The Best Marlo Stanfield Quotes

Marlo: That's my money.
Omar: Man, money ain't got no owners, only spenders

[A security guard has spotted Marlo shoplifting lollipops at the corner store]
Security: The fuck? You think I dream of coming to work up in this shit on a Sunday morning? Tell all my friends what a good job I got? I'm working to support a family, man.
[Marlo looks away]
Security: Pretend I ain't talking to you. Pretend like I ain't even on this earth. I know what you are. Now, I ain't stepping to, but I am a man. And you just clip that shit and act like you don't even know I'm there.
Marlo: I don't.
[unwraps a stolen lollipop, throws wrapper on the ground]
Security: I'm here.
[Marlo moves closer to him]
Security: Look, I told you I ain't stepping to. I ain't disrespecting you, son.
Marlo: You want it to be one way.
Security: What?
Marlo: You want it to be one way.
Security: Man, I don't want it to be --
Marlo: You want it to be one way.
Security: [losing temper] Man, stop --
[pulls himself together]
Security: Stop saying that.
Marlo: But it's the other way.

Joseph: You doin' okay, runnin' them New York boys off the East side- I know that. But this thing you got wit' disappearin' the bodies...
Slim: My man sayin', if you jus' vanishing the bodies like dat, it do kinda defeats it's own purpose. I mean, niggas don't know if they went back to The Bronx or... . whatever... You feel me?
Marlo: Of course. I'll tell my people.
Joseph: Ain't no disrespect to yo' professionalism or nothin'. We all impressed as hell, how you lose motherfuckers like that!

- And po-po's still up on you, huh?
- Yeah, hot all the time, man.
- Today they got the white boy with the black hair up on the roof with booker t Washington.
- Watching with his spyglass. [Laughs]
- The young 'UN saw him climbing up. Yeah.
- All right, so we'll do like this, then.
Marlo: Mm-hm.

'Monk': Boy been throwing up all kind of backtalk about shit. Buck wild about this and that.
Marlo: Like what?
'Monk': Crying about how Junebug and his people got lit up. Crying about how Omar on the street running his mouth, calling for you to step to.
Marlo: Omar say what?
Chris: Nothing.
[pause]
Chris: Omar tried calling you out by name, but shit, no one --
Marlo: What he say about me?
Chris: Nothing, man. Just talking shit.
Marlo: He used my name? In the street?
[pause]
Marlo: Talk, motherfucker!
'Monk': He just, you know, say that you need to step to and that . . . I don't know. He just running his mouth some.
Marlo: He call me a punk?
Chris: It was bullshit, man. You ain't need that on your mind.
Marlo: What the fuck you know about what I need on my mind, motherfucker? My name was on the street? When we bounce from this shit here, y'all going to go down on them corners and let the people know: Word did not get back to me. Let them know Marlo step to any motherfucker -- Omar, Barksdale, whoever. My name is my name!

Marlo: One day soon, I'm walking out with a Rolls, hear?
Poker: Way you've been going to school up in this here room, son, I suspect you're gonna walk out of here with Morgan fucking Freeman to drive it for you, too.

- I can only bring a minority of my officers to bear.
Bubbles' Tormentor: You've got all of it already!
Marlo: Make a nigger work. You like that shit.
- Ain't that right, motherfucker?
- You can't hide, son.
- Don't care where it is.
- In a nigger's ass crack, I'll still find you.

Marlo: That's my money.
Omar: Man, money ain't got no owners. Only spenders.

- You on the list.
- Go on down there any time you want.
- No problem.
- That's the dude right there.
Marlo: A'ight.
Chris: Ya hear?
- Time for y'all to earn your pay, niggers.