At the petrol pump

Rickshaw driver: Fuel, fuel? I stop?

She says: Koi batne. (or however it's spelled. That's how I see it in my head.)

Miscellaneous attendant 1: Hallo! Hallo!

Miscellaneous attendant 2: How are you this morning, madam?

SS: I'm fine, how are you?

MA1: You are cute.

MA2: No, she's beautiful, yaar.

MA1 (turning): Cute, yaar!

SS (despondent; ignores uncouth boys)

....

MA2 (as rickshaw pulls away): Beautiful! Beautiful, yaar!

MA 1: Cute! Cute!

SS (guffaws)