250 Best Sons of Anarchy Quotes

Filip: I was raised a Catholic. Everything's a worry for me.

Gemma: [Smoking a cigarette outside the hospital] What brings you here?
Ernest: Four packs a day finally caught up to Mom. Stage 4 lung cancer.
Gemma: [She looks at her cigarette, then puts it out] Sorry to hear that.

[Jax visits Tully in prison to talk about moving the stolen Chinese heroin]
Ron: If I find the right size bowl, how much do you think you're gonna be feedin' the dog?
Jackson: [leaning forward and lowering his voice] Two cases. High-end rice chow.
Ron: Is that an old Asian recipe?
Jackson: That's right.
Ron: I have some relationship issues to work out, some sharing-the-dog-park shit.
Jackson: So is that a yes?
Ron: You're gonna meet my dog walker. He'll make the final call.
Jackson: Well, it's gonna have to be soon. Dog food's got an expiration date.
Ron: Yeah.
[he pulls out a cell phone and begins dialing]
Jackson: What are you doin', man? Cameras.
Ron: Oh, no, I bought this room. They ain't on.
Jackson: [confused] Then why the hell are we talkin' in code?
Ron: I miss my dogs.
[Jax realizes that Tully is literally talking about dog food]
Jackson: I'm guessing German shepherds.

Colette: Colette Jane to Jax Teller: "I listen as good as I suck dick."

The: I realized that in my downward spiral of hopelessness I was actually falling into a huge hole created by my absence of basic human graces. The most obvious was forgiveness. If I was wronged by anyone, in or out of the club, I had to be compensated by money or blood. There was no turning the other cheek. When relationships become a ledger of profit and loss, you have no friends, no loved ones, just pluses and minuses. You are absolutely alone.

Juan: [to Gemma, when he realizes he must finally choose between running, being found by the cops or being found by the club] I don't like bein' alone. I'm not good on my own.
[fighting tears]
Juan: My head gets so loud. And shit doesn't make... Nothing syncs up. I start thinking about my thinking. And getting lost in the details of nothing. Nothing can pull me out of it.

Jackson: [Meeting with Tully in prison] Do you own the room? I don't know enough dog code to say what I hafta say.

Gemma: You gotta go see him, Jax.
Jackson: I can't.
Gemma: Why? He'll break your heart? It's called being a father.
Jackson: For how long? A day? A week?
Gemma: You know, you were born with that same heart defect your little brother had.
[She lightly punches his chest]
Gemma: Seems pretty sturdy to me. I've been through hell, landed on my feet. Your father was hit by a goddamn semi, dragged 178 yards. And that bastard lived for two more days. Tellers do not die easy.
Jackson: No, we just die bloody.

Sheriff: What about the Chinese? Would they have any reason to want to hurt your club?
Jackson: Not that I know of. I'm a very big fan of their food.

Gemma: You think... you think God forgives you for doing bad things? I - I mean like really... bad shit.
Reverend: God forgives absolutely. We're the ones who usually can't.

Lyla: [drunk at their wedding] Opie! Come dance with me! It's our song!
Harry: Sorry, boys. Gotta go.
Jackson: Wow... Only an hour in and you're already face-deep in a bowl of pussywhip.

Jackson: [He and Opie are cuffed, lying face down on the floor] Helluva honeymoon.
Harry: I should have just stayed in bed with my wife, the porn star.
[They laugh]

Jackson: You are really gonna stand there and lay the guilt of a dead wife on me?

Chief: Charming is a special town. Not many folks take to it. I like to think the town chooses its occupants. The right ones stay; wrong ones disappear.

Alex: [Disgusted by having to drive the pink van] Why are we pink?
Robert: C'mon, baby, you *love* pink.

Robert: [Referring to the transvestite hooker] We gotta find Venus.
Alex: Oh, I know where she is.
[Everyone turns to look at him, surprised]
Alex: We keep in touch.
[He leaves the room]
Jackson: [Jax turns to the others] Should I be worried they keep in touch?

Tara: Where are we going?
Gemma: Forward, sweetheart.

Nero: Órale. Good to see you, Marcus.
Marcus: You too, Nero. Thanks for makin' the time, huh?
Nero: Yeah, it's all good. Gotta say, though, I'm a little more than, uh, curious about your offer to my boy Fiasco. Mayans helpin' Byz-Lats... how's that work?
Marcus: Shit that happens in Oaktown don't stay in Oaktown. It affects everyone.
Nero: What shit is that?
Marcus: Eh, we got a delicate balance. Us, Niners, Chinese, Italians... we all got our piece and we all got our boundaries. And we all get our guns from SAMCRO. Same price, same quality. By the nature of the business, MC became the de facto referee. And Jax embraced that.
Nero: But not anymore.
Marcus: That's right. See, Sons pulling out creates a void. Not just in guns, but in power. Word is, Jax is handing over the Irish guns to August Marks. And that move gives black a lotta weight, ese. Upsets the balance. Makes a real problem for all of us.
Nero: Simón. Have a meet with the MC, work it out.
Marcus: Jax shoulda thought about that before he started killing people. Not my meetin' to call. Now I gotta sit down with the Chinese and see what my options are.
Nero: Why you tellin' me all this?
Marcus: You got a relationship, ese.
Nero: Business partner. I'm just Teller's business partner. We're movin' a little pussy, ¿qué no? I got no say in what he does with his club.
Marcus: Mayans are starting up a charter up in Stockton. I got twenty members from Oakland and Vegas gonna make the jump. Things play out in Oaktown the way I think, it's gonna be brown and yellow against black and white. Now, I know that puts you at odds with Teller and your own streets, ese.
Nero: Jesus Christ. That's, that's the way this is gonna go down?
Marcus: Givin' you a heads-up, hermano, that's all.
Nero: Best we stay neutral.
Marcus: Come on, ese. There ain't no Switzerland in the 'hood.

Lyla: With this ring, I vow my love. I promise to always be a loving and faithful wife... and old lady.
Harry: With this ring, I vow my love. And I promise always to cherish and protect you.
Jackson: What else?
Harry: And treat you as good as my leather and...
[joined by everyone else]
Harry: ride you as much as my Harley.

Jackson: [to Opie who has just assaulted several sheriff's so that he can be arrested with Jax] Is this you becoming me?
Harry: How'd I do?
Jackson: [Smiling] Not bad.

John: The true outlaw finds the balance between the passion in his heart and the reason in his mind. The solution is always an equal mix of might and right.

Tig: I hate dolls, man. They creep me out.

Robert: [Walking slowly to the bathroom, his arm in a sling] West. You're gonna need to hold my dick while I piss. You're gonna need two hands.
West: Is he serious?
Juan: Yeah. He's huge. You're gonna need both hands.

Jackson: [voiceover, reading his fathers memoirs] A true outlaw finds the balance between the passion in his heart and the reason in his mind. The outcome is the balance of might and right.

Tyne: Jackson. What happens at the end of the day?
Jackson: [Softly, with a small smile] The bad guys lose.

Jackson: I'm tired of being crushed under the weight of greedy men who believe in nothing.
[pause]
Jackson: I have to change that.

Clarence: Where is everybody?
Alex: Chibs and Hap went home. I haven't seen Bobby or Juice. I think Jax finally tracked down Op. And Miles and Kozik are dead.
Clarence: Thanks for the update.

Jackson: [Jax and a few others have just pulled up to the car holding the two black kids who stole their guns. A cop had pulled them over for speeding, but Kozik drove by on his bike and shot the rear window out of the cop car to lure them away. Jax leans down to the driver's window and smiles] License and registration, please.

Jackson: [while digging up the pastor's very ripe body] You okay?
Filip: No. All this shit... it triggers my Catholic superstitions.
[Takes a swig of whiskey]
Jackson: Trust me. If this guy's got a ghost, it's lookin' for a bus full of dead school boys.
Filip: That's comforting.

Nero: You wanna follow me, Sheriff, I'll make it easy. I'll be at Diosa most of the afternoon. Then probably head over to TM. Maybe make a stop along the way, buy a pack of gum, kill a hooker or two. You know, just another day.

Ernest: So just how... dirty do I have to get to be as clean as you, Mr. Hale?

Jackson: [to DA Patterson] I'm the scumbag outlaw. And you're the pillar of justice. But, neither one of us likes looking at ourselves in the mirror.

Clarence: And if I were to ask for some comfort? Would you be about that?
Rita: No. Sorry, but your old lady would turn us both into chum.
Clarence: Hmmm, good point.

Wendy: [Caught Brooke and Ratboy having sex with Thomas sleeping in the room] Oh, Christ. Really? In front of the baby?
Brooke: He was sleeping.
Ratboy: And he's like... a baby.

Filip: [to Juice, about the MC rule of no blacks allowed] Listen, the rules have been around since day one. Different time. I'm not sayin' I agree with them all. But, you know... if I start pickin' and choosin' which ones to follow then... the whole thing just falls apart.

Gemma: [after she and Maureen caught Jax and Trinity together] This is very bad.
Maureen: Agreed. Little slut!
Gemma: Yeah, he is. Well, unless we want a 3-headed grandchild, looks like we're gonna hafta share some family history.

Gemma: Thank you, Chucky.
Chucky: You're my best friend, Gemma.
Gemma: I accept that.

Connor: Oh, Jackson. You just killed an IRA king. There's no comin' back from that, lad.
Jackson: My ol' man tried to sever that tie 20 years ago.
[Big smile]
Jackson: Better late than never.

Deputy: Anger clouds judgment, and it makes us do things that we end up regretting - things we can never take back.

Gemma: So, what's that gonna look like? Me, in Canada?
Clarence: We'll get you setup someplace safe, off the grid - getcha good papers
Alex: Maybe you go redhead for a while
Gemma: Oh, Christ! I'd rather shave my head.

Chief: [Enters the cigar shop, turns the closed sign over and pulls the shade] Closing time.
Polly: Yeah, I guess it is. Where happened to the other cops?
Chief: [Sits down and lights a cigar] Oh, they're uh, off doing something that matters.

[last lines]
Jackson: [toward Tara after finding out she is pregnant] I love you.

Margaret: What in Gods name happened?
Gemma: I flew my broomstick in to a brick wall.

Chief: [to Gemma who's just come home] Uh... Clay's here. Come to pick up the rest of his shit.
Ratboy: He thought you'd be at the, uh... cemetery.
Chucky: I'm feeling really uncomfortable.

Jackson: Don't worry. I'm not going to go all Adriana on you.

Jackson: We're gonna get through this like we do everything else.
Tara: That's what scares me the most.

Gemma: I need you to open the back gate for me.
Chuck: Where ya going?
Gemma: I got to, uh... test drive that Beemer. Quality assurance.
Chuck: You're lyin' to me. Right?
Gemma: That's right.

Clarence: The hand on the dick. What's the deal?
Chuck: I'm sorry man, sorry. I have this condition. I'm not even aware of it.
Clarence: Condition?
Chuck: CMD, Compulsive Masturbation Disorder. I couldn't get the right meds in Stockton, so it's a little outta control right now.
Piermont: You know, I used to have that. Then I turned 13.

Clarence: What kinda awful shit did your mother do to you?
Tig: What do you mean?

Clarence: [Made love with Gemma after his release from prison] Damn, that was fast.
Gemma: Yeah, that's cuz you're used to speed bangin' Juice in dark hallways.
Clarence: Hey, don't turn what Juice and I had into something cheap and tawdry.
Gemma: [laughing] I'm sure it was sweet Puerto Rican magic.

The: The older I get, the more I realize that age doesn't bring wisdom. It only brings weary.

Jackson: [to Connor] I'm giving you the truth you *need*.

Jackson: Two minutes later, and I'd have been dancing in Tig territory.

Nero: Listen, uh, things have gotten a little unraveled.
Jackson: Yeah, we heard about the Chinese guns.
Oscar: Yeah? From who?
Robert: Fox news. They're blaming Obama.

Robert: So. Let's play follow the lawyer.
Juan: I'd rather play run over the lawyer.
Robert: It's still early.

Jackson: Hey. You ever heard from Kohn?
Agent: [Thinks]
Jackson: Dangerous being a Fed.

Clarence: Where are the Irish?
Jackson: In Ireland

Tara: Thank you, Wayne.
Chief: Yeah. Um, I'll just wait out here till you're done.
Tara: Okay.
Chief: [wants to leave then turns around] And Doc... at some point, I'm gonna ask a few questions.
Tara: [nods] I know.

Tara: [while watching Tig and Kozik argue] God, what is up with those two?
Chuck: Not sure, but, uh, judging by their level of malevolence, there's gotta be at least one vagina involved.

Robert: Remember when our biggest problem was which Mayan to kill?
Jackson: Simpler times.
Robert: Simpler men.

Nero: So I guess the cancer's eaten away that part of your brain that can actually hold a conversation.
Chief: No, it's eaten away at my patience for people I don't give a shit about.

Jackson: [Sees Tig watching Venus walk away] Somethin' we need to know here?
Alex: We're friends. You know, we got things in common.
Robert: Yeah, I can think of one thing.
Alex: Don't be disrespectful. I'm gonna head upstairs, gonna get her to move it along. She tends to dilly dally.
[Turns to follow Venus upstairs]
Ratboy: Dilly dally?
Jackson: Okay. Now, I'm worried.

Nero: Your boy... he's unchained right now. He's looking for any excuse to rage.
Gemma: Can you blame him?
Nero: I understand it. The problem is... it gets to a point, Gem, where it ain't about revenge anymore. You're doin' it because... it just feels good.

Jackson: [In his journal] It's hard not to hate. People. Things. Institutions. When they break your spirit and take pleasure in watching you bleed. Hate... is the only feeling that makes sense. But, I know what hate does to a man. It tears him apart. Turns him into something he's not. Something he'd promised himself he'd never become. That's what I need to tell you. To let you know how hard I'm trying not to cave under the weight of all the awful things I feel in my heart. Sometimes my life feels like a deadly balancing act. What I feel slamming up against what I should do. Impulsive reactions racing to solutions miles ahead of my brain. When I look at my day, I realize that most of it was spent cleaning up the damage of the day before. In that life, I have no future. All I have is distraction. And remorse. I buried my best friend three days ago. As cliché as this sounds, I left a part of me in that box. A part I barely knew. A part I'll never see again. Every day is a new box, boys. You open it, you take a look at what's inside. You're the one who determines if it's a gift... or a coffin.

Juan: [after giving a Doberman crystal meth] In my own defense, you said to drug the dog. You weren't very specific.

John: First time I read Emma Goldman wasn't in a book. I was sixteen, hiking near the Nevada border. The quote was painted on a wall in red. When I saw those words it was like someone ripped them from the inside of my head.
Jackson: Anarchism... stands for liberation of the human mind from the dominion of religion; the liberation of the human body from the dominion of property; liberation from shackles and restraint of government. It stands for social order based on the free grouping of individuals.
John: The concept was pure, simple, true. It inspired me. Lit a rebellious fire, but ultimately I learned the lesson that Goldman, Proudhom and the others learned. That true freedom requires sacrifice and pain. Most human beings only think they want freedom. In truth they yearn for the bondage of social order, rigid laws, materialism. The only freedom man really wants, is the freedom to become comfortable.

Alex: [after Clay gets pissed when Gemma drives off] I hate it when Mommy and Daddy fight.

Jacob: I was just reading an article on these, uh... home invasion attacks. People are very scared.
Jackson: [Very sympathetic as Bobby nods in commiseration] I don't blame them.
Jacob: Most think it's tied to the, uh... criminal element here in Charming.
Robert: The city council?

Tyne: Do you ever struggle with your need to be a good man?
Jackson: I struggle with all my needs. Just like everyone else.
Tyne: My guess is you struggle with it every day. What you are crashing into who you are.

Gemma: [pointing to some boxes] Oh Thanks, Chucky. Uh, put these in the shed.
Chuck: Indeed, indeed. I do the deed. He said, she said, with buoyant speed.
Clarence: Is it me, or is he getting...
Gemma: Yeah, the Dr. Seuss thing is new. But he's pretty much certifiable.

Jacob Hale Jr.: This is blackmail.
Hector: Yeah. I got an app for that, Homes.

Chucky: [When Gemma checks the fundraiser chili recipe] I may have gotten in over my head.

Clarence: He manages to make it through a desert minefield and winds up buying it in a kitchen.

Alex: I'm all over it. Like he is on his mama.
Montez: My mama's dead, man.
Jackson: That won't stop him.

Clarence: I'm a mechanic and a motorcycle enthusiast.

Jackson: You're all very unbalanced individuals.

Dr. Tara Knowles: You keep saying you want to change things, but you keep repeating old behavior. You can't have it both ways.
Jackson: Is there anything you love so much, you'd protect it, no matter the cost, the damage it did to you?
Dr. Tara Knowles: Yeah, a child.
Jackson: Yeah. That's how I feel about this club. Since I was five, Tara, all I've ever wanted was a Harley and cut. Change won't happen quick or without blood, but it'll happen. It has to.

Leland: Well, well.
[Lifts his hand to shade his eyes, making a deal of looking around for someone]
Leland: Bring another police escort?
Alex: [Returns the gesture] Just us bad guys.

Gemma: You so much as flash a pretty grin at him-I will jam my fist so far up your bony ass, your cup size will double.

Clarence: Two in the back of the head. Quick and painless.
Jackson: It ain't easy being king.
Clarence: Yeah, you just remember that.

Lee: Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks but bears it out even to the edge of doom.

Gemma: How'd you think this was gonna play out? Best case scenario, your plan worked. You divorce Jax, either you or Wendy take those boys on up to Oregon or wherever. Did you really think Jax was gonna let that happen?
Tara: He'd have no choice.
Gemma: Do you have any idea who your husband is? What he's capable of?
Tara: I know him better than you do.
Gemma: Oh, no. Clearly you don't.
[pauses]
Gemma: My son loves deep... hates deeper. It's in our genes. Betrayal is unforgivable. What you did, what you were planning to do... there's no coming back from that. All you can do now is tell him you're sorry and go away.
Tara: I'll never do that. Not without my sons.
Gemma: You need to hear this, Tara. And understand it on every level. Thomas and Abel will not be raised by you. What you do now will determine how we deliver that message. Mommy moved away... or Mommy passed away. Your call.

Alex: [Burying Lin's crew and customers] We're runnin' outta room out here.
Happy: I know a thousand places to bury bodies.
Alex: [Small smile] Course you do.

Jackson: : Something happens at around 92 miles an hour. Thunder headers drown out all sound. Engine vibration travels at a heart's rate. Field of vision funnels into the immediate. And suddenly you are not on the road - you're in it, a part of it. Traffic, scenery, cops - just cardboard cutouts blown over as you pass. Sometimes I forget the rush of that, that's why I love these long runs. All your problems, all the noise, gone. Nuthin else to worry about, except what's right in front of you.

Gemma: [Walks into the office to see Piney drinking tequila] Mexican for lunch?

Tyler: [Looking at all the mounted animals on the walls of the cabin] You guys have gone full redneck.
Alex: We used to have a couple of black heads on the wall, but we took 'em down, y'all. Out of respect.
Tyler: I appreciate that.

Kid: Think you guys can double up and let me take one of your bikes?
Jackson: [Points towards Chibs] Not unless he grows tits.
Filip: Big tits. Huge tits.
[Jax slaps Chibs's hand with his his and they both smirk]

Tara: Normal people call the authorities when their lives are threatened.
Gemma: You don't have a normal life, baby. You have this one.

Clarence: [Enters the shed where the guys are building crates to haul guns] Look at my happy little elves.

Chief: [to Tara about her relationship with Jax] Don't think too hard on it, Doc. You come across something don't make you miserable, enjoy it.

Happy: He's right. It had to be Laroy. He's gotta die. Like a lot.

Gemma: I was talking to April Hobart. What do you think about letting Kyle come tomorrow?
Clarence: I don't think about it. Opie went to prison cause of that asshole. He's excommunicated.
Gemma: It's not for Kyle. April stayed in Charming when you stripped his patch, divorced him.
Clarence: She divorced him cause he was nailing everything with two sets of lips. The answer is no.

Clarence: Alright. There's a challenge on the table. New president. I don't think we need the formalities of nomination, you want the chair
[to Bobby]
Clarence: .
Robert: I ain't got no choice.
Clarence: Okay. Yea or nay? Bobby taking the gavel. Nay.
Alexander: Nay.
[gunfire errupts]

Harry: [to Stahl] The outlaw had mercy. You remember that.

Gemma: When it comes to finding a good old lady, you don't get what you want, Rat. You get what you *are*.

Alex: Those two dead Mexicans in the warehouse hole... I was hitting them.
Clarence: Jesus Christ. Both of them?
Alex: Oh yeah. Kind of a taco twofer thing.

Juan: I don't wanna die, Gemma. I'm just a little unsure of how to live in all this right now.

Jackson: I'm gonna turn into Clay.
Harry: [Intensely] I'm more afraid that I'm gonna turn into *you*.

Ron: [When Jax asked him to facilitate getting to Lin] Why don't we burn that cross when we get to it?

Gill: You're gonna get yourself killed, old man.
Piermont: I'm ready for that. Are you?

Filthy: Should we do anything?
Jackson: Yeah, grab some brooms. We're going to have a lot of stuff to clean up.

Alex: You know why I like teaming up with you, Hap? Cuz when we do, *I'm* the normal one.

Eli: You suddenly struck with a conscience?
Jackson: No more than you, Sheriff.
Eli: Don't compare our guilt.
Jackson: Hey, brother. Once you cross the line, there is no comparing. There's just that side of the line.

Margaret: [Just walked in on Gemma in Tara's office. Gemma has a book in front of her] Oh. Sorry. Is Tara expecting you?
Gemma: No. I, uh...
[Holds up the book]
Gemma: I was just doin' some research.
Margaret: [Reads the book title] Sono-anatomy and Feasibility of Ultrasonic Graphic Guidance in Term and Pre-term Neonates.
Gemma: It's a trilogy.

Pastor: It's not too late for you men. Jesus Christ, our lord and savior, can save you. He can deliver you from all your transgressions.
Clarence: I appreciate your zeal, padre, but my transgressions are all I got left.

Clarence: Nobody threatens Sam Crow... brown, black, or *white*. Now why don't you all pile back into your clown car, and head on back to Nazi-town.

Clarence: You know what I'll put it up for a vote, but it's not gonna pass.
Gemma: I love you.
Clarence: That loves gonna kill me.

Piermont: You know, this isn't on Jax, it was my idea. Just have to blame it on the dementia.

Alex: [after seeing the damage done to his bike by a teenage runaway] Why my bike? I mean, really. Do all teenage girls just hate me?
Jackson: Yes.
Happy: Yep.

Chief: I have no doubt that you could raise these boys. I know how much you love them. But you got to realize this isn't 1967 anymore, sweetheart. This life, it ain't romantic or free. There's no path to anything that makes any sense. It's just dirty and sad. And we both know it's only going to get worse.

Chief: Got a disturbing call from a woman says you pulled a gun on her?
Gemma: Yeah.
Chief: That's it? Just... yeah?
Gemma: I didn't *shoot* her.

Tara: Clay Morrow should've been dead a long time ago.

Gemma: What are you doing, Gem?
Wayne: You're a smart man, Wayne. I'm sure you know the answer to that.

Jackson: I think the struggle I understand best, even more than all the things you wanted for SAMCRO and all we eventually became. The one I feel the most is the war of the mind. Happens when you try to get right with both family and patch. That fear and guilt crippled me. I realized, as I think you did, a good father and a good outlaw can't settle inside the same man. I'm sorry, J.T. It was too late for me. I was already inside it. And Gemma... she had plans. It's not too late for my boys. I promise, they will never know this life of chaos. I know who you are now. And what you did. I love you, Dad.

Happy: [Shoots the already dead Miles 4 times] Lyin' bitch.
Filip: [With sarcasm] Did you get 'im?

Gemma: I love you.
Clarence: [to himself after she leaves] That love's gonna kill me.

Jackson: I love that guy more than anyone, but I also see what's happening to him and it scares the shit outta me. Opie can't be half in, half out. It'll get him killed, Donna.
Donna: Than I want him out. That other guy got out. Kyle.
Jackson: Kyle was kicked out. You know why? Cause the night Opie got arrested for blowing up that truck yard, Kyle was supposed to be his getaway ride. Only the asshole panicked when he heard sirens, left Opie behind.
Donna: Opie never said anything...
Jackson: Cause Opie's not rat. Brothers don't turn on each other. He did the time. It's what we do. Opie will never walk away from the club. We both know that. He's like me; it's all we know. It's in our DNA, and if you keep pulling him in the other direction... we're not the glue Donna. You are.

Eli: I know explosives when I smell it.
Jackson: I can't tell you who, but I can tell you why. We're trying to end a relationship.
Eli: [Sarcastically] Oh. Then she's very pissed off.
Filip: [His voice dripping with old world and hard won wisdom] Aye. She sure is.

Jackson: [Referring to Lyla] Looks you guys are working things out, huh?
Harry: I can never tell. Every time I try to talk to her, we end up naked.
Robert: Just marry her. That'll stop it.

Nero: We have to be smarter than a loaded gun.

Tyler: See you soon.
Jackson: No, you won't.
Tyler: C'mon, Teller. Who you kiddin'?

Kiki: I think your calculator's messed up. Keeps giving me the wrong answer.

Lee: [addresses Clay] You've gotten away with how many kills in the last 30 years? Hmm? And the one that gets you the death sentence is the one you didn't do.

Wendy: Gemma. I don't get it. I appreciate all this help. I just need to understand... is this all some kind of power play - helping me to hurt Tara?
Gemma: There's a pretty good chance... that Tara's going to jail, so she don't need any more hurt. But I'm gonna need some help. It's been brought to my attention I'm not as spry as I used to be.
Wendy: And you want me to help you?
Gemma: Well, I can't afford a nanny... so my options are limited. I got Uncle Cancer out there. I got some half-bright croweaters reeking of cum and Tig's aftershave... and I got the junkie mom.
Wendy: Wow. I feel special.
Gemma: You betrayed me. But you bought it back. And you paid the price. And I know how much you love that boy.
Wendy: Jax is never gonna let me near Abel.
Gemma: I'll work on Jax. You just get clean. Get yourself back on track. And go back to dick. Girls are shit.

Jackson: Wheelin' out two bodies.
Alex: There should be three.
Jackson: I'm afraid to ask.
Alex: Don't be. There it is.
Jackson: Is this us?
Clarence: Ya...
Jackson: Ah, shit.

Gemma: Looks like the boy might actually see his first birthday.
Wendy: He made it? Oh Abel, thank God!
Gemma: Yes! Thank you, God. Maybe... we should say a little prayer.
Wendy: Okay... That'd be good.
Gemma: Dear God... Thank you for saving this boy... From his murderous, junkie mom. Who cared more about a $40 dollar fix than she did her own flesh and blood.

Harry: [about Donna's death] This is what she felt.

Jackson: [looking across the glass toward Lee Toric] I'm sorry about your sister. I can feel how personal this is for you. But SAMCRO didn't kill her. Otto acted alone. He's not a member anymore. He's just a broken guy more than a few blocks from sane. I don't give a shit what you do to him
[turning around toward Clay]
Jackson: . But if you come after my wife... try to tie her to this murder... you're gonna feel how personal this is for me.

Jackson: Nero explained the situation? I need to know what happens here, stays here.
Venus: All my dates have that need, baby. But, discretion ain't cheap.
Jackson: I was told two grand.
Venus: You were told right.
[Jax gives her cash and she tucks in her purse]
Venus: That will do. My lips are sealed. Although I might open them up a little bit for you.

Tig: Go on, get out of here, before I rape both of you.
Bobby: Hey!
Tig: C'mon, it's just an expression. Term of endearment.

Luke: Troubles?
Jimmy: Our good priest. Gettin' a might *too* Godly for his collar.

Clarence: What did you do?
Gemma: Same thing you did. Nailed some little tart from Nevada.
Clarence: All the shit I got coming outta my ears and you go and do this.
Gemma: You should have thought of that before your dick went on a cheerleader hunt.
Clarence: I didn't ask her to come here.
Gemma: But she's here.
Clarence: Well that's not my fault.
Gemma: And it's not my pussy.

Tara: This might be your most insidious move yet.
Gemma: You have to be more specific.

Bobby: You know my rule: no bud before 9AM.
Jackson: I don't have that rule.

Tig: And we blame the angry black man.
Clarence: It's the American way.

The: Inside the club, there had to be truth. Our word was our honor. But outside, it was all about deception. Lies were our defense, our default. To survive, you had to master the art of perjury. The lie and the truth had to feel the same. But once you learned that skill, nobody knows the truth in or outside the club; especially you.

Filip: [Referring to Sheriff Jarry and Wayne] Any idea why Cagney and Lacey are here?

Kyle: No need to say anything Jax. I know my boundaries.
Jackson: Well I wanna tell you anyways. You stay away from everyone. Kid's done playing, you and your teenager climb into your pretty little cage and drive away.

Nero: [On their way in to check out a preschool for Abel] So, who we gonna say we are?
Wendy: I don't know. The nanny and the gardener?
Nero: I'm gonna pretend you didn't say that.

Gemma: You lettin' us get hurt? That's bad. That's how you lose friends. I'd hate to see you lost.

Chucky: [When Clay walks into Gemma's hospital room and sees Nero] I need to step out. My bowels get very loose in situations like this.

Gemma: [about Clay] No. He not going down by law. He's gonna die...... by the hand of a son.

Filip: [Jax tries to toss Greenblatt out the window to make it look like suicide. But, he only breaks the window and gets hung up on the window frame and falls on one of the shards of glass dieing instantly. Chibs gestures with his gun] *That*... was a very sloppy suicide.
Jackson: Yeah? It worked. He's dead.

Gemma: That's what we do when family needs us. Things we wouldn't do otherwise.

The: Einstein said that any intelligent fool can make things bigger, more complex, and more violent, but it takes a touch of genius and lots of courage to move something in the opposite direction. I'm realizing that my touch of genius and my courage are coming too little, too late, and I fear that for SAMCRO there may be no opposite direction.

Polly: Charge me or get out.
Deputy: [Picks up a shard of glass] Tell you what I'm gonna do. I slice open my arm and charge you with aggravated assault on a peace officer. You'll do a three year pop in the San Joa dyke lodge - no questions asked.

Harry: Donna begged me to give up the life. I guess now I know how that feels.

West: Can I go? Please? I'd rather get shot at than hafta help him piss again.
Robert: C'mon, man, we were so good together.

Filip: [Handing the gavel to jax in the burned out remains of the clubhouse] We're gonna get through this, brother. Ya hear me?

Ratboy: Taddarius. Come on in.
T.O. Cross: Unless I came out of your goddamn womb, don't ever call me that. You dig... little indie biker boy?

Filip: [after Jax drives the SUV through a wall into the warehouse, crashing cases of Irish liquor and trapping Connor] Another fine Irishman brought down by the bottle.

Jackson: [When Gruen is told that Cross and the Grim Bastards are waiting down the road] They're with us.
Leland: Maybe you planned a little payback ambush?
Jackson: Or, maybe I'm just a white guy who's not living in 1956.

Happy: He needs to die, Like a lot!

Tyne: You're a husband. And a father. And a man.
[Gesturing to his cut]
Tyne: Before all of this. Own your place.

Tyne: I've been doin' this for over 20 years. And until today, I have never said a word about my personal life to someone on the other side of this table.
Jackson: So, why me?
Tyne: Because I needed help to connect with a man who did the right thing
[slams the table]
Tyne: *ten* days ago! Who knows the importance of *family*. And that more violence will only destroy what's left of his.

Jackson: Starting a war drains both sides.
Bohai: I am not starting it. I am joining it.

Damon: There you go, finding a hidden advantage in an unfortunate circumstance; using pain to take you to the next level. Those are the things that turn players into kings.

Jackson: [to the two guys who pulled them over pretending to be motorcycle cops] We know a scam when we see one!
Alex: That's right, we do. I've seen Smokey and the Bandit a thousand times. Love that movie.

Connor: [Realizes he has nowhere else to go and must work with the club] Okay. I'll make this work.
Filip: *And*...
Connor: [sighs] Thank you.

Jackson: Hey, you can keep hatin' as much as you want. But, when you get to Stockton, you should let your crew know that when push comes to shiv, when it needs a friend... they'd do best to reach out to the darkest hand in the yard.

Alex: [Referring to Vivica] She makes Gemma look like Donna Reed.

August: [to Jax] You know the biggest difference between me and Mr. Pope? Damon made his bones bein' the... smartest guy on the street. I made mine bein' the deadliest.

Gemma: You a pimp?
Nero: I'm a companionator. I bring people together. I'm all about the love.

Jackson: Chucky, why don't you go wait by the Chief's car. Play with the sirens.
Chuck: Really?
Jackson: Yeah, sure.
Chuck: [Chuck runs off, smiling] .

Jacob: Even if I'm the Devil, it wouldn't be the first time you shook my hand, Wayne.

Lyla: What do I do, Jax? I can't raise three kids on my own. I can barely cover me and Piper. How am I supposed to care for those kids and earn a living?
Jackson: Just like every other single mother. You get help. Friends. Family.
Lyla: My Mom lives two hours away. I don't have family up here.
Jackson: Let me show you something.
[Takes her to the window and opens the blinds. They watch club members and women gathering for Opie's memorial service]
Jackson: *That's* your family. Anything you need, you just ask. Anyone says no, they answer to me.

Juan: Well, my finger is, uh plugging up one of your bullet holes.
Cameron: You got your finger jammed up my ass?
Juan: No. No. Well, technically, yes, okay. But my finger's not jammed up your ass. 'Cause, you know, that would be gay. It's kind of jammed in your ass which, I guess, is still kinda gay.

Filip: Talked to Belfast. They're up to speed. Now we'll just try to find some known IRA addresses here in North Cal.
Alex: We're off to Oswald's now.
Jackson: Yeah.

Juan: [after a Prius runs over Arty Brand] Damn Hybrids. Dangerous.

Chief: And if she goes away, what happens to them? And don't give me all that club and family rhetoric. I'm talking about the day-to-day of it, Gemma. Who takes care of them?
Gemma: I do.
Chief: Really? You think you're up to that?
Gemma: You saying I'm too old?
Chief: I'm saying being a grandma and-and being a mom are two different jobs.

Juan: [to Chibs] I'm sorry, brother. I never meant to hurt the club. It's the only family I have. I love you.

Gemma: Why is she here?
Jackson: That's not your concern.
Gemma: No, it's not. But, it should be yours.
Jackson: You know what, Mom? I kind of have a few things on my plate today. Like burying my best friend, so your need to be loved, worshiped and adored is a little low on my list today.

Dr. Tara Knowles: What are you writing?
Jackson: Just jotting some stuff down.
Dr. Tara Knowles: My badass biker is journaling?

Alex: [Going through Diosa's books with Jax] Wow. Did you know that Kiki offered mint flavored blow jobs?
Jackson: We're looking for outstanding balances, dickhead.

Bachman: [having disposed of the caregiver's body] All done.
Tara: Where is she?
Bachman: Where's who?

Alex: [Dez isn't talking, so Tig takes matters into his own hands] Pull his pants down.
Happy: What?
Alex: Pull his pants down.
Happy: What are you gonna do?
Alex: I'm gonna shove this flute right up his ass.
Jackson: I was just thinking beat down, but that works, too.
Happy: You're so gay.
Alex: Just gay enough.

Jackson: Call Gemma. Tell her I need her at the cabin.
Ratboy: What do we tell her?
Jackson: That I need her at the cabin.
Ratboy: Mm hmm. What if she says no? Your mom can, you know, be a little... difficult.
Jackson: Are you afraid of my mother?
Happy: We all are.

Opie: I wanted the guy to be a miserable, broken piece of shit without SAMCRO. Tell you, I'm havin' a hard time though. You know this club means everything to me, the only thing I ever wanted from the time I went here. But everything else, Donna... the kids, work... they're all heading in the opposite direction. Just can't hook shit up. Feel like I'm missin' on every front.
Jackson: I got no answers. My family plan is right out of the Sid and Nancy handbook. I'm so used to shit movin' in the other direction. I don't know what I'd do if something actually hooked up.

Filip: [after the club killed the Irishman who wanted Connor Malone dead] I think the words you're lookin' for, Con, are thank you very much.

Piermont: Time for a change.
Jackson: Yeah.

Jackson: [At the table with the club] I'm sorry the family I was given created so much chaos for the family I've chosen. I hope you all know I love you very much.

August: Congratulations you're in charge.
Darnell: No! Wait, wait! What if I don't want to be in charge?
August: Rise to it brother! With great power comes great responsibility.
Darnell: I ain't no spiderman nigga.

Gemma: Tell everyone to leave room for the buses.
Luanne: Who we busing?
Gemma: Oakdale Assisted Living. Seniors are all compulsive gamblers. Triples our raffle dollars. God bless social security.

Chief: I'm not sure which cancer is worse. The one in me. Or the one in Charming.

Alexander: [pulls Chucky onto his lap] Sit down. I'm gonna lend you my hand so you can jerk yourself off. Go ahead take it. Come on, go ahead.
[laughs]

Harry: Let me borrow your cell. I got to check in with Donna.
Tig: Here.
Harry: Thanks. I found mine in a pitcher of beer. You know anything about that?
Tig: Maybe it was thirsty.

Harry: We find Abel, catch Oswalds plane tomorrow night and get the hell off of this moss covered shithole.

Gemma: [Gemma enters Clay's place carrying 2 bags of groceries] Brought you some basics, change up your diet of bourbon and corn flakes.

August: Clarity settles all scores. Pays back all debts.

Filip: [after whispering with Bobby and Quinn, he moves back to where SAMCRO and the Grim Bastards are trying to get info from Flint's gang] Alright, let's just move this along, shall we... boys? We *get* it. You're not gonna tell us. We know you're lyin'. Things get heated. Then...
[He puts a gun to Flint's shoulder]
Filip: we get *here*!
[Everyone pulls a gun now. Bobby rides his bike to the street right across from the meeting and Quinn is pulling a length of chain off a swingset]
Filip: Right, fellas, over there. I suggest you put your guns down.
[They do not. He looks over at Tig and Cross and shoots one of the other gang members in the leg without looking]
Filip: Anyone else wanna roll around on the ground?
[the other gang members all drop their guns, and Chibs puts his back on Flint's shoulder]
Filip: Now, my little crippled friend. I'm gonna ask you one more time. Who was driving the Impala that took out our brothers?
Flint: Sorry, man. I can't understand a God damn word you're sayin'. You guys got any idea what Clan McDouchebag is talkin' about?
[Quinn attaches one end of the chain to Flint's wheelchair and Tig brings the other end and attaches it to Bobby's bike. Bobby pulls out and drags a screaming Flint down the street, running him into anything he can. Chibs moves to Cross]
Filip: Sorry 'bout that. Had to speed up the process. Jax just got out of the County.
T.O. Cross: Zoom zoom.

Jackson: : Maybe that's the lesson for me today, to hold onto these simple moments - appreciate them a little more, there's not many of them left. I don't ever want that for you, finding things that make you happy shouldn't be so hard. I know you'll face pain, suffering, hard choices but you can't let the weight of it choke the joy out of your life. No matter what, you have to find the things that love you. Run to them. There's an old saying - that which doesn't kill you makes you stronger, I don't believe that. I think the things that try to kill you make you angry and sad. Strength comes from the good things, your family, your friends, the satisfaction of hard work. Those are the things that will keep you whole, those are the things to hold onto when you're broken.

Robert: Home is where the reaper is.

Filip: Hey, Clay.
Clarence: Get to work, shithead.
Juan: [to Chibs] Pretty sure he was talkin' to you.

Alexander: You ever get high off of this?
Piermont: It's just oxygen.
Alexander: No, I know. I know. But can't you just turn it up and get, like, you know, the Blue Velvet kind of thing going on.
Piermont: What the hell is wrong with him?
Robert: The list is too long, my friend.

Herman Kozik: It's been eight years, douchebag.
Alexander: Yeah, and not a day goes by that I don't think about her.

Clarence: You're telling me that no one around here speaks Spanish?
[looks at Juice]
Juan: I'm a Puerto Rican from Queens! I speak better Yiddish!

Agent: Donna, what kind of mother are you going to be?
Donna: The kind who doesn't bail on her family.

Jackson: SAMCRO is throwing me a little homecoming bash tonight at our new adult entertainment facility.
Marcus: You talkin' about that shitty porn warehouse on the docks?
Jackson: When you say it like that, it kinda loses all its magic.

Jackson: It's you and me. We're all we got... June.

Ratboy: Guess things went okay here?
Alex: Well, we gotta... pile of black guys in the backyard.
T.O. Cross: [Feigning shock] What? Was the LAPD here?

Jackson: I'm sure we're all on Gemma's shit list by now.
Clarence: I live on that shit list.

Clarence: [Clay to Happy] "Call up your Nomads, we need bodies... we've been Deputised"

Filip: [At the table with the club except for Jax. It's deadly quiet. He speaks quietly, his heart in his throat] We know what has to happen. It's what this charter needs to do. We can't allow... our hearts... to be louder than our reason. All those...
[Fighting tears]
Filip: All those in favor... All those in favor of Jackson Teller... meeting Mr. Mayhem.

Clarence: Hey you all better be at that fundraiser tomorrow, unless you want a size 9 high heel boot up your ass.
Bobby: You comin?
Clarence: I'd rather have my balls cut off... what, too soon for that joke?

Jackson: [after beating an Irish Police Constable] Hap! Kill one of his men!
Happy: [Chambers a round in his handgun] Oh, yes I will!

Alex: I thought you said you drugged the meat?
Juan: I did.
Alex: Fuck, there was foam in its mouth.
Juan: That thing should be dead. I dosed it like two grams.
Alex: Grams of what?
Juan: Crank.
Alex: You fed crystal to a killer dog, man? Are you retarded?
Juan: no

Jackson: See your kids are taking that little trip I arranged.
AJ: Son of a bitch! I'll kill you for this!
Jackson: At least I didn't gang-rape them.

Juan: Gemma knows every truth behind every lie inside every secret. She's the gate keeper.

Clarence: So, I hear you got an offer I can't refuse.

August: [to Connor] Talk to your organization. Let 'em know that I'm very serious about being in business with them. And, if it helps, my Mom's maiden name... is McDuffy.
Connor: [after Marks turns to leave] You're just gonna leave me here with the cash?
August: Partners gotta trust each other.
Jackson: [to Marks with an Irish accent] Well done, McDuffy.

The: Most of us were not violent by nature. We all had our problems with authority, but none of us were sociopaths. We came to realize that when you move your life off the social grid you give up the safety that society provides. On the fringe, blood and bullets are the rule of law, and if you're a man with convictions violence is inevitable.

Jackson: Distract 'em. I said distract 'em, not scar 'em for life!
Tig: Nah, I'm serious, man. I think it's infected.

Sheriff: This is over.
Jackson: Hey, Trammel. It's too late for over, man. You know all about us. And we know all about you. Look, the only way this relationship works is two of us together. Or one of us dead. I'll be waitin' for your call.

Jackson: [In his journal] There are lessons to be found here. But, mostly, I do this so that you can know me. Lately, as I write these, I realize they are as much for me as they are for you. This is the one place I can be completely open. The pen and paper has no judgment. No vote. It simply receives my truth, and allows me to turn the page. And today, this is my truth. I am terrified a great deal of the time. Afraid of what I've done. Of what I'm doing. And of what I might have to do. It's not a crippling fear. In fact, it's just the opposite. I thrive on it. I crave it. I need that rush of terror to get me out of bed in the morning. It's in my DNA. I have tremendous remorse for the acts of violence I've committed. Both planned and spontaneous. But, I think what brings me the most sorrow is that I've learned to justify this behavior. I always find a reason. A cause. A need. That allows me the karmic lubrication that allows me to stuff my guilt into a savage compartment. I've become the thing. The one I hated. And with that awareness comes periods of days, sometimes weeks, I have to avoid looking into a mirror. My self-hate is deep, so palpable, I fear I'll lunge at my own image, shatter the glass and cut myself with shards of broken reflection. Since my best friend was killed, I've lost my center. Op was always my pull back to true north. Now my doubt and sense of fraudulence barks so loudly in my head, that most of the time I can't hear anything else. Love, camaraderie, freedom. All the things I want from this life are lost in the din. Forgive my indulgence, sons. But, today may be a day we both remember. A defining day. And I want you to look back at this entry and know that at the very least, your father was completely honest. So, you know I speak the truth when I tell you that you are the most important thing to me. I will never hurt you. Never abandon you. I love you, Abel. I love you, Thomas. More than anything or anyone. I always will. Everything I do is for my sons.

Clarence: [to Darby] Don't think too big. A small mind suits you.

Gemma: Oh, and uh... I'm not sure why you're carrying a gun, but make sure you're safe. No serial numbers.

Wayne: Gemma is locked in a cell, sitting with the weight of a dead grandchild on her shoulders. Appreciate you making the call now. I'll go talk to Eli, see if they're gonna charge her.
Tara: I did it to protect my kids Wayne. I know how much you care about her.
Wayne: I'm not upset about Gemma doc. I'm upset about you. Breaks my heart, that you had to become something so wrong, to do something that you thought was right.

Jackson: [to Marks, whose car just pulled up unannounced] You're a little early. Twelve inches a slave doesn't shoot until this afternoon.
August: [Unamused] Get in.
Jackson: So much for playful banter.
Filip: [Very dry] I think they're still sensitive about the whole slave thing.
Jackson: My bad.

Clarence: Make no mistake. You get in my way with Gemma and I'll kill you.
Nero: Don't worry hermano. I don't make mistakes. Not like you.

Alex: Gemma! Gemma, where you going?
Gemma: To find Jax and Tara.
Alex: No, no, no, you heard what Clay said! Family stays put!
Gemma: You got two choices, Tigger: tackle me or tag along.
Alex: Now look, I got nothing but adoration for you. Why you gotta give me such a hard time for?
Gemma: It's my nature. I'm a giver!
Alex: This is why I beat hookers.

Clarence: The hand on the dick, what's the deal?
Chuck: I'm sorry man, sorry, I have this condition, I'm not even aware of it.
Clarence: Condition?
Chuck: CMD, Compulsive Masturbation Disorder. I couldn't get the right meds in Stockton, so it's a little outta control right now.
Piermont: You know, I used to have that, than I turned 13.

Clarence: So, what happens now, Pres?
Jackson: We settle with the Irish.
Clarence: Hmm. And, uh, how do we do that with three dead bodies?
Jackson: How would you do it?
Clarence: Well... I mean the smart plan would be to blame it on a bad relationship. You know, two guys with some history get into a beef. One thing leads to another. Couldn't be helped.
Jackson: Sounds about right.
Clarence: [a moment of silence as Clay finally realizes what the plan is] So, I guess you, uh, had another vote I wasn't privy to.
Jackson: Yeah, we did. This time it was unanimous.
Clarence: [gives a small nod, accepting his fate] Fair enough.

Jackson: [In a reasonable tone] I need you both to apologize to all my guys for your behavior today.
Officer: You gotta be kiddin' me.
Jackson: [after elbowing Topher in the jaw, he smiles maniacally at the other officer] Do *you* think I'm kiddin'?

[Weston finds Darby in his shop]
Ernest: Talked over your offer with my guys.
AJ: Talked over? It's a no-brainer.
Ernest: I'm a little fuzzy about your end in this. Now what exactly goes into the League's pockets?
AJ: You think this is about money for us? You got kids, Darby?
Ernest: No.
AJ: I just pulled my six-year-old outta tee-ball 'cause I found out they were giving trophies to every boy on every team for simply playing the game. Trophies should be earned. Teaching children that everyone's equal is a dangerous philosophy.
[he turns and looks at Darby's Latino employees]
AJ: But maybe you've lost sight of that.
Ernest: Business is down thirty percent. I can't afford the white guys.
AJ: Never put money before race.
[he hands Darby a stuffed envelope]
AJ: This is five thousand. It should get you operational inside Charming.
[Darby scoffs]
Ernest: When Clay finds out that I'm dealin' crank and pussy in his backyard?
AJ: There's a phone number inside the envelope. Call it and tell our Aryan brothers how much manpower you need.
[he points at the swastika tattoo on Darby's chest]
AJ: And if I were you, I'd button your shirt.
Ernest: I got nothin' to hide.
AJ: It's not about hiding. You haven't earned it.

Abel: [Referring to hitting a boy at school] It was an accident.
Gemma: Do you understand what an accident is?
Abel: Do you?

Jackson: I got this.

Voice: [voiceover] My grief and introspection terrifies them... drives Gemma mad. Clay's pity has moved into profound loathing. I see my best friend and my wife growing closer and closer. I have no jealousy, truly. I feel nothing. Not even fear, and I know I should be afraid.

Chief: [Unser reports on fingerprints from a hand Jax had chopped off, then...] Hey, next time? Few fingerprints on a glass will suffice.

August: [Motions to one of his men who brings over a large red duffle bag and places it at Connor's feet] Pope Industries runs the third largest charitable organization in the state. This is one of our Red Cross earthquake kits we hand out to lower income families.
[Connor opens the bag and sees it is filled with cash. Marks smiles at Jax]
August: Of course, most of them just got batteries and water.

Otto: You have reached the end of side one. Please turn over the tape.

Kip: Good. I can feel it. It wants to cure me. It's cool and warm at the same time. It's coorm!

[Tig and Rat are staking out Lin's warehouse]
Ratboy: Shit, man, we been here for over four hours. You think Connor was wrong?
Alex: I think you should stop whinin'.
Ratboy: I'm just saying, what if Lin ain't movin' his shit today?
Alex: What if you stopped asking questions?
Ratboy: What if you weren't such a dick?
Alex: What if, when we're done here, we go to your house and I rape your mama?
Ratboy: What if you find her on top of your dad, slamming a big black dildo in his ass, while he's calling out my name?
[pause]
Alex: Nice touch.
Ratboy: Thanks.

Tyne: [to Charlie] I understand the pain you're in, son. The reason for your silence.
[pause]
Tyne: I lost a son...
[She had to take a deep breath]
Tyne: and a nephew to gang violence. I... didn't want anyone arrested. I wanted them all dead. Heartless, two bullets to the back of the head, just like they killed my boy. That's a natural reaction, the desire for revenge. It's a part of grieving. The difference is in my world I knew that those violent desires would never become real. In yours... it's a very likely outcome.

Nero: [to Carla who is taking Juice by the hand down the hall] Where are you going?
Carla: You're not the only one that gets to play with white trash.
Juan: Actually, I'm Puerto Rican.
Carla: Stop talkin', honey.

Harry: [His gun pointed directly at Clay] Sit. You're gonna die at the gavel.
Clarence: I get to say anything here?
Harry: My ol' man get to say anything... before you BLEW A HOLE IN HIS CHEST? Sit down!

Jackson: [Nero has turned his truck around to charge the SUV that had been following them] What are you doing?
Nero: [Goes even faster towards the advancing SUV] Seein' what these brothers are made of.
Jackson: [Getting nervous] I think they're made of about two tons of reinforced steel, brother.
Nero: I got to admit. Part of me's tryin' to impress you.
Jackson: [Bracing himself against the dash and gripping the door frame as the two cars keep speeding and the distance between them gets shorter and shorter] No need to impress me, brother. Or kill me!
Nero: [Pats his own door frame as the cars get closer to each other] C'mon!
[At the last second, the SUV swerves and runs into a dumpster]
Nero: Hoo-wah!
[laughing]
Nero: That was fun.
[Jax looks at him in disbelief, then smiles]
Nero: Sorry. I don't get out much.

Jackson: Sons don't kill themselves. The club's going to vote him out; no one's going to trust him.

Jacob: [after Potter reveals the true identity of Hale's investors to the city council] Why are you doing this?
Lincoln: Because I don't like you.
[Then, walking away]
Lincoln: And the good guys need a win.

Jackson: The Jungle.
Dr. Tara Knowles: Know it?
Jackson: Almost turned me vegan.
Dr. Tara Knowles: This is really twisted, but I'm actually craving a big steak.
Jackson: I got a porterhouse right here for you, baby.
Dr. Tara Knowles: You're a class act, Teller.
Jackson: Give me a kiss.
Dr. Tara Knowles: Here?
Jackson: Just us carnivores.

Robert: When's the last time you had your dick sucked?
Juan: I don't think you're up to it, brother.

Jackson: I love you.
Tara: You should!

Jackson: I'm gonna wait until Lin's vulnerable. Out of allies. And then I'm gonna reach out, offer him a helping hand. Once I'm inside, got his total trust... I'm gonna let him know that I'm the one that ruined him. Then I'm gonna look around his table, at his men, his family... ask him who he wants spared. First person he points to, that's who I'm killing. And then everyone else he cares about. I'm gonna let him live in the agony of that for a little while. And then I'm gonna end him. As slowly and painfully as possible.
Jury: I understand your personal need here, son. But, the level of payback your talkin' about pulls the club in a very different direction. The last time I heard you share your vision, you were talkin' about *cutting* the ties to the things that were killing us.
Jackson: I don't have a vision anymore. All I see is what's right in front of me.

Filip: Thanks for yesterday.
Sheriff: For the sex or the heads up?
Filip: For the heads up. *You* should be thanking *me* for the sex.

Jackson: Sit down.
Dr. Tara Knowles Teller: What are you gonna do?
Jackson: Just I need to talk to you. I know you think you need to do this but I can't let you. You know that.
Dr. Tara Knowles Teller: Please don't... hurt me in front of the kids.
Jackson: That's not what I want.
Dr. Tara Knowles Teller: But that's all there is. There is no other ending. I've sacrificed everything for you. I've tried to see what you see, how you see it but I can't. All I see is the lies and the violence, and how it's changed you. Turned you into a monster
[cries]
Dr. Tara Knowles Teller: I'll go ahead if I have to. At least I know I've tried to save them from becoming who you are.
Jackson: I've never forced my life on you. You came back to me. You are part of what I am Tara. You always have been.
Dr. Tara Knowles Teller: That was my mistake. To think our love, our bond was stonger than all of you history. But it's not. You were gonna pull them out from this remember? You were going to breack the cycle. I know the turmoil you live in Jackson. I feel the pain you wake up with everyday. And now you condemn your sons to that same torture? The will suffer with it.
[cries]
Dr. Tara Knowles Teller: Are you going to let me say goodbye before you take me?
Jackson: I am not going to hurt you. I'm not going to hurt them. You don't have to run. Not anymore.
Dr. Tara Knowles Teller: What am I supposed to do?
Jackson: Just be a good mother. Save our boys. Please.

Jackson: You okay? You look like hell.
Gemma: It's where I'm livin', Jackson.

Chief: The older we get, the further away we get from who we think we are.

Gemma: I need smokes.
Maureen: I need whiskey.
Rita: I need a new life.

[last lines]
Jackson: Do you ever regret it? Coming back?
Tara: A lot of things I'd do differently. But no. He
[the kid]
Tara: makes it all worth it. Do you?
Jackson: I sometimes wish you'd come back five years sooner. Or five years later. I'm lost here, Tara. I'm trying to put it back together, but... I don't know if I can.
Tara: I know.
Jackson: I just feel so far away from you now. I know that's my fault. Please, just tell me, how do I get back?
Tara: I'm not sure.
Jackson: Babe... please let me back in.

Jackson: Is Nero around?
Gemma: [Referring to Colette] Um... Your blonde mommy fetish out there... said that he'd be back in a few hours.
Jackson: [laughing] First of all, if I had a mommy fetish, I'd be hookin' up with some psycho dominatrix.
Gemma: Seems unfair.
Jackson: Second, I think the phrase "mommy fetish" coming out of the mouth of my own mother should never happen again.
Gemma: I just call it like I see it, babe.

Gemma: You coming to dinner tomorrow night? I'm picking up steaks from the German.
Jackson: Oh you know it.
Gemma: You should bring Chibs and that new kid.
Jackson: New kid doesn't eat meat.
Gemma: Don't patch him in; can't trust anyone who doesn't eat meat.