Trust can’t live in the same space as secrets and lies.
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.[to Gemma]
This ain’t about me, Clay. And this ain’t about the club. This is about you cashing out.[to Clay, about running drugs]
There’s only one way these beads could make me feel good, love. And it involves a whole different act.[to Cameron, about rosary beads]
There’s nothing more dangerous than a gangster who thinks he’s got God in his pocket.
There are no second chances. We get one shot at loving and raising our kids.[to Wayne]
There ain’t no us, Gemma. And you got no friends. You just got people that would do s*** for you. And then you throw the poor suckers a smile and a promise to keep them coming back.
The rules have been around since day one. Different time. I’m not saying I agree with them all. But you know, if I start picking and choosing which ones to follow, then the whole thing just falls apart.[to Juice]
The gavel corrupts. You can’t sit in this chair without being a savage.
The bond that holds this club together isn’t about love or brotherhood anymore. We lost that a long time ago. It’s just fear and greed now.[to Tara]
That’s what we do when our family needs us. Things we wouldn’t do otherwise.
That one there, she makes Gemma look like Donna Reed.[about Vivica]