Amigo o enemigo

Eric: This is rash. This is the rashest thing that's ever happened to us before.

Kyle: Right, what are we even talking about this for?

Brad: Why don't we just go home?

Eric: The guy's a fucking fugitive, man!

Brad: Great, I hate this, you realize that?

[Eric breaks a stick with his knee and throws it into the woods]

Eric: What? What do you hate?

Brad: Yeah, hilarious, the guy said it was the police that are after him. So why don't we just not do this, okay? Are you even listening to me?

Eric: No.

Kyle: Look at this thing.

[Kyle, Brad and Eric see a old car]

Brad: What does this say about him? I guess he was a little disappointed.

Kyle: C'mon, he's a cop, Brad, we gotta help him.

Brad: We don't- we don't even know the guy, I mean, there might be accomplices. Kyle, the guy's been shot. He needs real medical attention, I mean we could have a real doctor go down there and no one would know the difference.

Eric: What? Look, you heard what he said, right? The only thing he's got is us. Us three, our shack, our fucking shit, okay? All right? Let's go Kyle.

[Kyle taps his hands on the back of the trunk of the car]

Eric: What? Look, you heard what he said, right? The only thing he's got is us. Us three, our shack, our fucking shit, okay? All right? Let's go Kyle.

[Kyle taps his hands on the back of the trunk of the car]

Eric: One, two, three.

[They start to push the car, but Brad stops]

Kyle: This doesn't have to be a big deal, Brad. We push the car, so what?

Eric: [shouting to Brad] Here we go, Bradley! Are you in or are you out? Huh?

Brad: [shouting back] Of what?