
Yash, Aarti & Aakash (together): DRUNK? What the hell are you saying Ishita?
Ishita: I swear on you Yash...ji. He was behaving as if he is in a night club and not an Incubator room. He corrupted the other babies also. The nurse couldn't handle the four brats. One began singing "jahan chaar yaar mil jayen, wahin raat ho gulzaar"...and Aayu was clapping the hardest.
Aakash: Have you gone crazy woman?
Aarti: How dare you speak like that of my decent son of a decent father? By the way why can't you swear on your own husband.
Yash: Have you lost it Ishita?
Ishita: No, no believe me...please...I was passing by and the nurse called me and gave him to me and told me to take him to the Mental Hospital next door.

Aayu: Psst! Papa...she is lying.
Yash: I know, I know...my baby...humara baby can never do such a thing.
Aarti: (coochie coo) My sweet baby of my sweet husband...you can never behave badly. Don't worry beta, I am soon going to give her a tight slap for spreading stories about you.
Aayu: Uffo Papa...Mumma! She is lying about the mental hospital. The nurse...
Yash: Of course, she is Aayu. She is doing that a lot of late.
Aayu: Will you two listen to me?...The nurse told her to admit me to Rehab Ward.
Yash: What? How dare she? I will not tolerate this nonsense.
Aayu: Err...papa. Maybe it's not nonsense.
Yash: Aayu, I don't understand.
Aayu: Look, whatever happened happened...it's not your fault or mumma's fault that I was CONceived as I was CONceived, so it should not be so CONfusing that the outcome of an unCONtrolled CONtribution by both of you under the CONgenial influence of CONcentrated bhaang should result in a little tipsy CONduct by your just-born Aayu...Hick...
Yash & Aarti (look at each other as realization dawns): Oh no! Aayu...humara baby...
Aayu: It's OK...Hick...I am fine...Aakash chachu let's party...let the Salads roll...Hick...Papa, mumma let's dance...Jai jai shiv shankar...Hick!