Why don’t I do what I’m supposed to?

I’ve even walked out of the examination hall, not finishing the paper, not bothering about marks lost. If I knew I’d pass, it was enough. I used to happily walk out of the hall to have breakfast or a smoke, may be.

Where there’s smoke, there ought to be King Lights!

And now they are after tobacco smoking. Gabbar Singh first stopped giving water in a tumbler to Thakur, and now doesn’t want to give tissue paper either.