Awara Paagal Deewana

Chhota Chhatri:
Hello... police... there is a dead body sleeping in the car near this... this bridge... my name... my name is...

Manilal:
Say, "Small umbrella, small umbrella."

Guru Gulab Khatri:
Where are you going? I'll give you a lift.

Manilal:
[stammering] What's the need of a lift? We live on the ground floor.

Guru Gulab Khatri:
What's in your pocket?

Manilal:
Nothing... that's nothing about you... I haven't written any letter about you... I'm not even going to the police.

Yeda Anna:
He turned out to be our that man.

Dr. Anmol Acharya:
What?

Yeda Anna:
That which has small, small children.

Manilal:
Dog.

Yeda Anna:
No, no. Now, what will children call him if they call their mother Mummy?

Chhota Chhatri:
Daddy.

Yeda Anna:
No, no.

Guru Gulab Khatri:
[irritated] Father.

Yeda Anna:
I will make cut you make you small like that thing.

Chhota Chhatri:
What thing?

Yeda Anna:
That thing that is long from front and long from back.

Dr. Anmol Acharya:
Limousine.

Yeda Anna:
No, man. That thing we eat with our teeth... that sweet thing.

Chhota Chhatri:
Sugar cane.