| Nan: | What is this noise? |
| Nan: | Is it this udaas gori (sad white girl) again? |
| Nan: | You must put it off now. |
| Nan: | I am very tolerant of the new music but I cannot tolerate this. |
| Nan: | I will die. This woman and her singing will kill me. |
| Nan: | You will be responsible for my death. |
| Nan: | And both of you will die as I am the one driving. |
| Nan: | Lana will kill us all. |