“FISH CAUGHT IN THE HOOK...”

“Hey! The cranky receiver of the dead telephone!”

“I am the horror of the underworld... Fontu Singh!”

“Oh, yes. I know. Just the memory chip went phut, you see.”

“My name is Montu Singh. There's a film on my life... ...Singh is King.”

“...If you do kidnap the whole of Kolkata... ...who'll be paying the ransom?”

“So, what's up? The celebrations? Stepping in as a new hero of Bengali film...”

“Neither I spare the rest, nor I spare myself any rest. My name is Muktadhara.”

“Abortions! Like what all the leading mafias do... ...abortions after abortions after abortions.”

“Wow! I don't need recharging, eh? Mine isn't a man's life, right? I'm immune from all hormonal tricks, you mean?”

“Oh, I really wish people just thronged around to see your first film. Just a sec. Wanna know... ...Original story, or pirated?”

“Nanibala... ...used to bite her nails. Nanibala... Maybe it's because of you I'm blessed with love I know you are peerless! Nanibala!”

“Look at all these books. GODFATHER! This one... QUIET FLOWS THE DON! Guess the meaning of the title... ... Mr. Don flees away...quietly.”

“Hey! Hey, you! Fleeing away, eh? Aren't you ashamed of yourself? Wanna drag it to the last scene? Playing the tricks to have a bigger role, no?”

“There was a girl called Nanibala... ...used to live in a ladies' hostel. The whole day... sitting by the window... ...she used to bite her nails! I will never forget Nanibala.”

“We'll thrash them in all dictions and in all directions. Let's move. Everybody buck up. No more tomfoolery. Now the real... ...er... real... er... real battle. Now the real battle! Now... Abortion! Oops! Shit! What disgrace! Operation! Operation! Now...”

“It's you who invokes the rain in the town. But the rain doesn't soak my soul. My soul's for you... ...and deep down there... ...celebrations all around! When I behold you... ...it seems your body's made up of the soft rose petals! Your lips... ...are they the same artist as they had once been?”

“I've got a career. Don't you guys know that? A career! No mafia don invites me to a party. They keep on calling on Dawood twice a year. They keep on consulting him. They set the correspondence courses right. And me? No one just gives a damn for me. Hey! Won't I ever be able to become someone like Dawood Ibrahim?”