The reason grandparents and grandchildren get along so well is that they have a common enemy.
You have no enemies, you say?
Alas, my friend, the boast is poor.
He who has mingled in the fray
Of duty, that the brave endure,
Must have made foes. If you have none
Small is the work that you have done.
You`ve hit no traitor on the hip,
You`ve dashed no cup from perjured lip,
You`ve never turned the wrong to right,
You`ve been a coward in the fight.
For my friends everything, for my enemies the law.
Ye have heard that it hath been said, Thou shalt love thy neighbour, and hate thine enemy. But I say unto you, Love your enemies, bless them that curse you, do good to them that hate you, and pray for them which despitefully use you, and persecute you; that ye may be the children of your Father which is in heaven: for he maketh his sun to rise on the evil and on the good, and sendeth rain on the just and on the unjust.
— I just killed my best friend.
— And your worst enemy.
— Same difference.
You know it smells like shit,
God-damn, tag team, the double header,
Son of Sam:
"Fire always makes it better!"
Navigate with style and aplomb
Cause wherever you're at
That's the tip, use on!
Lies-lies, says he's down in the Bahamas
Tries tries bangin' little hoochie mamas
No way, none of this is true
Well he'll see there comes a day
When the joke's on you, yeah!