"Bunty and Babli."
"They hustle then, they hustle now."
"Bunty and Babli."
"Making money all around."
"Never do they settle down."
Twisty, what's that step? - No.
Stop!
What?
It's not like this.
Forget the steps.
You need swag. - Swag?
Swag.
Show me.
Hold the girls and swag them.
Swag. - Yeah, swag.
Oh, swag. - Fine.
We'll take it from the top again. - Yes.
5, 6, 7, 8...play it again.
Swag. Swag.
Do you know... Wasim's nose was bleeding?
If you two hadn't stopped me...
...he would've bled out from his ass.
Why can't you control yourself?
You're so violent. I feel threatened.
That's the limit.
How's it about you?
My best friend is...
He's trying to sway my sister...
...and you're making it about something else.
You're such a hypocrite, Pawan. What's your problem?
Is it that he's your friend...or that his name's Wasim?
My problem is...I am neither Bunty nor are you Babli...
...so why are we dancing to this song?
We'll be dancing to this number.
And I'll play Bachchan's role.
If the marriage's going to be Kanpur style...
...then the musical night will Sainik farm style.
Twisty, I'll be right back.
Dude, stop fighting...start dancing.
Don't ruin tonight's show.
From the top. 5, 6, 7, 8.
"Man of character, with a lot of soul."
"Bunty and Babli."
"They call him Bunty with a heart of Gold."
"Bunty and Babli."
"Like a beautiful angel coming out of the cold."
"Bunty and Babli."
"There's just one Babli, and that's the show."
"Bunty and Babli."
"They are coming to your town."
"They hustle then, they hustle now."
What the fuck are you doing here?
I came to wish you.
Or should I say...bless you.
Hi.
You are...
Boyfriend. He's her boyfriend.
Oh, Ranjeet, grow up.
Doodle, how are you?
How about a duet with aunty?
Come on, let's go.
I'll see you later. - I am joking.
Swag!
Huh!
My ex-boyfriend.
What?
Your ex is your mother's...
What?
Come, papa's family is here too.
Your mother's invited us to lunch.
What?
Pawan...it's not nice to play with your phone while eating.
Look at him.
He's busy...on the Ipad.
Son, what class are you in? Sonny.
Third.
Daniel, did you touch uncle and aunty's feet.
You called him Daniel? - Yes.
Not me, Shirley.
Shirley...
What's that?
Daniel. - He's mischievous.
Daniel! Catch him.
What can I do? Get under the table?
Daniel darling. Come out, sweety.
He's very mischievous, just like his father.
It's killer man.
Son... hey, hat-guy.
Are you from his side or hers?
So, he must be from her side.
Nephew?
Nephew.
Aunty, how about some hakka noodles.
Son, what do you do?
Well...I am a photographer.
I see...
...you do look like one.
You know...back in my younger days...
...even I did a lot of photography.
I would pick-up my camera...and just leave.
Click pictures of anything I came across.
What's his name?
I've taken Dalai Lama's picture.
When he was young.
And Dara Singh visited our city once.
I even took his picture.
You put that up on the fridge.
Why don't you pay us a visit some day, we'll show you.
Listen, how about we tell him for the photography.
Yes, of course.
Go ahead. - Right.
Listen...
Since it's your sister's wedding...
...you cannot sit idle.
There're lots of things to do...rituals to perform.
You must lift the sister in your arms...during the garland exchange.
You can't just sit on your aunt's lap and gobble sweets.
I say...you handle all the photography.
Roli, that's a nice idea. - Isn't it?
You aren't eating anything, Ranjeet.
Have some rice?
What's a bhanja?
And yes, keep the non-veg and veg plates separate.
Pawan. - Thank you.
Listen to me. - I don't want to.
Just listen.
You call once in six months.
Don't show up for years together.
How could I tell you?
Your friend's sister... - I love her, you fool.
I can even give my life for her, get it?
I thought now that you're in the city...
...you'll have an open view about things.
You'll help us, but...
You'll always stay the same, never change.
You know what, all the best for your wedding.
I'll leave.
Happy marriage, and happy married life.
Hello...what happy married...
Have you gone mad?
What's wrong with you?
My parents are upset.
I am in a fix with this marriage.
My sister's angry.
And my in-laws are making a mess of things.
And now you...
Sarang, that photographer.
Who is he?
Nephew.
He's no nephew, he's my mother-in-law's boyfriend.
He's...also Shahana's ex-boyfriend as well.
Don't go now.
Please, don't do this.
Little...little...
Face...
You're killing me, Sushi baby.
One sec.
Yeah...
Punnu. - Yeah.
What are you doing here?
Son...I know your in-laws are Punjabi and modern. - Yeah.
They kiss and hug as well.
But kissing on the lips?
Nephews never kiss their aunt on the lips?
Where?
Mom, it must be a mistake. - It wasn't a mistake, Punnu.
I saw it myself.
They aimed it deliberately on the lips - Mom, you're...
Sir...please come with me. - What...
It's a chaos.
Please, sir... - Okay, I am coming.
Please... - Go on, I am coming.
Where? - There's been a problem out there.
Oh, God! What happened?
'Punjabi folk song'
Uncle, get up.
"Poor old boy."
"Still a bachelor."
"Condition's really bad, oh my."
"Now out of his fields, and dressed up-to-date."
"Out to collect his degree."
"You got robbed for no reason."
"You're a sharp girl, like a sword."
Here, here, here... - Once more.
Swaying slowly to the beat, and looking cool.
Where are you headed looking like a cauli-flower.
Yo, this is Twisty. Representing the Punjabi.
Yeah.
Yo Kanpur, greetings.
Sit down. Sit down.
Twisty...once more. - Sit the fuck down.
So now for the star performer of the evening.
The bride's father.
Mr. Ranjeet...Arora
"Bunty and Babli."
"They are coming to your town."
"They hustle then, they hustle now."
"Bunty and Babli."
"Making money all around."
"Never do they settle down."
"Man of character, with a lot of soul."
"They call him Bunty with a heart of Gold."
"Like a beautiful angel coming out of the cold."
"There's just one Babli, and that's the show."
"And together they ride."
"Together they cry."
"And together they ride."
"Together they cry."
"Together they ply."
"Together they die."
"Together they rise above the whole world."
"Together they smile."
Bro...why is he dancing like Ranjeet Khanna.
Brother, better rehearse your steps from the top.
Where is Shahana?
I don't know. She must be somewhere around.
I don't see her anywhere.
Amrit.
Amrit, Where's Shahana?
Bro, don't fuck with my performance, okay.
You go look for Shahana.
Just look for her, don't fuck with my act.
I'll show you.
Start from here.
One, two...three...
Shake your shoulder, like this. One, two...three... **
Shahana.
I came because I missed you too.
What am I supposed to do now?
Oh, shit
Oh, sh*t
You still love me.
Shahana!
Look here.
This is Ranjeet Arora and his family-tree.
She is my mother.
I'll be your father.
You're my ex!
She's my life, Shahana!
I don't want to see that asshole at my wedding, that's it.
You still love him. - What do you want me to do?
Lie to you. - Fuck man.