"Main 1600 se mar raha hoon. Tum log aate ho, selfie lete ho, popcorn khate ho. MUJHE BHOOT BANNA HAI, NOT A TOUR GUIDE."
(flashing torch) "Wind. Definitely wind."
"Haan! But add a 'dhishum dhishum' background score."
(annoyed) "Yeh dekho." He turns his head 360 degrees.
"Spicy... aur thoda salty. Ghost ki cooking average hai."
(faints) "Bill bhej dunga."
(still eating) "Ghost gaya? Badiya. Ab murg musallam khaayenge."
The three friends are leaving. The haveli door slams shut by itself. A little girl's laughter echoes.
"Bhagao is bhoot ko. Pehle coconu... oh sorry, coconuT—"
"Arre, flash se meri energy khatam. Bye."
"There's no window here."
"Chalo, selfie lete hain saath mein."
"There's still no window."