So turning friends into enemies. Seems to be a CIA specialty.
Perhaps it’s not our friends but… our enemies that define us.
No greater love hath man than to lay down his life for a friend.
I’m friends with your mother. I’m here to help. Don’t eat the help.
I never lose sleep over my enemies. It’s my friends that keep me awake.
Hey, I’m looking for a friend. He’s, uh, tall, dumb, smells like… bread. Um, oh yeah, chainsaw arm. Probably should’ve, led with that one, but…
Women. You all want to be the envy of your friends, but God forbid you garner too much of it.
The thing we’re all most afraid of, is losing our friends, is being all alone.
Our friends and family, they don’t make us weaker, they make us stronger.
One’s choice of companion is a curious thing.
My friends. That is my tribe.
Know your enemy, Cardinal. Know him better than your friend.