Yuvaraju

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If you love someone... Express it!

YUVARAJU (PRINCE)

Hello. Give me some food.

Who's that beggar?

He doen't sound pity.

Perfection is missing. Need to teach him.

Sir, there was a beggar here. Where is he?

-That's me. -You!

This is not how to beg. Sit here.

-What's you name? -Shivapadham, sir.

Look Shivapadham, begging is an art.

First, we need to look very bad.

I'll show you. Catch.

Lesson number one.

Give that back.

Got it? A beggar should always look pityful and poor.

Only then you'll get perfection.

Lesson number two.

Adjust your voice. Mother...

For the screams we make, people should feel a great disturbance in their colon.

They should fear like they got some plague.

They should bring food at once and throw it in this.

Shout like this... Mother...

-Mother... -Shut up.

-Mother... -Grandmother...

Mother is enough. No need of grandmother.

Mother...

Mother...

50 percent OK. Maintain the same.

-See? -Oh god!

-What's all this? -Perfection.

-I need perfection in anything. -Get lost.

I am dying with your madness.

Last time you taught the servant how to clean.

Perfection...

Before that you taught the scavenger, how to clean bathrooms.

Perfection.

Finally you taught our dog how to take a leak.

-Perfection. -Mother...

-Stop it now. -Not me. He's practicing.

-Mother... -Shivapadham...

-Take your Mackenna's gold. -What's all this brother?

You are troubling everyone with your craziness.

Perfection. Because of that only right?

Even without your husband, with your single hand...

...you are maintaining all these factories and properties.

That's OK. Did I get any call from my son in New Zealand

He called last night.

You called in the morning.

You miss him already?

Don't know how many problems he's facing there!

See... Only because he's not that clever...

...I sent my son Sivaji to take care of him.

Also, my son is a better perfectionist than me.

Brother... Call him once.

OK. Mother... Hello.

Aunty you? This is Sivaji.

-Where is Srinivas? -Went to college.

-Why didn't you go? -Holiday no?

-He had college no holiday? -Special class.

-What special class? -Bay Watch in Miami beach.

With girlfriend. No no boyfriend.

All the list of Indian sweets you sent him.

He's eating there, sleeping and studying there itself.

-What are you talking? -What aunty? You doubt everything.

What do you think of him? He's good to good people. Stronger than the strongest.

Brave and always victorious. In total, he's No. 1.

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1. Call me Prince.

"Parrot..."

"Hey parrot..."

"Hey parrot... My heart slipped, seeing you walk"

"Dear cutie, my body got hot seeing your hip."

"It's not our mistake that you wore tight jeans."

"If you cross the limits, we'll get rights on you."

What are you doing?

Check it out.

Why are you calling?

I said check it out.

Call me Prince.

"We'll gawk at you, if you come in a mini skirt."

"If we come in a frock, we will touch you."

"We'll go mad seeing your tight hips."

"Dear young girl, we will dash you."

"We will steal all you have got."

"We'll make you mad too if we get mad."

Come and get it.

Right now...

Come and get it.

Right now.

What's up?

What's up?

What's up?

What's up?

Call me Prince.

"Yo girl, your back is like the Europe map."

"Hey girl, it's shape looks like Cuba."

"We are getting hot seeing your beautiful skin."

"Dear young girl, we will dash you."

"We will eat you if you don't tie a saree."

"Girl don't lose your clothes, we won't leave you."

"Hey parrot... My heart slipped, seeing you walk"

"Dear cutie, my body got hot seeing your hip."

"It's not our mistake that you wore tight jeans."

"If you cross the limits, we'll get rights on you."

Don't love me...

Don't love me...

What aunt, you came without intimating. And cooked all this for him.

Can he eat all this?

Hey Shiva...

-Hey, mummy. -Went to the same movie. Mummy.

-No... -Not alone. Went with someone.

Not with you. With our college beauty, Senorita.

-Sree... -What?

-That's a beer. -Don't we know that?

This evening, should handle Senorita differently.

-Hey Sree... -You are my Seno now.

-What's this? -Titanic movie poster.

-Fix this. -I did.

-Seno, now we are at the end of a ship. -There's mom too.

No...

-There's only us in this universe. -Why? All others died?

They will, after the ship sinks.

Dear, shall I decorate your cheeks with fireflies.

They might drink my blood.

-Blood donation is a good service. -Is it?

-My dear Seno? -Yeah.

-Shall we compete in spitting? -OK.

-My throat went dry. -Drink this beer.

No, I won't.

Senorita won't. But I will.

Seno? Mummy...

Same drama.

Title: Titanic hero is a bad guy.

We're planning in our college. Damn!

My mom will feel so happy if she sees this.

Mom, you? Why didn't you tell me that she came?

-Idiot! -Srinivas.

-When did you come, mom? -To the evening flight.

God! I acted in front of you all this time?

I feel shy mom.

What's this smell?

That's the beer you just drank.

God! Isn't it a cool drink that I just drank?

Hi...

-Brother-in-law. -Me? How.

-Because sister is here. -Sree?

-Sister? -Shiva?

Sree.

-What's happening? -Hi, Seno.

I don't like all this. If you want to meet, meet outside.

Not here. This is a temple you know?

-Go. Please go. -All right!

-It's too much. -It's what you do sending me to college?

You won't change. See, mom.

That's why he bunks college. Don't keep him here.

He's spoiling me too. Only because of him...

My PG first year marks went so less.

-For final year marks to be good- -He need to go.

Yes, he need to go.

-Don't let him stay here. -No.

-Let's go to India immediately. -Yeah, let's go.

-Me too? -God is there.

India!

-Hi beauty. -Hey...

Hey...

-I like the height, Baba. -I like the tightness, Baba.

Why are you looking at the girls we are looking at? Competition?

Hey handsome...

We won't compete with any. Or anyone can compete with us.

Statement sounds good. We are not look at the girls.

We are looking at you guys.

Let's run.

-India! -Hi...

At least I can be a clip in her hair.

-Take it. -Thank you.

At least I can be a sandal to bear her weight.

At least I can be her shirt to touch her neck.

You naughty.

You are out. She's gone.

-She'll fail all the exams. -Hey...

You are lucky. You are the Prince.

Don't feel bad. There's competition even for you, see.

Baba Sehgal.

Sehgal Baba.

This dude looks like a fresh water packet.

Why are you still thinking?

They seem crazy, God...

Welcome to the freshers.

-Hi handsome. -Hi cutie.

I am the leader to the college's crazy gang.

There's half an hour for the classes to start.

Let's enjoy in Relax Den.