Sons of Anarchy, Season 1

Gemma:
Looks like the boy might actually see his first birthday.

Wendy:
He made it? Oh, Abel, thank God!

Gemma:
Yes. Thank you, God. Maybe we should say a little prayer?

Wendy:
Okay. That'd be good.

Gemma:
Dear God, thank you for saving this boy... from his murderous junkie mom, who cared more about a $40 rush than she did her own flesh and blood.

Wendy:
Don't you dare...

Gemma:
Don't I dare? You pathetic whore. Guess the D.A. was impressed with your Bible studies. Hear they're not gonna press charges.

Wendy:
When I check out of here, I'm going to Promises.

Gemma:
Let's just throw money at those 12-step freaks. How long's it gonna last this time? Six months? Three? Couple of weeks?

Wendy:
It's gonna be different this time. This time I have my baby to live for.

Gemma:
That's where you're wrong. You have no baby. You lost that privilege. [Grabs Wendy by the throat] You so much as cast a shadow on that kid, try to turn some legal screw and get custody, I will finish this job. He will never call you "mommy". [Releases Wendy, and throws a Bible on her table] I suggest you turn to Jesus. [Gemma exits]

[Wendy opens the Bible, to find a needle filled with crank inside]