(Half-Sack towes in a BMW with a deer in the windsheild) Jax: Some days you're the Beamer, some days you're the goddamn deer. Chibs: Some yuppie creamed it out by the streams. Jax: He run into it or hit a tree while it was giving him head? Half-Sack: How the hell you want me to get it out of there? (Jax gets a chainsaw) Come on. Jesus, man. Jax: Just pretend its carve your on steak night at the sizzler. Half-Sack: I don't eat meat, man. Jax: Figure it out, grunt.

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. Here 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)

Gemma: You gotta go see him, Jax. Jax: I can't. Gemma: Why? He'll break your heart? It's called being a father. Jax: For how long? A day? A week? Gemma: You know, you were born with that same heart defect your little brother had. (She lightly punches his chest) Seems pretty sturdy to me. I've been through hell, landed on my feet. Your father was hit by a goddamn semi, dragged 178 yards. And that bastard lived for two more days. Teller's do not die easy. Jax: No, we just die bloody.

Clay: I never sold gun one to the Mexicans, now I need for you to show me a little respect, and give me a few more days for delivery. Laroy: Don't give a shit about history, or respect. This is about business, old man. Clay: And I'm telling you, brotha. Give me some more time: really smart business.

John Teller: Most of us were not violent by nature. We all had our problems with authority, but none of us were sociopaths. We came to realize that when you move your life off the social grid you give up the safety that society provides. On the fringe, blood and bullets are the rule of law and if you're a man with convictions violence is inevitable.

Jax: Brains before bullets, right?

Clay: Hale is a half-bright clerk with a Wyatt Earp complex.

Hale: How you doing Jax? I heard about Wendy and the baby. I'm sorry. Jax: Thanks. Hale: You know I took a ride out to the streams today. Saw that warehouse that burned down. Jax: Outside your jurisdiction, ain't it. Hale: You ever heard of a Bluebird Supply Company? Apparently they hold the title on that parcel. Jax: Never heard of them. Hale: Whole area was littered with casings and gun parts. That warehouse was a weapons depot. Jax: No kidding? Hale: Chief Unser's retiring at the end of this month. I'll be stepping into those shoes. Unser's always had a look the other way policy with the Sons of Anarchy. Jax: Unser's a lazy drunk. Hale: I will not look the other way, Jax. Just a friendly heads up. Jax: We're all free men, protected by the Constitution. You look any way you want, Chief.