Walking away from my club is one thing, but letting it die… I can’t. It’s part of me.[to Tara]
This ain’t about me, Clay. And this ain’t about the club. This is about you cashing out.[to Clay, about running drugs]
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 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 one there, she makes Gemma look like Donna Reed.[about Vivica]
Take Chibs with me, translate the Catholic.
Sons don’t kill themselves. Club’s gonna vote him out. No one’s gonna trust him.[about Juice]
Nothing like a pile of bodies to bring down property values.
Is that what you want, sweetheart? Truth? Because I got buckets of it. I can drown you in truth.[to Tara]
If you control the drugs, you control the politics.
I’m not sure which cancer is worse. The one in me. Or the one in Charming.
I’m not my father. I’m not weak.[to Tara]