love histre... pat....3

 Boy: Love.

 Girl: I'm not stale.

 Boy: Why?

 Girl: I don't like it.

 Boy: Why don't you like it.

 Girl: I don't believe in love.

 Boy: Take a look at me.

 Girl: What will I gain if I do?

 Boy: Try it.

 Girl: I can do it on one condition.

 Boy: Is there a condition in love?

 Girl: If you agree, tell me or I will go.

 Boy: Okay I agree.

 Girl: Promise.

 Boy: Sure.

 Girl: Give me one of your kidneys.

 Boy: What are you talking about?

 Girl: But you promised.

 Boy: But.

 Girl: No but no.

 Boy: What will I cut?

 Girl: Here it is. (With a dull knife)

 Boy: I wouldn't cut it.

 Girl: Then you don't have to cut.

 Boy: Why?  You didn't say.

 Girl: Do you have to do it?

 Boy: I made that promise.

 Girl: Take it back.

 Boy: Why?

 Girl: Love.

 Boy: Who?

 Girl: You.

 Boy: Then why didn't you say then?

 Girl: I saw it.

 Boy: What?

 Girl: How much you love me.

 Boy: How much?

 Girl: Can't finish saying.

 Girl: i love you pagol.

 Boy: i love you too pagli.  True love is just like that.