A young unwed girl discovers that she is pregnant. Scared, she confides >this 'news' to her mother. Shouting, cursing, crying, the mother says, >"Who was the pig that did this to you? I want to know!" The girl >picks >up >the phone and makes a call. > >Half an hour later a Ferrari stops in front of their house; a mature >and distinguished man with gray hair and impeccably dressed in a very >expensive suit steps out of it and enters the house. He sits in the >living room with the father, the mother and the girl, and tells them: >"Good >morning, your daughter has informed me of the problem. > >However, I can't marry her because of my personal family situation, >but >I'll take responsibility. If a girl is born I will bequeath her 2 retail >stores, a townhouse, a beach villa and a $1,000,000 bank account. If a >boy is born,my legacy will be a couple of factories and a $2,000,000 >bank >account. > >If it is twins, a factory and $1,000,000 each. However, if there is >a miscarriage, what do you suggest I do?" > >At this point, the father, who had remained silent, places a hand firmly >on the man's shoulder and tells him, "You can try again!"
Amithabh: Thank you for calling customer care... rishte mein to hum tumhare baap lagate hian filhaal ek customer care rep hain...
Customer: (angrily) I NEED YOUR MANAGER Amithabh: Jaao pehle uske manager ko laao jisne mere baap ko chor kaha tha.. Jaao pehle uske manager ko laao jisne meri maa ko gaali dekar naukri se nikaal diya tha.. Jaao pehle uske manager ko laao jisne mere haath pe yeh likh diya tha... uske baad uske baad mere bhai.. Tum jis manager ko kahoge main laaonga..
Dharmendra: Thank you for callllllliiiiingggg..... Customer: I need help Dharmendra: main aaraahoon maa... Customer: I am unable to use your product... its waste and worthless Dharmendra: Kutte mein tera khoon peejaaonga.. Customer: What!!! I need your manager Dharmendra: (To his manager) Manager is customer ke saamne nahi naachna
Shatru : Aaaaaiiin Kis ullllu ke patthe ne call kiya hai... Customer : How dare you speak like that Shatru : Khaaaamoshhhhh... seedhi tarah bolde issue kya hai warna... haaaaaaaaa!!!
Asrani: hahhaaaaaaa naya kabutar ne call kiya Customer: I lost my invoice Asrani : Hahhaaaaaaaa hamare jasoos kone kone mein phaile hue hain miljayegi hum angrezon ke zamaane ke rep hain..haahhaaa
Kestu Mukherji: Iiiiiihhhhye.... Customer: hi Kestu Mukherji : iiiihhhyeee tumko ....tumko kya problem hai Customer : I have not received my product Kestu Mukherji : To saale (hicup) main kya karoon.. Police mien report likha...
Bindu: Shabnam naam hai mera... pyar se log shabbo bolte hain..bolo main tumhare kis kaam aasakti hoon.
Shakti: AAAuuuuuu...mera naam hai balllllllllma. Thank you for calling aaauuuuu Customer: I need your manager Shakti: Mujhse baat karona.. Main ek chhota sa, nanha sa, pyarasa...rep hooon..
Mehmood: Ayyo Dyevi ... thank youji for calling ji.. Ayyo Customer : I am not devi Mehmood : Ayyo muruga... ye dyevi nai ji ... ye to dyeva hai...
Ajit: Saara shehar mujhe Lion ke naam se jaanta hai..... May I know your name please Customer : Mona Ajit: Mona darling... tumne hamein call kyun kiya Customer : (Angrily) I WANT YOUR MANAGER Ajit: Mona dear.. Agar hum tumhe hamara manager dedenge to hamein manage kaun karega....
Gabbar: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA ....Jo dargaya wo maraga... batao tumhen kya chahiye Customer : I want to buy a product from your company Gabbar: Kitne paise hai re Customer : $ 10.00 Gabbar: Suvvar Ke baccho ... sirf... $10.00...dhikkaar hai
Prem Chopra: Prem...Prem naam hai mera.. Prem chopra... Customer : I lost my invoice I need one Prem Chopra: Kar bhalaa to ho bhalaa..jaa apni invoice khud dhoondle
Rajkumar : Jaani ..... Tumhara ye call bahut keemti hai.. Ise cut mat karna Customer: I lost my invoice Rajkumar: Jaani... ye invoice hai.. Bacchon ke khelne ki cheez nahi Customer : shut up.. I need my invoice sent to me in 10 minutes... otherwise I will speak to your manager Rajkumar : Dhamki kisi aur ko jaakar dena... manager humko darasake manager mein itna dum nahi... humse hai manager... manager se hum nahi...
Sharukh: Thank you for kkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk Customer hung up the phone....
Three Indian soldiers, Jai Reddy (Tamil), Joy Bosu (Bengali), and Santa Singh are captured by Pakistani Army. The Pakistani Corp commander doesnot want to have them as POWs and has decided to execute them. They are asked what they wish to have for their last meal.
The Reddy asks for a Masala Dosai, which he is served and then taken away.
The Bosu requests a Machli Bhath, which he is served and also taken away.
Santa requests Sarson ka saag and Makki di roti. The captors are surprised and reply ' Sarson?'
Little Santa Singh farts in the classroom and his teacher gets really upset and throws him out. He goes and sits outside the class but he can't stop laughing.
The principal walks by and sees him sitting outside laughing and he says, 'Little Santa what are you doing sitting here laughing?'
Little Santa says, 'I farted in class and the teacher threw me out.'
The principle says, 'Well then why are you laughing?'
Little Santa says, 'Cause the dumb idiots are sitting in the class smelling my fart and here I am outside in this beautiful weather.'