Holmes: What’s wrong?
Watson: I just met a friend of yours.
Holmes: A friend?
Watson: An enemy.
Holmes: Oh. Which one?
Watson: Your arch enemy. According to him.
Holmes: Oh. Did he offer you money to spy on me?
Watson: Yes.
Holmes: Did you take it?
Watson: No.
Holmes: Pity, we could’ve split the fee. Think it over next time.
Tag: enemies
Watson: People don’t have archenemies.
Holmes: What?
Watson: In real life. People don’t have archenemies.
Holmes: That sounds a bit dull. So what do people have in their real lives?
Watson: Friends, people they like, people they don’t like, boyfriends, girlfriends.
Holmes: Like I said, dull.
If we could read the secret history of our enemies, we should find in each man’s life sorrow and suffering enough to disarm all hostility.
Megamind: I’ve made a horrible mistake. I didn’t mean to destroy you. I mean, I meant to destroy you, but I didn’t think it would really work. I’m so tired of running rampant through the streets. What’s the point of being bad when there’s no good to try and stop you? I had so many evil plans in the works – the illiteracy beam, typhoon-cheese, robo-sheep… Battles we will now never have. You know, I never had the chance to say goodbye. So it’s good that we have this time now…you know, before I destroy the place. Nothing personal, it just brings back too many painful memories.
A polite enemy is just as difficult to discredit, as a rude friend is to protect.
A man cannot be too careful in the choice of his enemies.
We must not be enemies. Though passion may have strained, it must not break our bonds of affection. The mystic chords of memory, stretching from every battlefield and patriot grave, to every living heart and hearth-stone, allover this broad land, will yet swell the chorus of the Union when again touched, as surely they will be, by the better angels of our nature.
Do I not effectually destroy my enemies, in making them my friends?