Daughter:Hello. Kerpal:Hello, is Abtar there? Daughter:Who? Kerpal:Abtar. Daughter:Can I ask who's speaking please? Kerpal:This is Kerpal. Daughter:Who? Kerpal:Kerpal. Daughter:OK, one moment please. [Daughter calls Abtar . . .] Abtar:Hello. Kerpal:Hello. Abtar:Hi there. Kerpal:Hi, I was just calling because I live down the street from you, and your daughter come to my house today and she kick my dog. Abtar:Pardon? Kerpal:Your daughter come to my house today, Abtar:Uh huh Kerpal:And she come on my property and then she kick my dog. And now my dog needs operation. Abtar:She kicked your? Kerpal:She kicked my dog! Abtar:She kicked your dog? Kerpal:Yes. Abtar:Which daughter? Kerpal:The one who just answered the phone [Abtar checks with his daughter . . .] Abtar:No. Kerpal:What? Abtar:No. Kerpal:Yes she did. I saw her. And then I go to I saw her at your house. And, why did she do it? Abtar:I don't know. She didn't said. Kerpal:She did! She's lying. She's lying to you, f**king guy! Abtar:Where, where from you speaking? Kerpal:I am speaking from my house. Abtar:Where you live? Kerpal:Down the street from you. Abtar:Huh? Kerpal:You know where I live. My dog, she kicked it and now I'm going to f**k her! Abtar:[mumbles]... ohhhh, you lie I dunno .. Kerpal:Don't lie, you f**king guy. Abtar:Hey . why? Don't talk like that! Kerpal:F**k you! You know damn right what she do! Abtar:Where do you live and who kicked your dog? Kerpal:Your daughter kicked my dog. Abtar:Which daughter? Kerpal:YOU KNOW DAMN RIGHT!!!.......[quietly].... you bastard [Mumbling in background, daughter comes back to phone] Daughter:Hello. Kerpal:Hello. Daughter:Yeah? Kerpal:Why you kick my dog? Daughter:Hello, can I ask who's speaking please? Kerpal:You know damn right! It's Kerpal. It's Kerpal. Daughter:Who's Kerpal? We don't know Kerpal. Kerpal:Yes, you do. You kick my dog today. Daughter:Dog?! Kerpal:Dog! Daughter:We don't even... No one's ever been at... Kerpal:You don't act stupid. You tell your Dad that I am going to sue him. He is going to go to jail. Daughter:OK, where the hell do you live? Kerpal:I live on your street. Daughter:On my street? Kerpal:You know! Daughter:You say that one of us have kicked your dog? Kerpal:Yes. Daughter:Where abouts do you live? Kerpal:You know damn right!! Daughter:No, we do not know damn right! We don't even know you. Kerpal:[under breath] Yes you do. Daughter:Why? Where the hell do you live? Kerpal:[under breath] You don't ask dumb question. Daughter:Do you live on Marative? Kerpal:No, you just shut up! You try to confuse! I am going to call the police, and then, you're going to go to jail. Daughter:You damn right call the police because we don't know what the hell- Kerpal:You do not tell me 'damn right'. You do not swear at me [under breath] I am going to kill you. Daughter:You're going to kill us!? Kerpal:No, not, I'm just kidding! You just tell your Dad that I am going to get my lawyer and he is going to rush you! Daughter:[says to background] I don't know who the hell he is. [back to Kerpal] OK, you just go ahead, okay, because we don't know what the f**k you're talking about. Kerpal:You don't ever tell me to 'f**k'! You say bad word! Daughter:Well you talk to us this way when you have no proof . . . Kerpal:F**k you, you, you do not tell me f**k you! OK you? You know! Daughter:Please just get lost okay, because we're fed up. Kerpal:F**k you. You are going to jail. Daughter:We don't know who the hell you are and you're phoning us with all these obscene- Kerpal:Shut up! Shut up! Shut up! You shut up you! Daughter:Don't tell