Monsoon Wedding

P.K. Dubey:
In 10 minutes exactly and approximately!

P.K. Dubey:
It has an address for sending mail through the computer.

Alice:
Mmm. E-mail?

P.K. Dubey:
You know about it?

P.K. Dubey:
Millennium style, Y2K dot com.

Pimmi Verma:
Have you changed your underwear?

Pimmi Verma:
This wedding is driving me nuts.

Lalit Verma:
These are my children, and I will protect them from myself even if I have to.

Ria Verma:
I don't think you're ready for marriage.

Aditi Verma:
I just want to settle down.

Ria Verma:
So what do you do? Get married to some guy selected by mummy and daddy, you've barely known him for a couple of weeks!

P.K. Dubey:
If he wants the work done, he must get the cash out. The one-rupee era is over.

Lalit Verma:
Computer engineers are India's biggest export.

Lalit Verma:
Tej, you would like a cigar?

Lalit Verma:
America makes everyone give up smoking.

P.K. Dubey:
See, all in foreign style, in writing.

P.K. Dubey:
Your daughter is my daughter.

Rahul Chadha:
I just fell from grace.

Aditi Verma:
I don't really know how he might think. What he expects of me.

Ria Verma:
So then call him instead of Vikram. Now please go inside before these aunties come out and start dancing on our heads.

Hemant Rai:
No sugar in mine.

Jai Chand:
You've been brainwashed by America.

Hemant Rai:
Whether our parents introduce us or whether we meet in a club what difference does it make?