jhoot. (Looking at Mitrajit) Aur yeh sab mein harassment barti hain ma baap ka.
Mitrajit (to himself) : Aur kya. Sab besharam,
hopeless. (With an enthusiasm) Pata hain, in logon ko na pakar pakar ke kothe pe bhej dena chahiye. Phir jab inka cherry girega toh shaadi karwa do! Bas Done! Pritam : Aur shaadi ke baad pyaar toh aise hi ho jata hain. So this my friend is the only valid treatment of homosexuality/these people.
Mitrajit : Treatment (with a sarcastic laugh)
Treatment! (Seriously) Aur agar yeh treatment kaam na aye? Tab? Agar yeh pyaar reh jata hain, tab?
Pritam (uncomfortably) : Matlab?
Mitrajit (with a straight look at Pritam) : Matlab,
agar pyaar reh jaye toh? Agar pyaar rules ko follow nahi kar paya toh?
Pritam (sweating) : No, this can't be!
Mitrajit : But it is! Main rules ko follow kar nahi pa
raha hoon!
Pritam (stammering) : Aise m-mat bolo. I can't! Sab
hasenge! Koi nahi samjhega! (with a rage)
Mitrajit (broken) : Aur main? Tum? Tum ban rahe ho
sabke tarah?
Pritam (emotionally shattered) : Ghar pe nahi manenge.
Agar nahi bhi hoga toh bhi tumhe bhulna chahta hoon!
Mitrajit (with tears) : Is liye yeh drama? Right?
Everyday the same escape! Har din apne aap ko chota mehsus karwa ke khush ho na tum?
Pritam (avoiding eye contact) : Khush nahi bhi honge
toh bhi bhulna hain. Humara koi astitva nahi hain. They say we don't have any existence. (looking down)
Mitrajit (with a hopeful smile) : We have. Ekbaar
kareeb aao. Bachpan se pehchan ta hoon tumhe. Yeh ek cheez aur acha lag nahi raha hain. Haath pakdo mera, please ekbaar.