I'll attack him multiple times and in every attack I'll kill him a bit

No one can come here ... and if they come then they can't go by their own wish

Let's party and get tight ... because it's love at first sight

Every person who dreams big has been to jail at some point

I am a brother for every Indian ... but for traitors like you I am a butcher

To make a hundred runs you have to start with the first run

When a bomb explodes the blast comes out, when a pant tears the thread comes out ... and in an air condition room when someone is scared ... sweat comes out

Do you go everyday in a fancy dress competition ... or changing get up is your hobby

We have the same thinking, same understanding, same heart ... that's why today step on the ground as eleven players ... but look as one player

From today we'll hit you on your head everyday for the next one year ... and you'll become shorter inch by inch

This is the blood of a common man ... and when it sheds, then it flips the horoscope of the best of the best people

If these hands rise to end crimes ... then the first neck in its grip will be yours

The sword of words will cut that thread of relationship ... that has tied us together

Who is the one who has removed the ornament of motherly love from my mother's neck and instead put on the thread of marriage with his name ... who is the one for whom my mother keeps the Karva Chauth (auspicious) fast for his long life ... who is the one who is flourishing as love in my mother's heart and as hatred in my heart?

What a face, what eyes, what lips she has ... it seems as if god has given all his staff time off ... and made her with his own hands

Problems are like the wind ... no matter how many windows you close, it still comes in

May be you didn't see it but I saw it ... that there was a dream when you were staring ... that I have often seen in my dream ... and today when I saw that dream, I was speechless

Some things become more beautiful as they grow old ... like rose, wine and you

You only see what is shown to you ... and I see what is not shown to me

If Taj Mahal is the icon of love ... then India is the story of your father