IQBAL:"Acting bhi kya-kya din dikhati hai...hamesha hero ko hi kyun goli lagti hai? Damn! Main yahaan Mumbai ki road par flat hoon aur woh Neha madam ek A/C room mein make-up shot de rahi hogi."
NEHA:"Ye Iqbal bhi na! Ismein itna jealous hone ki kya baat hai.....meri galti thode hi hai ki use Kripa ka nahiin Angad ka role mila hai....these jealous men, I tell you!"
IQBAL:" Sigh! Mannkarta hai ki jisne ye scene likha hai, jaakar uske cheeks kiss kar loon....finally, thoda rest to mila varna Neha...oops...Kripa ke chakkar mein us Sumo wrestler ke peecche bhaag-bhaagkar meri pudina chutney ban gayee thi...abhi aa jaayegi heroine aankhon mein 3 litre glycerine lekar."
NEHA:" Wow! Sarkar ke nakhre to dekho...kaise bed par flat hokar aaraam farma raha hai...aur ek main hoon jo subah se is costume aur nautanki jewellery mein iske liye glycerine baha rahi hoon."
IQBAL:" Good Gracious Lord! Neha, tumhaare expressions phir pehle jaise ho rahein hain....aur agar tum mujhe is tarah ghoorti rahogi to mujhe sacch mein is hospital mein admit hona padega."
NEHA:" Haan, haan, expressions ke king....tumhaara star scene hai isliye kucch zyada hi munh khul raha hai tumhara."
IQBAL:" Oh Damn! Lagta hai naaraaz ho gayi...ab ye mera lunch-box phir se chhupa degi."