Out of the way! Move! I’ll ask this guy. Hey, ‘Safari Suit’ What? Who does one see for admission? Fill the form, over there. Who’s the patient? No one. Then who’s to be admitted? Brother. What’s wrong with him? Nothing. Then why admit him? He wants to be a doctor. Who? I told you Brother. He’s talking about me! Yeah, right. And I want to become the health minister. Bloody jerk-off! Enough of your crap. Now, whom do we meet? Okay.. You want to become a doctor? Then you must meet the dean. What’s a ‘dean’? Errr… the headmaster… like… a college principal. He’s in charge of admissions. Where is he? In the Operation theatre, upstairs. Who’s the dean here? How did you get in? Are you the dean? Rustom get them out. OK Sir, you please carry on. Look, I’ll help you. Let’s step outside first. What were your H.S.C. scores? Say what? High school… How much did you score? How much do you need for admission? At least ninety percent! That’s what I got. Right, Circuit? Right. We’ll have a certificate by tonight – no tension. OK, then you must sit for a pre-medical entrance exam. If you pass, you’re in. But, Who wants admission? Is this exam necessary? Of course! It is compulsory. You took it? Obviously! And I topped! Very good. Excellent. Thanks. Ok, bye! Hey, what’s your name? Rustom … Dr. Rustom Pavri! Where do you live? Dadar Parsi Colony! Don’t you have to get back to the operation? I have to prepare for my exam now. Please go! Brother, my mum used to say, eat curd and sugar before an exam, you’ll get good marks. Uhh.. you.. you are not doing this right.. Dump the tension, dude. Dress him quickly, Rambo. Hey pops, the black one… This one… not the queen… Hey four-eyes, your dad’s nuts about the queen. This is wrong! Dump the tension, dude. Your pop is with us. Go and take Brother’s exam. Go confidently, like Brother Munna. What if I’m caught out? You’re asking for it, stooge. Brother, he’s a duffer. I’m telling you, we’ll be caught. Doc, get a move on. I don’t like being late for an exam. You saw his certificate – ninety eight percent in high school. All you have to do is the entrance exam. So quit your moaning. Here’s your ID card. Put him in a taxi! Please, no! Remember: You fail, we impale. Your turn, Pops. Play carom; drink juice – that’s the good life! Pops, why are you after the queen? Because she belongs to pops! Done, sir. That was fast!