Sanju, check the gazebo, just in case.
-He’s not at the playground either. -Pallavi.
-Yes, Papa? -He's not in the health club either.
-What do we do now? -Aryan!
-Aryan. -Have you found him, Ramesh?
-Why don't you go in and check. -Yes.
It's for ladies, how can I--
He's not asking you to use the toilet, Ramesh!
-But-- -You're too much!
-Aryan. -Use your brains.
You didn't go in either.
Aryan!
Everyone, Aryan has been found.
He was with Chhotu.
Chhotu, you greedy thing.
To earn a mere 50 rupees, you put the child on a horse…
without his parent's permission. Come on, return the money.
-But I haven't taken any money. -Really?
Then take him on a short round for free.
Okay.
-Where did you go? -I'm going home!
On a horse?
Ever since we've arrived, everyone is fighting!
All the time.
I don't want to stay with you all.
Aww!
-My baby. -Look at him go "aww"!
-Let's go. -Aww!
"Aww" again?
It's because he spends all his time with Diana.
I'm sorry, Aryan.
She's the cause of all these problems.
She wants to leave her child behind and pursue her hobby in Delhi.
-There she goes… -Hobby?
Poison-Lata Madam, according to you…
my theater-group and plays must look like hobbies too?
Obviously!
-How much do you earn from your plays? -Hemu…
Look at Sanju. He earns a big salary at the advertising company.
And my Ramesh…
he earns three to four lakh rupees every month from just one of his medicine shops.
-Isn't it? -Yes, Baa…
-How much do you earn? -Stop with your crowing!
No, I won't.
-Your theater-group is useless. -Let's go, everyone.
Get married to a millionaire.
And, Cropped-hair--
-Pallavi. -Yes?
-I've never asked you for anything. -Right.
Will you help me?
Anything for you, Papa.
So sweet. Put Hemlata on a horse.
You said "anything", right?
Won't you do it for me?
No. Oh, no!
Help me.
Pallavi, you traitor!
I'm sorry, Baa.
Papa made me promise.
Then promise me to get me down!
-Chhotu! -Hey!
Why did you stop, Chhotu? Make the horse gallop…
on high speed near the ravine.
No!
You fool! You idiot!
Just see, she swearing at you now.
-Yes, make the horse gallop! -No…
-Make the horse gallop… -No, don't!
-No! -Come on, faster!
Stop.
-I swear at my own son too! -Correct.
And you look just like my son Ramesh.
Both of you are like twins. Isn't it?
-Yes. -No…
-Don't worry, I don't agree… -This is my motherly instinct.
Get me down, son.
I'll give you homemade snacks.
-No, don't! Make the horse gallop! -Get me down!
Make the horse gallop.
-Faster! -Oh, no!
Will you ever say, "Tisca's work is not as important as Sanju's"?
"It's not as important as Ramesh's shop".
Next time you say something like this,
I'll put you atop an elephant.
Papa?
But there are no elephants in Matheran.
You're incorrigible!
-Ghanshyam! -Sorry. Sorry.
It's not always about money, Grandma.
Yeah, right!
Okay.
If money is your issue, then let me tell you.
Napoleon is offering to make me his Chief Associate.
And he's a big ticket.
I could possibly make five to six lakh rupees a month.
-By selling saris? -Yes.
-This is the best thing, Ramesh. -Yes?
Start selling saris at your shop from tomorrow.
-What! -She was saying…
Tisca, I agree…
designing is as important a profession but--
Then what's the problem if she goes to Delhi?
I know what the problem is.
Come here.
-Relax. -It's written here. Read it.
What's written on it?
Pallavi…
I've been asking everyone for the last three days
but no one is telling me…
what is written on the card.
And this one wants to run away to Delhi!
Come on, Baa. I'd told you.
Tisca's career will get a boost once she moves to Delhi.
Try to understand.
-She's a beautiful girl… -Gossip, gossip!
and that man is a flirt.
You know what! He was draping a sari on a female model.
-So what? -So?
-Designers often drape saris on models. -Exactly.
Maybe, but Napoleon was naked while doing so.
Butt naked!
And when his wife asked him why he was naked…
you know what he said?
-What? -That his clothes had gone for ironing…
Listen, Baa…
these are unverified rumors from the internet.
I had told you.
Anyway, Tisca can handle herself. Have this.
-I'm here, madam. -We're all here!
Keep your plates away, everyone.
-Have some sweets first. -Why?
It's the expensive variety.
-Really? -Yes.
What are you celebrating?
My daughter's team won a State Level hockey match.
-Wow! Congratulations! -Congratulations!
I won't come to work for the next couple weeks.
What?
A couple months?!
Yes, madam.
Her teacher said, Saanwari has the potential to play at the National Level.
My daughter wants me to stay with her for the next few months.
I know I'll get my job back here…
but my daughter needs me now.
To hell with my job, my child is my priority.
Mom.
What is it, Sanjay?
It's "What is it, Sanjuoy!"
Fine.
What is it, "Sanjuoy"?
Find a way to tell everyone to dress to kill and to reach "Give Me Some Italy".
Sharp eight o'clock.
And yes, I need a black blindfold for Tisca.
My, my!
Blindfold and all!
What are you two up to?
What are you saying, Mom?
Dad will rinse your mouth with antiseptic if he hears this!
Don't forget to get the blindfold.
-Where are we going? -You'll find out.
This is… listen.
End this suspense, Sanju.
Here we go.
-Surprise, Tisca! -Wow!
A ramp?
Naturally.
The models will be wearing your creations
and walk down the ramp.
No!
Ladies and gentlemen,
presenting the future star designer of India…
Tisca Sanjuoy Dholakia.
Music!
Wow! That's amazing!
Hemlata…
-Yes? -What are you drinking?
Cola.
But this is white in color.
It's stale. The color has changed.
Why don't you enjoy the fashion show?
Else I'll turn off your oxygen cylinder.
Shut up.
Just see, Tisca!
You've landed such a wonderful husband
even though you did nothing to please the Gods.
Wow!
Hi, Sanju.
Oh, God!
This restaurant in the suburbs…
is so far.
It took us eight whole minutes to get here from Worli.
-Have we met before? -I'm so sorry.
This is my business partner rather, I'm her business partner.
This is Diana.
-Hi. -So that's your natural hair color?
Your name is Diana…
"Dye-na. "
Oh my God!
Jatin and his sense of humor.
God's gift.
I must confess.
Jatin is a master comic.
-Really? -Yeah.
Please show us your talent too.
What do you mean?
-Chandan… -Yes, sir?
Get the car, Chandan.
-Get the car? -Pallavi…
Hi! Come… Let's show them photos.
Hi, everyone.
-Hi, Pallavi. -Hi.
-Hi! -Hello!
-Welcome… -Finally you found the time to make it.
Actually--
Hello, suburb-people…
yesterday I saw a car in the showroom…
It costed 1.25 crore rupees.
Gave them a check immediately.
He bought it on-the-spot!
Kronos 2000, limited edition.
Show them a photo.
See. The check.
It's 1.25 crore rupees.
Full payment.
Ladies and gentlemen,
-Yes? -can we please be seated.
Let's go.
-Let's sit. -Shall we?
Wait a minute, Working-woman.
I'll be right back.
-Hello. -Hello.
Hello, once again.
Where do you want to go?
There's a party…
for Tisca madam.
The Dholakia family party…
You mean, Mr. Sanjay.
No, "Sanjuoy!"
He spent 50,000 rupees to change the spelling.
It won't be worth it if we still call him Sanjay.
It has to be pronounced "Sanjuoy".
Say it…
-Me? -Yes.
Sanjuoy.
Great.
So where is the…
-This way? -Ma'am, your name isn't on the list.
List? I forgot to mention…
they said my name is on the guest list.
-Let me check. -Sure.
Here it is.
If Sheela asks, tell her I've gone to the washroom.
With a bottle of champagne?
I need something to wash my hands with, don't I?
Silly guy!
Sheela is getting suspicious.
If she finds out that I…
she'll say I'm an alcoholic and drive me crazy.
That's why I drink my champagne in a steel glass!
-It's not there. -Baa!
Baa.
This is going to be fun.
What's wrong, Kanaki?
This man isn't letting me in, Baa.
No…
Girish, she's Kanaki.
If she goes on a strike
will you come and do the dishes at my place? Silly boy!
I…
Wait, you silly boy.
It was you, wasn't it?
You had stopped Sheela too from entering!
My sister with the oxygen cylinder.
I had only stopped her to ask what the cylinder was for.
What could it be for?
Would she--
What's that thing called? Blowing bubbles…
-Scuba diving. -Right.
Is she here for scuba diving?
Or is she here to blow balloons?
Silly boy!
Good that I met you, else
he would've kicked me on my glutes and thrown me out.
-"Glutes?" -Ass.
I mean, generally…
in Hindi. Sorry.
Go and get a couple of steel glasses.
-Sure. -Open it.
Kanaki, make yourself comfortable and eat well.
It's unlimited.
-Hand them over. -Yes, ma'am.
-Are they clean? -I just washed them.
That's enough. Give one to Kanaki.
-Here… -Thank you, sir.
Very good boy.
-Kanaki, cheers! -Cheers!
-Cheers!
Ladies and gentlemen, I have to confess.
I was really excited about moving to Delhi but
Sanju was upset about it.
Of course. She was about to abandon him.
Then Sanju…
you saw that.
I was also confused.
Oh, please!
I wasn't sure about things…
and then…
it was Kanakavalli who changed my avenues of thinking.
The importance of a child's opinion in his or her parent's decision…
I learned from Kanakavalli.
Thank you again.
And you know what!
I asked Aryan, "What do you want, son?"
And guess what…
Should Mummy move to Delhi?
Say to, six months to one year.
Yes, you should…
but who will look after everything?
Well, Papa is here, so are Auntie Ayushi, Grandma and Grandpa.
All of them look after me…
but who will look after you in Delhi?
Grandma looks after you here.
Mumma, why don't you take Grandma with you?
So sweet.
Aww!
What's wrong with her?
That's her alarm, it can go off anytime!
Keep quiet.
He's a dog, Grandma.
You keep quiet.
He's so handsome.
Listen…
This is my boyfriend.
Jacky, my heartfelt condolences to you.
All good.
Now over to my darling husband Sanjay.
Guys, my Grandpa gave me this envelope in Matheran.
He wrote just one word in it…
-Finally, we'll get to know, Pallavi. -Yes.
He told me to read it and ask myself…
the real reason why I'm not letting Tisca go to Delhi.
Getting to work with Napoleon for a year…
she has made it!
I thought, what if…
she's more successful than me.
I opened the envelope…
and compared what was written to what I felt deep inside.
Grandpa…
it was a 100% match.
The word that he wrote is…
jealousy.
Oh God!
I really was…
I was jealous.
But now I've said it aloud.
And I feel great.
So let's all raise a toast…
to my lovely wife.
-Cheers! -Cheers!
Don't worry my darling.
Everything's gonna be okay.
It's going to be a fine mess.
Mumbai to Delhi.
Take this with you.
Oh, wow!
So sweet!
Isn't it?
Don't cry. Take this with you.
We will look after Aryan.
Come here, son.
Oh my God!
Naughty boy.
With you away…
he'll learn some good values too.
Grandma!
Let's go.
Sanju, before she leaves, make sure you have your "program".
Hurry up else you'll miss the flight.
This is getting worse.
Just stop drinking, Sanjay.
You stupid nincompoop!
Don't you get it?
It's not a seven-year itch.
Or just a fling.
Look at me, Sanju.
You…
you are in love.
I know.
But we didn't plan for it, did we?
It just happened and…
Now that it's happened, I'll deal with it.
Then deal with it now.
You know, wives have a built-in scanner.
It'll take two minutes for Tisca to find out--
Fine, I'll tell her.
It's engaged.
Try again and just tell Tisca everything, okay.
Are you mad, Diana? He's not in his senses.
-What's wrong with you? -Hey!
Says who?
-Says who… -You guys--
"Says who?" Come…
Who kept this in the middle?
No one. Just come.
Careful.
Oh my God!
-What's wrong? -Pallavi!
Ramesh!
What's wrong?
I have a cramp.
My foot, don't touch it!
No, don't touch it. I'm dying.
Don't scream.
What do you want me to do? Post on social media?
"Feeling blessed"?
My cramp. Don't touch.
-Pallavi. -What's wrong, Baa?
What happened?
Heart attack?
Hey!
She's clutching her leg and screaming in pain, Ramesh.
But, in peripheral arterial disease
even the veins in the leg get blocked with cholesterol deposits.
Keep quiet. It's just a regular cramp.
-No-- -It's dehydration, Papa.
I've told you so many times…
drink lots of water when you're drinking champagne
and this won't happen.
Were you celebrating the new moon last night…
by getting drunk?
An inauspicious period starts from today.
I won't be able to drink for the next 16 days,
so I had a little extra to drink last night.
Just relax, Baa.
Lift your leg, let me massage it for you.
Massaging won't help.
Give her some magnesium and zinc.
As if we have magnesium and zinc
lying around the house, like mouth fresheners!
-Come on, Ramesh. -Actually, Pallavi…
Yeah, sure.
We serve "zinc-vities" to Lalita…
and serve Purnima some "magna-vities"!
-Just chop it off! -It'll be fine.
Fine, once your leg is better
we will chop off your tongue.
Papa, what are you saying?
Don't make me laugh now.
Good morning, Home for the Special.
-Good morning. -Grandma…
Uncle Suresh called last night.
He was a bit hesitant but…
he's coming to India.
Around Navratri.
-With Aunt Kwamboka in tow! -What!
Over to you.
Move!
What did you just say?
-That idiot Suresh. -Baa, your cramp…
-Suresh… -Baa.
If you get Kenya-Kumari to this house, against my wishes
-I'll commit suicide! -Wow!
Her leg ache's gone?
And our headache will begin!
If you get Kwamboka to this house, against my wishes
I'll commit suicide!
-Okay! -Okay!
Come on, Papa.
You're the one who indulges her.
"I'll commit suicide" she says.
Even the God of Death had to return empty-handed twice
saying, "This woman just doesn't commit suicide!"
Whatever!
Here comes "Show them the photo".
Falu, Jatin Kumar, namaste.
-Happy inauspicious period. -Happy?
You want a rose drink?
Not regularly.
I drink coffee.
The traffic!
The traffic was so bad.
-By the way, where's Mummy? -She's committing suicide.
Oh.
Guys, townie tom-toms, Suresh uncle is online.
-Oh! -Suresh!
-Hey, family! -Hi.
How are you? How's everything?
What's new?
-Suresh. -Suru…
Listen to me.
-You're coming to India with Kwamboka? -When?
You should take the Air Indo Atlantic flight,
my friend is the CEO of the company.
My classmate. Just in case the plane crashes…
-What happened? -I'll make sure the insurance dues
are cleared on time.
Suresh, you idiot.
Do you have to tell the whole world?
Listen, Jatin Kumar
-and what's your name? Falu… -Sanju?
Look…
this useless fellow is bringing his imported wife here.
If our relatives find out about this…
I'll hang myself.
You can then tell her, "show them the photo".
I'm here to welcome them only because you asked me to.
Baa, you need to understand…
she's your daughter-in-law too.
No. I have only one daughter-in-law, you!
Number one to number ten. That's it.
-Okay. -Yeah.
Fine, I'll welcome her.
Give her the traditional gift
and take whatever gifts she's got for me.
-You can take her to the hotel after that. -Okay.
Kwamboka whatshername…
Hey Indians, how are you?
What's new?
Baa!
Pallavi!
Oh, Suresh.
Papa!
Welcome my boy.
Hey, buddy, how are you doing?
My beloved son!
Oh, God!
You have lost so much weight!
-Look, how is she? -Baa…
It's starting…
God bless you.
Oh, my God!
Baa, this is for you.
-Oh my god, she put it around my neck! -Very nice!
What do I do now?
Take a deep breath
and give her your blessings, Baa.
No…
Let me crack my knuckles.
If the knuckles don't crack, may my kismet be wrecked!
Fool!
But if they do, then offer a coconut and seek Goddess Ambe's blessings.
Wow!
-I'm impressed. -Yeah!
Looks like there are going to be fireworks.
I second that.
Too good.
-Too, too good, Sanjay. -Sanjuoy!