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Senin, 19 Maret 2012

Kuch Kuch Hota Hai part 8

Angali: Happy Friendship Day
Mr. Malhotra: What're you doing?

Angali: This is friendship band, Sir.
Now, I'm not just your student
I'm your friend too.

Mr. Malhotra: Very good.

Angali: What's the matter, Sir?
You look very happy.

Mr. Malhotra: Generally,
my daughter is
coming back, isn't it?

Angeli: Your daughter?

Mr. Malhotra: Yes, Tina.
She's coming back from London.
Yes, she was studying in
Oxford University there.
Earlier, we used to
live there only.
But, when I lost my wife
I couldn't stay there anymore.
So, I thought of coming
back to India.
Tina wanted to
complete her studies.

My child, you'll take care of
my daughter Tina, won't you?

Angali: Off course, Sir




Angali: Can't you find
one girl for yourself?
One who's beautiful and
little intelligent too.
Rahul: Good! One who's
beautiful and little intelligent too.
Where can I find such a girl?
By the way, I just pass time
with these girls.
Because, I'm yet to
find my girl?

Angali: Your girl?

Rahul: My girl.
Because, I've not yet
found a girl -
who can make something
happen on seeing her.

Angali: What will happen?

Rahul: Something happens
in the heart.

Angali: What will happen?

Rahul: Something happens.
(Kuch Kuch Hota Hai)
You'll never understand.
When she walks, the world will
stand still to watch her.
And when she stops
time will also stop.
And when she laughs.

Angali: She ... she....




~ Kuch Kuch Hota Hai ~

Angali: What would you do
when you find her?
Rahul: What would I do,
if I find her?

Angali: Yes.

Bowing before her.

Spreading out my hands.

I would say:

... Whoever you might be …

(Rahul turns and barges angainst Tina ...)

Rahul to Tina: I love you.

Tina: Sorry ...?!

Rahul: Don't be! I love you.

Tina: Excuse me.

Rahul: No ... No ...
Squeeze me.

Angali: Tina … Hi, I'm Anjali

Rahul: Hi … I'm Rahul

Angali: You're Tina, right?

Tina: Yeah!

Rahul to Angali: How do you know?




Angali: This morning
principal had ...
Rahul to Angali: Don't utter
that eccentric old man's name
early morning.

Rahul to Tina: So, today's
your first day in the college.

Angali: Just now she has come
from London

Tina: Yeah.

Rahul to Angali: How do you know that?

Angali: Because Rahul,
this morning Principal had ...

Rahul to Angali: Didn't I tell you
not to utter that old bald man's name?

Rahul to Tina: So, Tina.
Where were you studying in London?

Angali: In Oxford University.

Rahul to Angali: Oh Oxford!
How do you know?

Angali: Because, this morning
principal had told me.

Rahul: Yeah... Yeah... Yeah...
Please, let that bald man wait.
He's our useless principal.
And she's his stooge.




Tina: Useless?
Rahul: Useless! You're right
but forget him.
Tell me.
How do you find your first day
in this college?

Tina: Great.

Mr. Malhotra: Good morning.
All of you go to your classes.

Rahul: He's that useless Principal.
Good morning, Sir.

Mr. Malhotra: Don't you know,
wearing short skirts
is banned in this college?

Tina: You know, I've come from
London yesterday only.
And I haven't unpacked my baggage.

Rahul: Look, today's Tina's
first day in college.
She has come London yesterday only.
She wore whatever she could
lay her hands on.

Mr. Malhotra: How do you know that?

Rahul: Sir, I know Tina since childhood.

Mr. Malhotra: From childhood? Really?

Tina: Really, Papa.

Rahul: Papa?




Rahul: Oh shit!
Tina: Excuse me.
He's old, eccentric and bald.
And …

Rahul: Very smart.

Sweet! He's Sweet too.


Happy Friendship Day.

Tina: We met just now.
Friendship is long way off.

Angali: Is something happend
to you?

Rahul: No.
She's not my type of girl.

Angali: Why?

Rahul: She's not an Indian,
is she?
A girl should make you feel like
taking her to your mother.
... you know.
No ... She's not my type.

Angali: No, she's not my type.
You'll never get a girl
if you behave like this.

Rahul: You're there.
If I don't find any other girl
I'll marry you.



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