Basanti don't dance in front of these dogs

We work only for money

The police will come when I die ... and when the police comes the old lady will go to jail ... and in the jail the old lady will grind, and grind, and grind, and grind, and grind

Do you have a calendar in your house ... look at the year of 1997 carefully, because you won’t be able to see 1998

I smell the bad odor of bastardy from your talks ... now your death is sure from my hands

If you kill one then we will kill four

You bloody dog ... i will drink your blood

People who wear a shroud don’t count hours ... they count moments

Wifey, the fun of love is in doing it in hiding

One by one I will choose and kill ... I will choose and kill

Until the blood of a man and the tears of a woman shed out ... you can't estimate their value

Hey, neighborhood is for dogs you sister sucker ... not for a tiger

How many times have I told you ... have fun, don't fall in love

Life is just like the soul of the snow ... it stays for sometime and then melts ... but for the time it stays, it looks beautiful

If you do any more dirty things ... then the village council won't give the judgement ... I will

Only that person has a heart of a man ... whose mother’s milk has courage

There is emotion, drama, tragedy in this story

This land is thirsty and the day its thirst will end ... this land will turn into gold

The desire to get a little more, the search for something better ... in these swirls a person loses everything that he has ... and the search never ends ... but the time ends

I don’t dig, I only bury