What are you staring at me with these big big eyes for ... I'll cut your neck like a chicken, and I'll put it in chicken biryani

I'm a Hyderabadi girl ... I'll remove your eyes and play marbles with it

Your story has taught me a lesson ... that no one has got anything before time and more than destiny ... looking at his (god's) justice it's essential to say ... wow you're great, wow you're great

The lesson of loyalty cannot be taught ... if you learn it then you can't forget it ... this beautiful pain can't be hidden in the heart ... and if anyone asks then it can't be told either

What has your father given me ... one mug, one plate, one loincloth and that to torn, one girl and that to crazy ... you have always considered me a rascal, move away now where is my Meena

If I don't cut his neck, lock it up, and decorate like a flower ... then I'm not from Hyderabad

Hey you broken tower of a blind candle ... has the oil in the lamps of your eyes finished

I want to take his wealth ... I want to make a wall of money ... within that I want a roof of money, floor of money, furniture of money, stove of money, utensils of money ... we will cook money, we will eat money and then we will stick to it like money

Hey you cold lathered water from boiling rice ... why are you jumping in old age?

When wife's like you become an old case ... then they get so angry that ... they don't even remain in a condition to be kept in the showcase

During the day every husband says no ... and in the night he says yes

Only one of my screws is lose ... all others are tight