"Macha, some shebait. 4 o clock!"
"AM or PM?"
"Basket case, check out, da."
He turns around to see two tubby men in orange clothings. "Laude ka baal!"

Aage se sapaat, peeche se sapaat, lagti hi jaise Godrej ki kapaat.

(From front, flat, from back, flat -- looks like a Godrej cupboard).

player- i scored a goal!
referee- its offside bob
player2-shape out!

Suddi Suri: " Le maga, gothaaythaa? Nenne saayankaala Check-Post thaava accidentalli moor jana spot anthey".
(Hey Sonny, did you know this? Yesterday evening three people got killed in an accident near the check post.)

"We are shifting bag and baggage in November."

My new kolhapuri chappals just gave me a shoe-bite.

The dentist probes intently inside Nitin's mouth. As he carefully holds the mouth mirror over the lower left gums, the phone rings. It automatically goes into answering machine mode.

Voice on the other end: Ey, Murthy. Chal bahut paisa kamaaya. Phone utha! (Mr. Murthy, you've been a rather high earner this year. I strongly advise you to pick up the phone.)

Dr. Murthy grabs the phone with his left hand. His right hand is still inside Nitin's mouth, who has closed it.

Voice: Spot hai tere pe, samjha. Chal 5 khokha bandobast kar. Baadme phone karega! (Would you be kind enough to arrange a total of Rs. 5 crore immediately? Or you are dead, bitch.)

Dr. Murthy freezes.

He unfreezes. His mouth mirror and Nitin are now both, missing.

OJ: Shall we go out for a drink to Toit, Ra?
Robby: Yes, but lets first put some saapad and go.