Sons of Anarchy, Season 2

Jax:
Looks like Trammel earned his pay.

Clay:
You got something you need to say?

Jax:
We both know this is bullshit. The only reason I don't set fire to it is because I love Opie and the truth would kill him.

Clay:
We all love Opie. He needs this and we're going to give it to him.

Jax:
Whoever you put this murder on just make sure they deserve to die because the guy that killed Donna is out there sharing a beer with her husband.

Clay:
You better be real careful how you navigate around this one.

Jax:
Or what? You gonna put a bullet in the back of my head too?

Clay:
[to Ethan Zobelle] Look, I don't know what Darby told you, and I don't know what your angle is. But let me be real clear. 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 because the next time you piss all over my shoes I will kill you. And I don't give a shit how many witnesses there are.

Tara:
You know why I run away from shit all the time? Cause I don't trust anyone. If I'm gonna stay, I need to know the truth.

Jax:
I tell you the truth.

Tara:
Not just what you think I can handle. I need all of it. It's the only way I'll know if I can do this.

Weston:
You got kids, Darby?

Darby:
No.

Weston:
I just pulled my six-year-old out of T-ball cause I found out they're 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.

Gemma:
You think... you think God forgives you for doing bad things? I-- I mean like really... bad shit.

Father Francis:
God forgives absolutely. We're the ones who usually can't.

Jax:
Something wrong?

Clay:
They found that Mayan we visited. He was throwing up nine fingers. Mayans are a little ticked at the Niners.

Jax:
I made a decision for the good of the club.

Clay:
You settle that shit on your own?

Jax:
Yeah. Spur-of-the-moment seemed like the right thing. I'm sure you can understand.

Clay:
That little judgment call you made for the good of the club? It came back to bite us in the ass and almost killed Bobby.

Jax:
I see that.

Clay:
Whatever you may think, the truth is everything I do is to protect what we got. It's never arbitrary. And it's never reactive. Been doing this for 30 years, I know a few things.

Jax:
Taking that tag off the Mayan was the right decision. You know that.

Clay:
You wanna challenge me? Fine, I don't give a shit. But the minute it stops becoming about this club and it starts becoming personal they'll know that. They'll lose respect for you and they won't trust you anymore. And then you'll be handling everything on your own. Think about that…son.

Clay:
Thoughts?

Chibs:
Everybody loves pussy.

Opie:
I second that.

Juice:
Third it.

Tig:
I'm a very big fan of pussy.

Clay:
All in favor? Like I gotta ask.

All in unison:
Pussy!

Clay:
Looks like we're making movies.

Gemma:
This wasn't about me.

Unser:
Well, what do you mean?

Gemma:
What those animals did. It was to hurt Clay and Jax. Anyone finds out, they win. I can't let that happen.

Opie:
I keep dreaming I'm back in Chino. Really violent shit happening. And then I wake up relieved that I'm home. It takes me a minute to realize that I'm alone in bed.

Hale:
Are you talking about deliberately bringing drugs into my town?

Zobelle:
I'm talking about creating a temporary problem that allows you to flush out the permanent one.

Hale:
You already had Darby cooking meth.

Zobelle:
I'm not responsible for Mr. Darby.

Hale:
That your temporary problem? Flooding the mill with crank?

Zobelle:
Did you arrest him?

Hale:
I didn't have a warrant.

Zobelle:
So get one.

Hale:
Maybe I'll pick up one for you too.

Zobelle:
I understand your anger and I know you think I'm some kind of devil. For years, I sat back and watched everything I love about this country slowly unravel: faith, values, morals, decency. It culminated two years ago when my wife was killed in a drive-by. Her blood got me off the sidelines and into the game. Now, if that makes me a vigilante, a Machiavellian fool, so be it.

Clay:
Ah, sad Elvis.

Bobby:
These bar mitzvahs are killing me.

Clay:
Why you doing it them? Tahoe gigs will come back around.

Bobby:
I'm buried. Inside for two months, child support, alimony, and my oldest needs oral surgery. They gotta cut his frenum. What the hell is a frenum?

Jax:
The Jungle

Tara:
Know it?

Jax:
Almost turned me vegan.

Tara:
This is really twisted but im actually craving a big steak.

Jax:
I got a Porterhouse right here for you, baby.

Tara:
You're a class act, Teller

Jax:
Give me a kiss.

Tara:
Here?

Jax:
Just us carnivores.

Bobby:
You and Clay, the guys are worried.

Jax:
Ah, nothing to worry about.

Bobby:
Convince me.

Clay:
Where does this go, tomorrow? Next week?

Jax:
Where's what go?

Clay:
Your need to undermine my every play.

Jax:
I got no need to undermine you. Things I call out are about the club.

Clay:
Nah, about you and me.

Jax:
Yeah. Maybe they are. Guess I gotta get right with you-what you did.

Clay:
Yeah. You do.

Jax:
Well, you got decades of experience. Why don't you tell me how I do that? How I get right with you tryin' to kill a brother behind the club's back and your little trigger boy blowin' an innocent woman's head off?

Clay:
Well, you're gonna have to figure that out for yourself son. But I'd do it soon. Cause if you mention Donna or the incident again, I'll kill ya.

Unser:
[to Zobelle] 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.

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

Bobby:
Tig's got a gash the size of your attitude on his leg. Got enough Advil for that?

Tig:
Clay said your task is to be my bitch.

Bobby:
Yeah, he did.

Tig:
Then I got one request. You leave that piece of shit Fat Boy on the side of the road.

Bobby:
[to Clay] When you want blind action, you go to Tig. When you want the truth, you come to me.

John Teller:
[voiceover] 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.

Hale:
You're accusing me of being in someone's pocket, you hypocrite son of a bitch? You've been with Clay since you were in uniform. He barks and you jump. Whole town knows it. Chief of police, what a joke!

Unser:
Why do you think I chose you for my second? Huh? A single-minded self-righteous pain in the ass? You're the good guy. Okay? The clean one. I need you to stay that way otherwise the whole department's a joke.

Clay:
[to Zobelle] You pay or you go away. Your choice, Adolph. Welcome to Charming.

Jax:
Look, man. I think it's all good you getting deeper into the club. But you're obviously still dealing with some stuff. Donna's death got to be a nightmare.

Opie:
How do you know what I'm dealing with? You got to figure out your own stuff, brother.

Jax:
I know what I'm doing.

Opie:
Oh, yeah. You got things you want to change. I get it. This beef with Clay it's not about what's best for SAMCRO. It's about you pushing to be king. It's not your time yet, man. This is Clay's club. You got to back down, get in line before somebody gets hurt.

Clay:
You know, I don't give a shit what the plan is. I am tired of sitting here playing 'what happens if?' Zobelle tried to kill two of us in the last twelve hours. This charter doesn't wait any longer. We kill him!

Jax:
My son, he's given me a new pair of glasses. I find myself thinking about the things I do. Things I say, ramifications.

Stahl:
You have to.

Jax:
Not as angry or reactive.

Stahl:
I can see that.

Jax:
For instance, you showing me these photos trying to play my rage, my need for revenge, didn't work. See, I was able to take a moment to think. And I realized that if we did have a relationship with the Irish, which of course we don't, what'd stop me from tipping them off? Letting them know you got them under your thumb. You took a huge risk playing that card. Which means you are desperate. You got nothing.

Stahl:
Wow, you really are the smart one.

Elliot:
How long do you think we can keep Charming the way it is, Gemma?

Gemma:
I don't know.

...

Elliot:
Everything caves under the weight of greed. I've seen it my whole life. Nothing stays simple.

Lyla:
Look, I don't know what happened, Opie. But maybe this isn't the best time for you to be around your kids.

Opie:
There's never a good time for me to be around my kids.

Jax:
I arranged a meet at the P.C. infirmary. You gotta distract Dion, unlock the guard gate, and let in Russell's crew.

Juice:
How do I get there?

[Tig punches Juice from behind]

Juice:
[groaning] I think you cracked my rib.

Tig:
I know, I'm sorry.

Bobby:
I've never seen us beat up this bad. Half of our crew is in hospital beds. The medical bills alone, they're gonna bury us.

Jax:
Yep.

Bobby:
We got to fix the things we can. You and Clay, whatever it is, it's gonna land on you to make it right.

Jax:
What makes you think this would land on me?

Bobby:
Because Clay is old, mean, and he is never gonna admits that he made a mistake. He's earned that.

Jax:
Nah, man. Time don't mean anything.

Bobby:
I'm doing the best I can to hold us together, but if this split gets any worse, I'm gonna have to pick a corner. You know this club needs a healing brother. And you got to be the one to deliver it.

Half-Sack:
[about his prosthetic testicle] It's a little bit painful when I ride. Sometimes I feel it when I walk. Other than that, back to normal.

Tig:
Is it gay that I want to see it?

Bobby:
Gay curious.

Tig:
Come on, drop 'em.

[Half-Sack drops pants]

Bobby:
Showtime.

Happy:
Is it supposed to be that swollen?

Half-Sack:
Think so.

Tig:
They look uneven.

Polly Zobelle:
Who's Jimmy O?

Edmond Hayes:
He's no one you'd ever want to meet.

Clay:
Do you see what you're doing to this club?

Jax:
I was risking my ass for this club.

Clay:
Bullshit!

Jax:
You're as blind as you are crippled.

Clay:
No. The blind guy's in jail with no wife cause you just got her killed!

Jax:
I'm not the one murdering women!

Tara:
You keep saying you want to change things, but you keep repeating old behavior. You can't have it both ways.

Jax:
Is there anything you love so much, you'd protect it, no matter the cost; the damage it did to you?

Tara:
Yeah. Yeah, a child.

Jax:
Yeah. That's how I feel about this club. Since I was five Tara, all I've ever wanted was a Harley and a cut. Change won't happen quick, or without blood, but it'll happen. It has to.

Álvarez:
[about Jax's SAMCRO vest] You will lay it at my feet, cabrón.

Jax:
Pull the trigger, man. That's the only way this leather's coming off my back.

Gemma:
[about Chibs' wife Fiona Larkin] There have been three women I'm afraid of: my mother, my third-grade math teacher, and that Irish bitch.

Hale:
[to Clay] I know the greater devil when I see it. Zobelle is flooding this town with Darby's crank and pussy. And he wants me to shut it down to prove to Charming they don't need the Sons.

Clay:
SAMCRO deals guns. You had your little romp as porn king. You tied us to prostitution. You got one of our member's old lady killed.

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

Piney:
[to Jax] Your father saw this coming. He saw the feds, the Irish, guys like Zobelle. And he knew we were going to die bloody.

John Teller:
[voiceover] I found myself lost in my own club. I trusted few, feared most. Nomad offered escape and exile. I didn't know if leaving would cure or kill this thing we created. I didn't know if it was an act of strength or cowardice. I didn't know, so I stayed. I stayed because, in the end, the only way I could hold this up was to suffer under the weight of it.

Jax:
Chibs, come on. Let's get out of here.

Chibs:
You... are not my VP anymore. Nomad.

Chibs:
I'm not your errand boy, Jimmy.

Jimmy O'Phelan:
Aye, Filip, you are. I banished you, took what's yours. These are the facts. You do as I say.

Chibs:
Go to hell, Jimmy.

Jimmy O'Phelan:
Have you seen any recent pictures of Kerrianne? She's all Fiona. Gorgeous. Reaching that magical change; tight little curves, breasts popping. Timely, actually. Fiona's look's fading. Can hardly catch an edge anymore. But Kerrianne...the thoughts that enter my brain. Impure, awful, I think. But then I recall, she's not my daughter. So what's the sin?

Tara:
How do you fix SAMCRO if you're not a part of it?

Jax:
I can't do what I need to do with [Clay] in place. I ride independently for a few years, then wait for him to step down.

Tara:
A few years? We barely made it through the last few months.

Gemma:
[to Jax] I loved your dad. More than... more than I've loved any man. Great lay. Smart. Big heart. And very complicated. Sound familiar? His complications killed him.

Clay:
[after Clay and Jax learns of Gemma's rape] How do you want to handle it?

Jax:
We kill them all.

Gemma:
Clay's never gonna... want to be inside something that's been ripped up like me.

Tara:
Jesus Christ, Gemma, Clay loves you.

Gemma:
Love don't mean shit. Men need to own their pussy. His has been violated. He'll find another. It's what they do.

Opie:
[to Agent Stahl] The outlaw had mercy. You remember that the next time you try to twist the truth to kill one of us.

Gemma:
You think... you think God forgives you for doing bad things? I-- I mean like really... bad shit.

Father Francis:
God forgives absolutely. We're the ones who usually can't.

Jax:
See your kids are taking that little trip I arranged.

AJ Weston:
Son of a bitch. I'll kill you for this.

Jax:
At least I didn't gang-rape them.

Clay:
[to Weston] Whatever happened to 10-on-10 with no weapons?

Jax:
Guess you couldn't handle a fair fight, huh?

Weston:
Fair's for losers. I'd rather win.

Jax:
Yeah, me too. [reveals the Niners and Triads]

Tara:
I pity you. You walk around here with your little administrative degree, pretending like you know medicine. You're just a cheap suit too stupid and lazy to get into med school. So now you compensate by making the healers jump through hoops.

Margaret:
Well, I guess someone's true colors have finally bled through. I guess you and that biker whore you travel with…

Tara:
[grabs Margaret by the throat] How dare you. You don't know her. You don't know any of them.

Margaret:
Oh my God! You hit me. You're finished. I'm calling security. This is assault.

Tara:
No. [punches Margaret] That's assault.

Clay:
[about Half-Sack] Where's he at?

Chibs:
His year's up in about a month.

Clay:
How does everyone feel about patching him in?

Chibs:
Yeah.

Clay:
Half a sack, shitload of balls.

Unser:
[cell phone rings] Yeah.

Gemma:
Wayne, I need a little help.

Unser:
What's the matter, darling? Where are you?

Gemma:
I'm on the lam.

Clay:
[on why he won't tell Marcus, Ethan's an informant] Because he'd kill him...and that's my job

Cameron:
[Advances on Abel with a knife] A son for a son [Kip intervenes and is fatally stabbed]

Clay:
[Last lines of the season] Irish took my grandson

Jax:
[Last lines of the season] He's got my son