Pappu: My neighbour loves the music I play. Bunty: What makes you think so? Pappu: Last night, he broke the window with a stone to hear it better!
Pappu: I'm through with that girl. Bunty: Oh, why? Pappu: She asked me if I danced. Bunty: Well, what's wrong with that? Pappu: I was dancing with her when she asked me!
Pappu: You should see my girl. Beautiful as a mirage. Bunty: That's the wrong simile. A mirage is something you can see but can't get your hands on. Pappu: That's my girl!
Jeeto to her son, "Now, Pappu, you can't have the hammer to play with. You'll hit your fingers." Pappu: No, I won't, Mom. Bunty is going to hold the nails!
Pappu: They say we learn from our mistakes. Bunty: Yeah, quite right. Pappu: That's why I'm making as many as possible. I'll soon be a genius!