Listen, I remember something. At the start of the year, Stiles was trying to find a place for you guys to live after graduation. He said you were getting an apartment together. And I remember saying something to Stiles. Something like it's not always a good idea to live with your friends. Even your best friend. But Stiles said it wouldn't matter because you weren't just friends. You guys were more like brothers.
One day somebody should remind us that, even though there may be political and ideological differences between us, the Vietnamese are our brothers, the Russians are our brothers, the Chinese are our brothers; and one day we've got to sit down together at the table of brotherhood.
— Chandler, you're an only child, right? You don't have any of this.
— Well, no, although I did have an imaginary friend... who my parents actually preferred.
— Bonjour! Are you a friend of Charlie's?
— I'm his brother. So, no.
Explanation:
Another girl comes down from Charlie's room.
— What precisely is Michael's crime?
— He's my younger brother.
A brother may not be a friend, but a friend will always be a brother.
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