Sons of Anarchy, Season 1

Tig Trager:
I gotta tell you something, man. I mean it could be bad.

Clay Morrow:
It already is.

Tig Trager:
Those two dead Mexicans in the warehouse hole - I was hitting 'em.

Clay Morrow:
Jesus Christ. Both of them?

Tig Trager:
Oh yeah. Kind of a taco "twofer" thing.

Clay Morrow:
Tell me one of them doesn't have a belly full of Tigger juice?

Tig Trager:
Afraid they both do.

Clay Morrow:
[angrily] You did time, shithead. You're in the DNA database.

Tig Trager:
Yeah, I know.

Clay Morrow:
Forensics team gets ahold of those bodies...

Tig Trager:
[interrupting Clay] I'll go pull 'em out of there.

Clay Morrow:
Hale's gonna be watching that warehouse day and night.

Tig Trager:
Well, maybe Trammel can sneak me in, you know? He's a county sheriff, he outranks the local P.D., right?

Clay Morrow:
Oh, you're just gonna stroll outta there with two dead Mexi whores draped over your shoulders?

Tig Trager:
I'll gut them dead bitches. I'll flush their bellies with bleach. No DNA.

Clay Morrow:
[looking disturbed] What kinda nasty shit did your momma do to you?

Tig Trager:
What do you mean?