Had you worked together instead of against each other, you might have been successful.
— M. Bison, Street Fighter
The Inquisition is a hundred different schools of thought, divided by a single goal.
— Lord Inquisitor Nihilus, Warhammer 40,000
You do not need to look to the stars to find the greatest obstacle this Conclave faces, my brothers. Simply gaze around this room and you will find such a sea of discord as to make our foes cackle with glee.
— Inquisitor Eistus Gracker in address to the Calixian Conclave, Warhammer 40,000
Cragen: This is why the criminals are running rings around us.
Agent Schrek: Why?
Cragen: Because they're working together, and we're not.
Agent Schrek: Why?
Cragen: Because they're working together, and we're not.
— Law & Order: Special Victims Unit "Chat Room"
Sometimes our right hand doesn't know what our far-right hand is doing.
"Zeb was the kind of guy who was so secretive, not only didn't his right hand know what his left hand was doing, often his thumb was kept in the dark about what his fingers were up to."
— Deety in Robert A. Heinlein's The Number of the Beast
"My right hand hasn't seen my left hand in thirty years."
— J.J. Hunsecker, Sweet Smell of Success
"Is ONI one happy family? Oh, please. We've got four divisions, officially, and only one of them knows that we've actually got more than that. There's Section Two—made up of psyops and PR, who each kid themselves they're not like the other at all—which tells the lies; Section Zero, which thinks it spies on everyone else, tells lies to Section Two, and thinks it tells lies to Sections One and Three; Section One does stuff we can almost talk about, the interface with other branches; and Section Three does the stuff we can't talk about or else it would have to kill everyone in fascinating and groundbreaking new ways."
— Black Box, Halo
The Brotherhood of the Crimson Star, an apocalypse cult with a decentralised cell structure. Approximately half of the Brotherhood’s cells are working to accelerate the prophesied apocalypse, while the other half are working to prevent it. Owing to tight information control and erratic communication between cells, most members are completely in the dark about the schism, believing that all of their peers share their goals and and merely disagree in their methods.
—David J. Prokopetz, "More inadvisable secret societies for your Dungeons & Dragons game" [1]
[Manuel Neuer, Marc-Andre Ter Stegen, Ederson, Allison, Jan Oblak, and David De Gea are piloting Goaltron towards an incoming meteor]
Ederson: Okay folks, this thing's coming in fast, we need to guess a direction.
Marc-Andre ter Stegen: It's coming left!
Manuel Neuer: No you vollpfosten, it's right! We need to dive right!
Alisson: I think we need to rush it and slide tackle it in open space. [Goaltron moves accordingly]
Neuer: Agreed, full thrust.
Jan Oblak: I don't know boys. I think we should stay on our line and get a better read on it. [Goaltron moves back to its original position]
ter Stegen: Yeah. Good idea.
Neuer: Nein! We need to press!
ter Stegen: Nein! Manuel, nein! You're so a-Neuer-ing. Stay back! Stay back! [Goaltron constantly shifts positions to Neuer and ter Stegen's argument, as the meteor goes underneath its legs and crashes into Earth]
Neuer and ter Stegen: Ohhhh... scheisse.
Replacing folk throughout Elklund (and to a lesser extent, Thule) with her own hellish doppelgängers, she plays their parts masterfully to direct the explosive civil war to an end she finds personally suitable before she spreads it into the surrounding countries. Unfortunately, those doppelgängers are all equal parts Belladonna, and each has subsequently decided it knows better than the others. Attempting to outmaneuver one another through both guile and force, each day the slivers of the Allmother play games of politics and war to defeat their “kin” but find themselves evenly matched.
