Great Grand Masti Page #5
- Year:
- 2016
- 134 min
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Medicines?
Shabri, it's Amar who is ill, not me.
No need to hide.
Amar told me everything.
Your clock is always stuck at 6.30.
That's a lie! You liar!
He's lying.
I'm He-man.
Ask Prem if you don't believe me.
Meet, now that Shabri has found out,
why deny it?
Tell her that you're impotent.
Rascal, you turned
out to be a liar too.
You rascals,
have some respect for our friendship.
Meet, shut up.
-Ok.
Shabri, did this guy
say anything about my clock?
No.
I knew that there can't
But he told me about
your venereal disease.
With a friend like him,
who needs enemies!
I don't have any venereal disease.
And neither is it 6.30 on my clock.
The truth is that the needle
on his clock is very tiny.
Yes. And I've seen him stuff
socks in his underwear many times.
ReaHy?
-Yes.
What?
- Yes.
Actually, I've grown only
vertically since 2nd grade.
Not horizontally.
it's difficult to believe.
and you'll know the truth.
Let go.
Forget the mirror, let me measure.
Thank you, Amar, for opening my eyes.
I agree,
I suffer from a venereal disease.
Not just me, my whole family
suffers from a venereal disease.
Meet, listen to us.
Look at the mirror.
Prem, shut up.
-No kidding.
I look at the mirror everyday.
Shabri, as far as
manliness is concerned..
..the truth is that
there's no greaten.
No greaten.
No greaten. no greaten.
No greater what?
No greater wuss than me.
It's always 6.30 on my clock.
Friends, when all our
truths has been exposed..
..then why not go out for a walk?
Shabri, just coming.
Aren't you coming, Meet?
-Coming.
"Silk scarf.."
Neither do you have any problems,
nor am I Shabri.
Because my name is Ragini.
Run!
I've waited for 50 years.
My time has finally come!
Run!
Come, dearie.. let's have fun.
Come, let's have a grand time.
Open up.. open up..
No, let's have great fun and frolic.
Run for your lives!
Without fulfilling my desires.
..if any of you tries
to flee from here..
..then you'll keep
getting such shocks.
You've come here of your own wi | | ..
..but you'll go when I will.
The one among the three
of you who has fun with me..
..wi | | have to die
and go to heaven with me.
Without which, neither will I find
salvation, nor will you get freedom.
The cheap oranges have proven costly.
Now only our ashes
will leave this place.
Serves us right for wanting
to have great, grand fun!
This ghost won't let the
three of us leave this place alive.
One of us will have to sacrifice
himself and sleep with her.
On one hand, it's my life.
On the other hand, it's those two.
My friends, my brothers.
The decision is very simple.
Let them die.
It's working.
Prem, have this.
I prepared your favourite yoghurt.
Who knows if there's a tomorrow!
Don't say such things, pal.
Don't lose hope.
We'll surely find a way out.
What if we don't?
Then we have sandwiches.
-Sandwich?
I mean..
-Sit.
How can we think on an empty stomach?
Just like how you prepared
our favourite yoghurt.
I prepared your favourite sandwiches.
Your sandwich?
-I ate mine.
Your yoghurt?
-I drank it long back.
Eat.
-Drink.
Wow, friends!
Since you both were working so hard..
..how could I stay behind?
I prepared your
favourite sweet pudding.
People eat sweets in celebration
..we' | | eat it in grief.
Your bowl?
-I don't eat sweets.
You both know it.
Eat it.
Drink. -Eat.
Drink. -Eat.
Nice, eh?
How is the pudding?
Liked it?
-Yes.
Eat it all.
Wow, Amar! The yoghurt is amazing.
Rascal, what did
you mix in the yoghurt?
Viagra.
-What?!
Sorry, friends, actually I
had to stoop down to make you rise.
Scoundrel, you're not
the only one who stooped | ow..
..and we're not the
only ones who have risen.
Meaning?
Meaning, there was viagra in the
sandwich too, not just the yoghurt.
What?!
And even the pudding.
What?!
Damn!
Hurry UP-
Quietly. Not a word.
"Baby, come to me.
The night is young."
"Why don't you love me more?
Where do you go?"
"I' | | show you a good time,
take you to heaven."
"In life, you need to take risks."
"I want your | ove..
your | ove.. your love, O beloved!"
"I want your | ove..
your | ove.. your love, O beloved!"
"I want your.."
"I want your.."
"Don't go away. Come to me, O dear."
"Only worry,
your body yearns and so does my soul."
"My soul yearns."
"My soul yearns."
"Don't go away. Come to me, O dear."
"Only worry,
your body yearns and so does my soul."
"I won't let go today.
I'll revel in the chill."
"I won't let any of your tricks work."
"I want your | ove..
your | ove.. your love, O beloved!"
"I want your | ove..
your | ove.. your love, O beloved!"
"I tore up the calendar
that kept a count of your wait."
"Shower me with your love now,
O darling!"
"Shower me with your love."
"Shower me with your love."
"I tore up the calendar
that kept a count of your wait."
"Shower me with your love now,
O darling!"
"Two is better than one,
three is better than two."
"Come, let's fall in love."
"I want your.."
"I want your | ove..
your | ove.. your love, O beloved!"
"I want your | ove..
your | ove.. your love, O beloved!"
Oh damn! We're dead!
How do we escape the
effects of the viagra?
Think of something bad. Something
disgusting, distasteful. -Ok.
Disgusting? Just a minute.
What?
You rascal, you're looking at your
mom-in-law's photo in this condition!
Disgusting.. disgusting!
Even my breath goes limp in
front of her, the pole is nothing.
It worked!
I too have an idea.
It worked for you too!
Hey, I also have an idea.
That was a bad idea.
Careful, man!
Wow, buddy!
I saw a piano being played
with a flute for the first time. -Yes.
Hariprasad Chaurasia meets Beethoven.
Do you know any other songs?
Prem, is everything fine?
You're upset as if
you broke something.
Here, bandage it.
Bandage? It's totally bent out here!
I'm following you around like crazy..
..and you guys are hiding from me!
Ragini, I was ready for fun.
But what to do, I'm slightly injured.
My stomach is upset.
My mind is upset.
I mean, a headache.
Stop making excuses.
You don't know about my powers.
Had I wanted, I could have
made you do anything. Anything.
But it's not fun if it's forced.
Moreover,
you'll have to fulfill my wish.
Or e | se..
I'm ready.
ReaHy?
Have you gone mad, Prem?
If you do something with her..
Life isn't great anyway.
There can't be a more beautiful
way to commit suicide.
I'm ready, ma'am.
Are you sure?
-Yes.
Tonight at 9 pm,
wait for me in your room.
Just a minute.
and give me time for recovery.
Really? I understood.
We'll meet directly at night.
Prem, my friend.. my brothen.
We'll miss you after
returning to Mumbai, buddy.
Meet, let's pack our bags.
-Yes.
Just a minute,
let's take a photo of his. -Why?
We'll need it for Prem's photoframe.
-Shut up.
I'm not going to do
anything with her. -What?
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