The Best Brother Mouzone Quotes

Brother: You know what the most dangerous thing in America is, right? Nigga with a library card.

Brother: Is there an alley entrance?
Omar: Boarded up on both sides. We gonna have to go through the front.
Brother: That's a change for you, isn't it?

Omar: About a year ago a boy named Brandon got got here in Baltimore. Stuck and burned before he passed.
Brother: The game is the game.
Omar: Indeed. But see, that boy was beautiful. Wasn't no need for you to do him the way y'all did. You feel me?
Brother: A year, you say?
Omar: About that.
Brother: You got some wrong information.
Omar: Man, you lyin' to live.
Brother: I'm at peace with my god. Do what you will.

[Omar is walking down a dark alley at night, carrying his bag and whistling. Suddenly, he hears the click of a gun being cocked behind him]
Brother: [offscreen] That's far enough. Drop your laundry and turn slowly.
[Omar drops his bag]
Omar: So you gonna rob me now. I need to remind you who I am?
Brother: Omar, isn't it?
[Omar turns, revealing Brother Mouzone, pointing a pistol at him]
Brother: Pull it slowly, then toss it.
Omar: [slowly reaching for his own pistol] Oh, I WILL move slow. But I ain't tossin' nothin'... Bow Tie. So whatever you gonna do, you might as well go ahead and make it quick. I knew you'd come back.
Brother: I trust you didn't lose sleep over it.
Omar: Worryin' about you be like wonderin' if the sun gonna come up. Ain't about to wild out over it. What I wanna know is how you find me.
Brother: Your boy. He didn't give you up easy.
Omar: Ain't no sugar water runnin' through them veins. You kill him?
Brother: He's resting.
[Omar slowly pulls his gun out of his belt]
Brother: I see you favor a .45.
Omar: Tonight I do. And I keeps one in the chamber, in case you ponderin'. Nice show piece you got there.
Brother: Walther PPK, .380, double action.
Omar: [slowly raising his gun so Mouzone can see it] Hear them Walthers like to jump some.
Brother: As will you, with one in your elbow.
Omar: That gun ain't got enough firepower to make my joint useless. It definitely won't stop me from emptyin' out half my mag.
Brother: You might not hit me.
Omar: [chuckling] This range? And this caliber? Even if I miss, I can't miss.
Brother: I admire a man with confidence.
Brother: [slowly leveling his gun, aiming it at Mouzone's chest] I don't see no sweat on your brow neither, bruh.
[long pause as the two men silently regard each other from across the alley]
Brother: I suppose we could stand here all night.
Omar: 'Spose we could. Or settle this once and forever.
[another pause, then Mouzone releases the hammer on his gun and lowers it]
Brother: I want to ask you something... brother.
[Omar lowers his gun]
Omar: Omar listenin'.

[after shooting Cheese with a nonlethal bullet]
Brother: Pellets in plastic. Rat shot. What you need be concerned about is what's seated in the chamber now: a copper-jacketed, hollow-point, 120-grain hot street load of my own creation. So you need to think for a just a moment and ask yourself: "What do I have to do before this man raise up his gun again?"

Brother: You're the perfect bait, Lamar. They'll see you as conflicted, your homophobia is so visceral.
Lamar: You see that. I ain't even stepped inside the joint yet and you're calling me a cocksucker already.

[Brother Mouzone confronts Avon at the barber shop]
Avon: You look healthy.
Brother: For a man who was gut-shot. You reached out to a third party who engaged me in the purpose of holding your towers. That third person's word was your word, as he represented you.
Avon: That's right.
Brother: And I ran those East Baltimore gentlemen off. I held up my end of the agreement... at least, for as long as I was physically able.
Avon: You did.
Brother: Your man then set up a meet at Butchie's bar. Your man told Omar Little that I was responsible for the torture of a young boy who was close to Mr. Little's heart. Your man, in effect, sought to have me hit.
Avon: Omar told you that, and you believe that muhfucka?
Brother: He doesn't strike me as a man who would tell stories, even at the point of dying.
Avon: [quietly] Shit. Proposition Joe package.
Brother: The inner workings of your organization don't concern me.
Avon: If there's a way - I mean, if my man... if he made a mistake here, then I'm willin' to pay the cost.
[Mouzone doesn't respond]
Avon: How can we fix it? You want money?
Brother: Money?
Avon: Yeah. This is business.
Brother: Business is where you are now. But what got you here is your word and your reputation. With that alone, you've still got an open line to New York. Without it, you're done.
[Avon says nothing, realizing what he has to do]

Brother: Lamar, where's my Harper's?
Lamar: Say what?
Brother: Harper's. The new issue.
Lamar: You didn't say that one. You said the New Republic, and Atlantic, and a new something else.
Brother: I did not forget to tell you Harper's. Every week I tell you the same shit, and every week you forget half of what I say. Tomorrow first thing, you go down to the newsstand, and you get Harper's. And the Nation, too, which you also managed to forget. You know what the most dangerous thing in America is, right? Nigger with a library card.

Lamar: What happened to all them towers?
Brother: Slow train coming.
Lamar: Huh?
Brother: Reform, Lamar. Reform!

Brother: Gentlemen!
Melvin: Whassup, my brother? Oh, what what what, uh, you slinging bean pies up in here or something? You with the Nation, homey? 'Cause either you a Muslim, or your mama need to stop laying your clothes out in the morning.
Brother: I'm here to represent the interests of a Mr. Barksdale. Are you familiar with Mr. Barksdale?
Melvin: Yeah, that name ring out, but so do mine.
Brother: And you are?
Melvin: Cheese, man.
Brother: Mr. Cheese. I see. And who do you work for, Mr. Cheese?
Melvin: Who I work for?
Brother: Am I correct in assuming that you are not employed by Mr. Barksdale?
Melvin: Hell, yeah.
Brother: Because if that is the case, then I have to insist that you leave.
Melvin: This nigger serious?
Brother: Let me be emphatic: You need to take your black ass across Charles Street where it belongs.

Brother: I see you favor a .45.
Omar: At night I do. And I keeps one in the chamber in case you ponderin'.