A Dialogue A Day

Hollywood. Bollywood. Updated twice a week.

Permalink Pappa: Juice peevanu, Carrom ramvanu. Majja ni life!
Permalink (Contributed by @wakeupharshad)
Shahenshah: Rishte main toh hum tumhare baap lagte hai. Naam hai Shahenshah.
Permalink (Contributed by Pulin)
Mickey Goldmill: Slip the jab will ya, Slip the jab, That’s right, That’s it, Hey I didn’t hear no bell, Alright that’s right slip the jab, That’s it mentalize, See that bum in front of you, You see yourself doing right and you’ll do right, That’s pretty, That’s very pretty, TIME, Come here rock, My god your ready ain’t you, That apollo won’t know what hit him, Your gonna roll over him like a bulldozer an italian bulldozer, You know kid I know how you feel about this fight that’s comin up, cause I was young once too, And I’ll tell you something if you wasn’t here I prolly wouldn’t be alive today, The fact that your here and doing as well as your doing gives me what do you call it motivation, Huh to stay alive, Cause I think that people die sometimes when they don’t want to live no more, And nature is smarter than people think, Little by little we lose our friends, we lose everything, we keep losing and losing until we say Aw what the hell am I living around here for I got no reason to go on, But we do kid, Boy I got a reason to go on, And I’m gonna stay alive, And I will watch you make good, And I’ll never leave you until that happens, Cause when I leave you you’ll not only know how to fight, You’ll be able to take care of yourself outside of the ring too is that ok, Now I got a little gift for you, Wait a minute, Wait a minute now, Wait a minute, Look at this, See that, This here is the favorite thing I have on this earth and rocky marciano gave me that, You know what it was, His cufflink, And now I’m giving it to you, And it’s gonna be like an angel on your shoulder, If you ever get hurt and you feel like your going down, This little angel is gonna whisper in your ear he’s gonna say Get up you son of a bitch, Cause micky loves you, Ok go after him kid, Go after him.
Permalink Raj: Bhai sahab, ek baat bataiye yeh photo tumhare pass aaya kaise?

Pappu Pager: Dekh bhai, who kya hai ki Bunnu naam ka chokra tere murder ki supari leke mere pass aaya tha aur yeh photo bhi saath mein laaya tha.
Raj: Tu meri supari lekar mujhe marega?

Pappu Pager: Isse waaste Pappu tere pass aayela hai
Raj: Abe shamshaan ke bhuje hue koyle, tune mujhe kya paan ki dukaan samajhi hai jo meri supari khayega? (slaps Pappu Pager)

Pappu Pager: Aye haath nahi laganeka, baat ko samjhaane to de!
Raj: Abe mare hue kauve ke pankh, tu mujhe samjhayega? (pushes Pappu Pager)

Papper Pager: Aye dhakka nahi deneka, baat ko samjhaane to de?
Raj: Abe jale hue daambar ke (Pappu’s goons pick up their weapons) Aye showcase ke putlo ki tarah tum wahin khade raho nahi ton tumhari dukaanbhi jar dunga! Aye Pappu Pager, agli baar supari ki baat ki na toh paan ki supari ki tarah chaba jaunga aur thookunga bhi nahi. Chal Gaffoor.
Gaffoor: Chal.

Pappu Pager: Aye… tum log ghabraane ka nahi, samjha kya. Aaj Pappu Pager ko doosri baar koi bhaari aadmi padela hai. Kuch sochna padega.
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Narrator: If I did have a tumor, I’d name it Marla. Marla… the little scratch on the roof of your mouth that would heal if only you could stop tonguing it, but you can’t.
Permalink Govind: Tareekh pe tareekh milti rahi hai lekin insaaf nahin milta. Milti hai to  sirf tareekh. Kanoon ke dalalon ne tareekh ko ek hathiyar ki tarah  istemaal kiya hai
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Gimli: Oh come on, we can take ‘em. Aragorn: It’s a long way. Gimli: Toss me. Aragorn: What? Gimli: I cannot jump the distance, you’ll have to toss me. [pauses, looks up at Aragorn] Gimli: Don’t tell the elf. Aragorn: Not a word.
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GOD: Zarre Zarre main usi ka noor hain,
jhank khud main, woh na tuzse door hai.
Ishq hai usse, toh sabhi se ishq kar,
Ishq hai usse, toh sabhi se ishq kar,
Is ibadat ka yehi dastoor hain.
Is main, us main aur us main hain wohi,
Is main, us main aur us main hain wohi,
Yaar mera har taraf bharpoor hain.
     
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[Carolyn is introducing Lester to the Real Estate King] Carolyn Burnham: My husband, Lester. Buddy Kane: It’s a pleasure. Lester Burnham: Oh, we’ve met before, actually. This thing last year, Christmas at the Sheraton… Buddy Kane: [pretends to remember] Oh yeah, yes… Lester Burnham: It’s OK, I wouldn’t remember me either. Carolyn Burnham: [laughs nervously] Honey, don’t be weird. Lester Burnham: OK honey, I won’t be weird. I’ll be whatever what you want me to be. [Lester kisses Carolyn wildly, then looks at the Real Estate King] Lester Burnham: We have a very healthy relationship. Buddy Kane: I see. Lester Burnham: Well, don’t know about you guys, but I need a drink.
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Harvey Dent: You either die a hero or live long enough to see yourself become the villain.
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Veerendra Pratap: Karara jawab milega!
Permalink Jesse: Dude! You got a tattoo! 
Chester: So do you, dude! Dude, what does my tattoo say? 
Jesse: “Sweet!” What about mine? 
Chester: “Dude!” What does mine say? 
Jesse: “Sweet!” What about mine? 
Chester: “Dude!” What does mine say? 
Jesse: “Sweet!” What about mine? 
Chester: “Dude!” What does mine say? 
Jesse: “Sweet!” What about mine? 
Chester: “Dude!” But what does mine say? 
Jesse: “Sweet!” What about mine? 
Chester: “Dude!” What does mine say? 
Jesse: “S - wee - t!” What about mine? 
[later] 
Chester: [angry] “Dude!” What does mine say? 
Jesse: [screaming] “Sweet!”
Permalink Tony D’Amato:  I don’t know what to say, really…
3 minutes…to the biggest battle of our professional lives…all comes down to today… Either, we heal, as a team, or we’re gonna crumble…inch by inch, play by play…to we’re finished, we’re in hell right now, gentlemen…believe me…and we can stay here, get the shit kicked out of us…or… we can fight our way back…into the light…we can climb outta hell…one inch at a time…now, I cant do it for you…I’m too old…I look around, I see this young faces, and I think…I mean, I’ve made every wrong choice a middle-aged man can make…I…eh…I pissed away all my money, believe it or not…I chased off anyone’s who’s ever loved me…and lately, I cant even stand the face I see in the mirror…you know, when you get old in life, things get taken from you…well that’s….that’s part of life…but, you only learn that, when you start losing stuff…you find out, life’s a game of inches…so is football…because, in either game, life or football, the margin for error is so small, I mean, one half a step too late, or too early, and you don’t quite make it, one half second too slow, too fast, you don’t quite catch it, the inches we need are everywhere around us… they’re in every break of the game, every minute, every second….on this team, we fight for that inch… on this team, we tear ourselves and everyone else around us, to pieces for that inch…we claw with our fingernails for that inch…because we know, when we head up all those inches, that’s gonna make the fucking difference, between winning and losing!
Between living and dying!! I’ll tell you this: in any fight, its the guy who’s willing to die, who’s gonna win that inch…and I know, if I’m gonna have any life anymore…Its because I’m still willing to fight and die for that inch…because, that’s what living is! The six inches in front of your face…!! Now, I cant make you do it, you gotta look at the guy next to you, look into his eyes! Now, I think you’re gonna see a guy, who will go that inch with you…You’re gonna see a guy, who will sacrifice himself, for this team, because he knows, when it comes down to it, you’re gonna do the same for him… That’s a team, gentlemen…and, either we heal, NOW, as a team, or we will die…as individuals…that’s football, guys…that’s all it is…now, what are you gonna do?
Permalink Babu Rao: Achcha bolo tumhara samasya kya hai, bolo?
Shyam: Ji mera naam Shyam hai.

Babu Rao: Aah. Toh yeh tumhara samasya hai…Haan toh naam badal dalo, usmein gaon se idhar aane ki kya zaroorat hai?
Permalink Sherlock Holmes : This mustn’t register on an emotional level. First distract target. Then block his blind jab. Counter with cross to left cheek. Discombobulate. Dazed, he’ll attempt wild haymaker. Employ elbow block and body shot. Block feral left, weaken right jaw. Now fracture. Break cracked ribs. Traumatize solar plexus. Dislocate jaw entirely. Heel kick to diaphragm. In summary, ears ringing, jaw fractured, three ribs cracked, four broken, diaphragm hemorrhaging. Physical recovery six weeks. Full psychological recovery six months. Capacity to spit at back of head. Neutralized.