The Best Melvin 'Cheese' Wagstaff Quotes

Slim: [during a New Day Co-Op meeting] Milton came with six hundred, and Little Glen is in for three.
Clinton: I got five from me, and I got five from Chinaman to cover.
Slim: We still short nine hundred.
Melvin: I can go that, no thing.
Ricardo: What? Muthafucka, where you get that kinda scratch?
Melvin: You don't think Cheese know this here game? We sellin' dope and coke in Baltimore, nigga. Any of y'all ain't got that kinda money need be ashamed.
Clinton: You're still puttin' up more than your share with that.
Melvin: The way I look at it, we all gonna more than paid once we own the connect, so...
Ricardo: Shit, nigga, we was good when ya uncle had it. You had to go ahead and put up with Marlo -
[Cheese abruptly draws his gun and sticks it in Rick's face]
Melvin: See that? See now, that's just the wrong way to look at it. 'Cause Joe had his time, and Omar put an end to that. Then Marlo had his time, short as it was, and the police put an end to that. And now, muthafucka, it's OUR time. Mines and yours. But instead of just shuttin' up and kickin' in, you gonna stand there cryin' that "back in the day" shit.
Ricardo: Cheese...
Melvin: There ain't no "back in the day," nigga! Ain't no nostalgia to this shit here! There's just the street, and the game, and what happen here today.
Ricardo: You right.
[Cheese lowers his gun]
Melvin: When it was my uncle, I was with my uncle. When it was Marlo, I was with him. But now, nigga -
[Slim suddenly draws his gun and shoots Cheese in the head, killing him instantly. Everyone stares in shock as Cheese's body twitches on the ground]
Clinton: What the fuck you do that for? Now we short the nine!
Slim: That was for Joe.
[he walks away]
Clinton: [to Rick, jerking his thumb at Slim] This sentimental muthafucka just cost us money.

Det. William 'Bunk' Moreland: So Cheese. Who's your dog?
Melvin: Huh. You my dog.
[air kisses Bunk]
Det. William 'Bunk' Moreland: Heh heh heh, I just want to know who's your dog. Dog.
Melvin: What's this, some psychology? Huh? Yeah, OK, uhh... "Yo please, stop, stop! I'll tell you everything I know."
Det. William 'Bunk' Moreland: C'mon Cheese!
[shows Cheese some photos of murder victims]
Det. William 'Bunk' Moreland: Who's your dog?
Melvin: Oh hell no! Y'all a'int layin' no bodies on me man. Lawyer time!

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.