Mugamoodi

Anand's Dad:
Why can't he just sleep on the road? Why do these creatures come home? Good for nothing. He's just grown six feet tall. What is the point? He's out grazing like cattle.

Anand's Grandfather:
Bruce Lee was an alien. He was not an ordinary person.

Anand's Grandfather:
Don't aspire to become like anyone else.

Anand:
One of you here, go ahead and chop my hand off.

Cuttla:
Don't put up an act. Go sit down.

Anand:
Anyone of you here, chop my hand off and I will work for you until death; but, if you are unable to do so, then pay up 1000 rupees a month and learn kung fu from my master.

Anand's Grandfather:
What is that girl's first impression of you?

Anand:
Scoundrel, rogue, a good-for-nothing.

Anand's Grandfather:
Good!

Anand:
What? Good? Granddad!

Anand's Grandfather:
The first phase of love is hate. The heroism you showed in market was for a good cause, wasn't it?

Anand:
Yes.

Anand's Grandfather:
Make her understand that you are a real hero.

Anand:
How do I do that, Granddad?

Anand's Grandfather:
Think.

Anand:
Give me a clue.

Anand's Grandfather:
If I were to tell you everything, I can fall in love with her.

Anguchamy:
I don't like the scent of the police but...

[sniffs the air favorably]

Anguchamy:
...but I like the smell of death.

Anguchamy:
Batman, Spider-Man, Superman, Iron Man, and now Mugamoodi. A super hero?