Jerrell: Who? Whatever, yo. I got better shit to think about.
- Somewhere in Central London -
Sachin: Oh, bitter taste of mine own medicine! And for all those yester-years whereupon I had accused lone Pran of romancing with Kanto, I have now fallen to his depth and beyond. But still, I wait, with utmost patience, upon the arrival of mine olde companions so that we may reunite in Central London and speak of Virtua Tennis and Fifa.
Michael: "Dunno, what?
John: "It may take a while for me to get hard, I just got laid yesterday."
Michael: "Its ok...but its no Sachin joke
Girl 2: Yeah, and then he gave me a card. What do you think?
Girl 1: I think he's a sachin’ -- don't fall for it.
He’s such a sachin’.