8 Mile (2002)

Evan Jones: Cheddar Bob

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Quotes 

• [last lines] 

  Cheddar Bob : Peace out, Rabbit!

• Jimmy Smith Jr : Yo I need to get some privacy here guys.

  Cheddar Bob : Can I come?

• DJ Iz : Man, do you know how many abandoned buildings we have in Detroit? I mean, how are you supposed to take pride in your neighborhood with shit like that next door? And does the city tear them down? No, they too busy building casinos and taking money from the people.

  Future : [Talking to Iz while rolling another joint]  Shut yo preaching ass up! Don't nobody care about that shit.

  DJ Iz : Did you care when that crackhead raped that little girl? You think that woulda' happened if he didn't have an abandoned house to take her to?

  Cheddar Bob : They caught him didn't they?

  Future : Yeah, they caught him. Dumb motherfucker went back to the house. How stupid could a nigga be?

  [Sol laughs] 

• Cheddar Bob : [Shoots gun]  Yeah! Wanna fuck with us, huh? Fuck with us, yeah!

  B. Rabbit : Cheddar, what the fuck are you doing? Where did you get that shit?

  Cheddar Bob : It's my mom's.

  B. Rabbit : Put that shit away before you kill someone!

  Cheddar Bob : Papa Doc had one!

  B. Rabbit : Put it away!

  Future : Put that down, man.

  Cheddar Bob : Okay. Alright.

  [Shoots himself in the leg] 

• Cheddar Bob : Yo B, they're calling your name.

• Lyckety-Splyt : Listen up now! Leaders in the Free World in the motherfucking house. Me and Papa Doc will battle any motherfuckers here.

  Future : Fuck the Free World.

  Cheddar Bob : Yeah! Fuck the Free World!

  Lyckety-Splyt : Fuck the Free World? You 313 bitches is wack. Ayo, fat ass! Yeah, I'm talking about your man Sol. I better kick you in your chest and porkchops fall out your asshole. You cats is pussy, soft like wet flowers. Leaders of the Free World here to smash on you cowards. Look at Future.

  Future : Look, don't even start, nigga.

  Papa Doc : What you gonna do about it, faggot?

  Future : Who are you calling a faggot?

  Papa Doc : Don't play yourself, bitch.

  Lyckety-Splyt : Hold up! Yo, Elvis. You don't wanna step to this. You need to take that white rap shit of yours back across 8 Mile. Caught your choke act at the shelter last night.

  [Lyckety-Splyt started imitating a cough, Jimmy makes him fall in the car Hood, then a fight begins]