We’re not a gang. We’re a motorcycle club.[to Eli Roosevelt]
Time and money fixes everything.
Sometimes the people we love just don’t know the right move. Crippled by all the s*** they’re afraid of.
I appreciate your zeal, Padre, but my transgressions, all I got left.[Pastor: Not too late for you men. And Jesus Christ, our Lord and Savior, can save you. He can deliver you from all your transgressions.]
Hale is a half-bright clerk with a Wyatt Earp complex. Hardly seems like a guy with a vision.
Don’t go setting fires where there’s nothing to burn.[to Gemma]
Only two things feel good in the joint. That’s jerking off and thinking about all the s*** you’re gonna do when you get out.
Nobody threatens SAMCRO. And nobody tells us what we can and can’t do. Black, brown, or white. So why don’t you just climb back into your little German clown car and drive back to Nazi town?[to Ethan Zobelle]
I’ve known guys like you my whole life. You don’t hate me ’cause I’m bad, you hate me ’cause I’m familiar.[to Lee Toric]
Half a sack, s***load of balls.[about Half Sack]
Giving me some more time: really smart business.[to Laroy]
Either Abel is dead, and you want revenge, or he’s alive, and you would kill to find him. Now if you can’t make that decision, then you better get down on your hands and knees and pray for something to get you there… fast.[to Jax]