Chelios: Yeah, yeah, well, you want to know what i was doing?
Chelios: Getting killed, you plum.
Chelios: Yeah, you heard me. Ricky fucking Verona.
Kaylo: Ricky Verona?
Chelios: I mean, who'd have thought... That little bitch would have the stones to come and whack me in my own crib. I mean, it's inconceivable. And yet, here we are.
Kaylo: Where are we?
Chelios: I'm dead, and you're simple.
Chelios asks where the hell Kaylo was while he was getting killed by Ricky last night.