jitna aur baatein haathi jaisi!"
NEHA:"Ab Statue of liberty ki tarah khade kya ho...go and change, agla scene abhi karna hai..aur phir mujhe do ghante sona bhi hai."
IQBAL:"Neha, maine decide kar liya hai ki main tumhe tumhaare birthday par kay dene waala hoon."
NEHA:"Kya? Potassium Cyanide? Mujhse chhutkaara paane ke liye to tum Mount Everest tak ja sakte ho."
IQBAL:" Oh , shut up! Itni sophisticated poison ka tum kya karogi...main tumhe mera favourite perfume gift karne waala hoon."
NEHA:" Please Iqbal..woh perfume nahiin! Mujhe abhi se rona aa raha hai."
IQBAL:"Accha? Aur tumhaare is Thailand ki Flea market se khareede Deodrant se mera allerggy ho-hokar aur aansoo baha-baha kar jo haal ho raah hai, uska kya?"
IQBAL:"No arguments, Neha, please. Dinky mujhse roz poochhti hai ki main shooting se rota hua kyun aata hoon...aur Ekta ne mujhe kal roses bheje the kyunki main uska glycerine ka kharcha bacha raha hoon...tumhaara ye idiotc deo hi bahot hai mujhe rulaane ke liye."
NEHA:"Tum kabhi sudhar nahiin sakte Iqbal....apni girlfriend se thoda dimaag udhaar kyun nahiin le lete? Mera jeevan safal ho jaayega."
NEHA:" Koi baat nahiin...zaar shot over hone do. main tumhe apne Deo ka super-saver pack doongi."
IQBAL:" Accha? Aur main tumhaari gaadi ka tyre puncture kar doonga."
IQBAL:" By the way, thanks for reducing your weight...ab tumhe pakadne mein meri muscles stretch nahiin hoti."
NEHA:" Hahaha...lekin mujhe dekhne ke liye tumhe hamesha apni gardan jhukaani padegi...un muscles ko stretch hone se to main nahiin rok sakti."
IQBAL:"Hmmmmmm..."
NEHA:"Hmmmm...."