In this age when bones break ... then it is very hard to join them together

After I make you into morsel for death ... I will pierce the spear of death in your chest

I only shoot those people who bark more than what's needed

Every thief doesn't die his own death ... he gets killed

When this hand falls on someone in the Indian style ... then that person flies like a ball not only behind the boundary ... but also out of the stadium

You were sent to stop me ... and I was sent to kill you

If a woman keeps an ocean of compassion and affection in her heart ... then she also keeps the fire of hatred ... and even a small spark of which can burn anyone into ashes

I don't have the line of death in my hand

I fought against death to destroy injustice ... now o take iron against you, look this iron has come

When it comes to hitting then Mr. Ajju doesn't look at the gender

To fire a gun you need courage in your backside and not in your finger

This is the line of your death ... and if you try to cross it then I will send you across this world

Blood will flow here every moment, everyday ... and it will flow until ... this land doesn't turn red from their blood

I am that trouble who breaks the head of dogs like you with shoes

It is better to shed blood than sweat ... not your own but of others

Small fishes never threaten big fishes

The wings of an ant and the head of a snake ... should be smashed in the start itself

There is Gandhi in me, there is Patel in me ... and there is a little bit of Bhagat Singh also in me

Once you take the gun in your hand ... your heart and mind should be completely on the prey

I will kill you and with a lot of style