No more cop wrestling, OK?
Gemma; No promises.


Chibs: All this shit, it triggers my Catholic superstitions.
Jax: Trust me, this guy's got a ghost who's looking for a bus full of dead school boys.
Chibs: That's comforting.

You know why I like teaming up with you Hap? Because when we do, I'm the normal one.


Is this what you wanted? Piles of bodies, relationships destroyed and the guy you were going after is still alive.


You can't play both sides, Sweetheart. You're on the club's dime and Chibs' dick.


When it comes to finding a good ole lady, you don't get what you want Rat, you get what you are. Don't be a dick.


You gonna say something or just stare at my tits?