Jodi Breakers

So, Millie... - Yes.

You Russian? - Yes.

You are a very beautiful woman. - Thank you.

You like Indian men? - Yes.

Yes. Yes. Yes. Very good.

Scram.

So maybe... we can go somewhere. - Maybe.

Let me tell you something in your ears.

Yes.

Just a minute.

What?

Tanya. - You cheat.

You're double timing both me and my sister.

No, it is not so. - I'll go and tell mom everything.

She praises you a lot.

Now she too will know what kind of a person you are.

Goodbye. - Listen...

Don't tell anything to your mom. Shit.

Forget the daughters, I lost their mom as well.

Not a problem, I still have Millie.

Millie. How are you?

Damn...

Oh. Hello.

I'm Nainsukhbhai Chamanlal Patel.

You don't need to memorize it.

I don't either.

You know what? You can call me Nano.

Small, sweet and affordable.

Before you say "ta-ta, Nano" and leave.

Let me tell you, this isn't my story.

It's Sid's. My best friend.

Today is the happiest day of his life.

You know, not every is lucky enough to have this pleasure.

Lawyer fees Rs. 500,000.

My Omega watch, Rs. 200,000.

My favorite car, Rs. 3000,000.

Breathing bachelor again...

Priceless!

Taxi!

Guys, what will we gift Sid?

Condoms.

Actually, it's a little confusing.

What did we give him for his wedding?

Condoms.

Nice.

Have a look.

Good.

Cut it, boy.

Speech.

Speech. Speech. Speech.

Such a big piece.

Okay. I wasn't half as happy while having my wedding cake.

The journey from that cake to this has been full of sufferings.

At the moment, I neither have a house nor a car.

But...

I don't mind, because I'm once again single.

"Either this one or that."

"No matter who."

"I'll welcome all those come my way."

"Even if anyone steals my heart."

"No matter whom I meet."

"Even if someone falls in love with me."

"I'll welcome her with open arms."

"I'm once again single."

"I want to mingle."

"Beware, beautiful girls."

"I'm single."

"I'm single."

"I'm single."

"I'm single."

"I'm single."

"I'm single."

"I'm single."

"I'm single."

"If we look at each other."

"Our eyes will do the talking."

"We'll spend the night look at each other."

"We'll exchange romantic texts at night."

"We will talk about love."

"In those nights, those conversations, she will surrender her heart."

"Either she or her."

"I should find someone now."

"I'm once again single."

"I want to mingle."

"Beware, beautiful girls."

"I'm single."

"I'm single."

"I'm single."

"I'm single."

"I'm single."

"I'm single."

"I'm single."

"I'm single."

"I'm single."

"I'm someone who is happy for someone else's happiness."

"I might not come back home."

"No one will question where I was."

"I have nothing to worry about."

"Either this one or that."

"No matter who."

"I'll welcome all those come my way."

"Even if anyone steals my heart."

"No matter whom I meet."

"Even if someone falls in love with me."

"I'll welcome her with open arms."

"I'm once again single."

"I want to mingle."

"Beware, beautiful girls."

"I'm single."

"I'm single."

"I'm single."

"I'm single."

"I'm single."

"I'm single."

"I'm single."

"I'm single."

What's wrong with Sid?

What happened?

I'll go and see.

Wait, wait, wait. - Please. Please. Please.

Let the guys handle this. - Yeah.

You stay here. - Yeah.

Let's go. - Good luck. - Okay.

Sid. - Not there. This way.

You are drunk.

Guys. What happened?

You don't have a drink in your hand.

Are the drinks over?

Cut it, Sid. We very well know how happy you are. Okay?

Don't hide it from us.

You are missing her, right? - Yeah.

Tell us the truth.

I'm missing her a lot.

I can't believe that she left me.

We had such good times together.

Those long drives.

Just me and her. No one else.

I really miss her, man. - Me too.

God willing, she will come back.

No. She will have to come back. - Yes.

She has to come back to me.

Please, guys.

Please don't tell me you are once again talking about that stupid car.

Hey, please. Don't call it stupid. And don't you dare call it a car.

She is my love. Look at her. How beautiful.

She even has a name.

She is my pomp-pomp. My Horny.

Sid, don't you worry. Your future is rocking.

Really? - My seventh sense says so.

Not seventh, sixth. - Yes, it's sixth sense.

Sorry, guys. But my sixth sense is only for my sexy aunties.

So Sid, you want to know how bright your future is, right?

Yes, tell me. - Alright. Listen.

My seventh sense tells me...

Exactly after one year you will have a chauffeur driven Lamborghini car.

And a palatial sea-facing bungalow.

Shefali! - Oh! No.

Were you sleeping? - No.

Give it to me. I will keep it. - No. No. It's okay.

What are you doing, dear?

I am trying to wear clothes.

You should have at least knocked.

I am sorry. - It is okay.

What?

Hey! Who are you?

What are you doing here?

Well, I wouldn't be watching IPL by sitting nude inside your cupboard.

She is so hot. Try to understand, sir.

You bloody swine. How dare you? Shut up!

Sorry.

Shefali! Who is he? - Thief! Thief! Look how he is...

Nude thief, Shefali.

Yes. He must have come to steal your clothes.

That's why he is hiding inside the cupboard. - Oh! What nonsense?

You know, chief. I wore enough clothes while coming.

But I didn't know when I removed them.

You know she was so amazing.

You bloody... - Take it easy.

Oh, my God!

Look, he tried to attack me and he himself suffered heart attack.

Hey, did he really suffer heart attack? Hello.

Sir! Sir! What happened?

Hello! Hello! Hello! Hello!

Oh, my god. He is not breathing.

He is not breathing.

Hey. What are you doing by sitting there?

Give him mouth to mouth. He is your husband.

You must be having practice.

At least call the doctor. Call the ambulance.

Do something. Otherwise he will die.

Not he will die. He has died.

Oh! Yes. Yes! Oh! Yes! Oh! Yes!

God, thank you. Thank you so much.

Finally you heard me.

I promise that...

...I will eat chicken during Navratri without onions.

What?

Hey, dear. You have got an ill-fated face.

Old man died immediately after watching it.

Excuse me. Not excuse me. Thank you.