Cal: "One, two..."
Ricky: "Oh, not, again, again! No go. NO go!"
Cal: "It's stuck. It's stuck."
Ricky: "We got two knives in my leg."
Lucious: "I know, but one is a safty knife. It's just safty. It's coming out. It's coming out!"
Ricky: "I'm choking on my own spit. It hurts so bad, I'm choking on my own spit."
Lucious: "Concentrate."
Ricky: "Good night, guys. I'm loosing a lot of blood."
Lucious: "Just relax, man."
Ricky: "Good night."
Cal: "Ricky!"
Ricky: "Hmm?"
Cal: "Wake--"