prithvi n kripa are bout to get married when a fumin angad enters the scene..
angad: nahi yeh shaadi nahi ho sakti?
prithvi: yo ! angad dude,wats ur problem? tumhar paas aur koi kaam nahi hai kya? jab dekho kripa ke peeche a jate ho
a: shut p prithvi, apni english sambhalo aur america wapas jao, kripa meri hai..samjhe
p: main bhi dekhta hoon ki kaun yeh shaadi rokta hai.
a: accha, tumhe lagta hai ki kripa ki sympathy win karke tum usse shaadi karloge, nahi... woh mujhse pyar karti hai
p: look, tumhare paas mishti hai na..
a: chal hatt....apni uss buffalo behen ko apne paas rakh..jab dekho chipkali ki tarah merre satth chipki rehti hai
mishti: angad! how dare u call me chipkali. and buffalo.. bhai ab to tum kripa se hi shaadi karna..
a: arre main kya mar gaya hoon..dekhta hoon meri dulhan ko kaun bhagata hai..aur tu chupp reh buffalo..bahut bolti hai..
p: hey man! watch ur mouth...oye pandit start the phera's
a: pandit ji...agar aapne phere padhe to aap kaal subah ka suraj nahi deekh paange.
pandit: harre ram...yeh kaisa ghor kalyug aa gaya hai .. main to chala..
angad: NA RAHEGA PANDIT... NA HOONGE PHEERE ..NA SHAADI.
m: bhai aab kya karen?
p: i dunno..tumhare paas sindoor ya lipstick hai
m: bhai, iss vakt tum make up karoge kya?
p: no duffer, kripa ki maang bharunga
a: o dont u dare
meanwhile kripa comes
k: ye kya ho raha hai
angad rushes to kripa...takes out a dibbi of sindoor..and fills her maang..
k: yeh kya natak karte rehte ho?
a: chalo, let me call panditji...kripa do u hav pandit ji's cell number?
k: nahi to
a: to chalo phir hum logg mandir chalke shaadi karte hain
k: ok...magar honeymoon ke liye paris jayenge
a: arre meri maan pehle proper shaadi to kar.. ]
they leave in angad's RED CAR..
m: bhai tum kya khade ho kucch karte kyun nahi?
p: i have changed my mind..main to harshini se shaadi karunga
m: offo to merra kya hoga? 😕