Yamla Pagla Deewana 2 Page #6

Hello.

Yokozuna speaking.

Yes, Bunty.

Yes, full team.

Okay. Love to Babli.

Mr. Oberoi, what important

thing did you want to discuss?

It's important as well

as not so important.

I feel like telling you

about it today. - Please.

Actually, I have two sons.

Prem has a twin.

Twins?

- Twins?!

Yeah. Twins.

- How?

He just came to London.

I thought I should

introduce him to you.

Sure. Why didn't you tell

me about this any sooner?

Everything needs to be

done at the right time.

You are right.

Prem's twin will be

interesting like Prem.

They are coming together, right?

That's the problem, Mr. Paramveer.

Oh.

- They hate each other.

They don't get along at all.

One doesn't stay where the other is.

Prem is a very good businessman...

...whereas he is a very good painter.

Oh. Painter!

Oh, he's a genius.

I'd love to meet him.

- Me too.

Mr. Hussain's mare.

Doesn't stop following me.

Gaja Gamini.

Doesn't it look as if

Prem has come here...

...wearing fake moustache and glasses?

Param, they are identical twins.

Then why did he need a moustache?

Param, now do you

understand Oberoi, Oberoi...

And Oberoi.

Son, what is your name?

Q.

- Why?

Because I want to know your name.

Because his name is Q.

P Q R S T...

- Q.

Oh.

- Very unique name.

I didn't want anyone to

guess my caste, religion...

...or my country by my name.

Right. - I'm human and they

should consider me a human.

As soon as I saw you I understood...

...that you have genius

bacteria inside you.

Mr. Genius, how many minutes apart...

...were you and your brother born?

Two. Two minutes.

Oh. Two minutes.

He was born. I made

Maggi and Prem was born.

Grand entry.

Q, what type of a painter are you?

'Dabang' type.

'Dabang' type?

Fearless.

- Fearless.

The things renowned

painters fear painting...

Is what Q makes.

Oh really?

- Oh.

So, Q, what kind of

a brush do you use?

Ajanta.

- Toothbrush?!

Toothbrush!

He uses toothbrush,

hairbrush, shoe brush...

He uses all types of brushes.

But he doesn't use painting brush.

That's why...

- That's why I wanted.

Yeah. - If you were so

wanted then where were you hiding?

It's no secret, I'm in

the clouds, the rain...

I'm in a scorpion.

I'm a soldier who is

close to everyone's heart.

You shouldn't fool

around like a stranger...

...you are a dear one and

dear ones are always very dear.

Nutty, Looney, Crazy!

Oh yeah. That too.

- Huh?

Q, I've always admired crazy painters.

What do you have to say about Dali?

Yeah!

- Dali, Dali...

Each branch, each leave,

each plant knows how I am.

You are so funny.

Mr. Q, I've got one more question.

Excuse me. Where's the washroom?

That way.

- Thank you.

Please take care of this.

Okay.

- Please don't mind.

Even geniuses go to the toilet.

- Oh yeah.

Param, he's quite an interesting guy.

Yeah, very interesting.

Interesting family.

What mess have I got myself

into by becoming a painter?

Picasso. Van Gogh...

Dali...

Dali was a painter?

Why did you!

Dali...

- Prem?

Yes?

Why are you roaming around

with a moustache and glasses?

Are you going for a

fancy dress competition?

No. - Take them off.

They don't look good on you.

No! No! No!

- Prem! Prem!

No!

- Prem! Prem, listen!

No! No!

- Prem, listen to me!

Prem!

- No! - Prem!

Prem! Prem!

Prem!

Listen to me! Suman! Listen to me!

- Prem, what is this craziness?

Take them out! They

don't look good on you!

No! No! No!

- What is she doing? - Prem!

No!

- What are you doing, Suman? - Prem!

Suman, he is not Prem.

- No!

Then who is he?

- He is Q.

He is Q?

- Yes. - His name is Q.

He's Prem's twin brother.

Q.

- I'm sorry Mr. Q.

But why such moustaches?

My Prem looks so

handsome without a moustache.

Suman, both my sons are very handsome.

He keeps a moustache

so that I too know...

...who is Q and who is not Q.

Hence I've been drawing a moustache...

...on my face since childhood.

And hence then I have gotten

into the habit of painting.

Oh.

- That's why. - Funny.

Mr. Q, I'm sure your painting...

...will be just as

unique as your name. - Yeah.

Why not? - Yeah. - Yeah, I'd

love to see your paintings.

You would?

- Yes.

She would. She would...

She would!

Check.

Gajodhar, you have been

painting since 5 hours.

Will you take 5 days to make it?

I'm giving the final touches.

I'm giving the final touches.

Hey, where's my queen?

Why are you behaving like this?

Where's my queen?

Yes!

Look at this!

My masterpiece.

- What a masterpiece.

Yeah! - What is this?

What is it! Stop clapping.

Stop it!

What have you made?

I'd got a ten on ten

for this in school.

Reet isn't in school.

She'll start running

as soon as she sees it.

I've heard that world's

every genius painter...

...drinks and makes a masterpiece.

Gajodhar, you too should drink today.

Drink as much as you want, my son.

Perhaps, you might

get a masterpiece idea.

Gajodhar, did you get any idea.

Everything is swimming.

- Swimming?

It's slowly swimming...

Oh God, this hangover!

Alcohol ruins the next morning.

Huh!

This...

Gajodhar...

- Yes?

Who... who has created this mess?

I don't know.

And... and that painting?

Did you make it?

How can I make such a bad painting?

Where is that scoundrel?

Where's Happy?

Look, Happy has become colorful.

Bloody drunkard.

He's become Technicolor.

He's behind all this.

Before anyone sees this

painting let's throw it out.

Otherwise, both of

us will get deported.

Just a minute.

Dharam, she is crying.

- The painting is such.

Mark! Spencer!

Wow!

You are the next Picasso.

It's amazing. I love it.

You like it so much?

- Yes.

Consider it a gift from

me for your art gallery.

Thank you so much, Q.

Yes!

Param, come here. I want

to show you something.

Yeah.

You okay?

- Yeah.

Take a look at Q's painting.

It touches the soul.

Handkerchief.

You can see that Q's

miraculous painting...

...is making the world shed tears.

How are you feeling?

This painting reflects

the metaphysical pain...

...of the inner turmoil of the painter.

No, no. I believe

this painting shows...

...the inherent desire of the

artist to be one with the universe.

Hey!

- Q! Q! I love you!

He's a true artist in

the true sense of the word.

Every day whether or not...

It's not what you see that is art.

Art is the gap, you know what I mean?

I mean your paintings

are post colonial, post...

Shut up! Dude wants this painting.

Dude wants this painting. Mom!

How do you like the

world to remember you?

There was once a great painter.

What inspires you to do your painting?

Sorry. No more questions.

- Hey Q!

Come on, Prem!

Answer the goddamn phone!

Today, I'm ready to

face any mountains!

You called me, and here I am.

I would've killed you if

you wouldn't have come here.

You would've killed me?

You would've killed me?

Mr. Khanna, the nightclub is ready.

And this is the promotional plan.

Billboard, internet, TV

and everything. - No! No! No!

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