Sons of Anarchy Season 2 Episode 1

Gemma: You love the man. You learn to love the club. If you can do that, there's no truth you can't handle.

Clay: 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 it will kill you. And I don't give a s*** how many witnesses there are.

Jax: Hey. Keeping this between us is the best thing, for now. You hear what I'm saying, Piney?
Piney: Clay tried to kill my son and slaughtered his wife by mistake. I'm depending on you to make that right, kid.

Tara: You know why I run away from s*** 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.

Piney: You should go home. See your kids.
(Opie doesn't respond)
Piney: You know, I don't give a s*** how bad you feel. You need to pull your sad little head out of your a** and go be a father. I'm tired of carrying your damn water, boy. It's ain't your fault, and it sure as hell ain't theirs.
Opie: Love you too, Pop.

Tig: We're gonna come out the other side of this.
Clay: Yeah we are. S*** always works out.

Clay: Hey, you wanna stick around for a while? I'm sure you could do some major damage to a stripper pole.
Stahl: You have no idea.

Gemma: Planning a trip?
Clay: I'm just seeing what charters we're gonna need to make this thing work with the Irish.
Gemma: If it involves you and a map, we're screwed.
Clay: You saying I got no sense of direction?
Gemma: I'm saying you need a GPS to get from the driveway to the front door.

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.

Hale: I'm not gonna swap one outlaw for another one.

Hale: League of American Nationalists.
Zobelle: The League represents an influential group of businessmen who are tired of criminals undermining local enterprise.
Hale: Right. And how many black and Latino businessmen are in your influential group?
Zobelle: None.
Hale: I know what you are. White hate.
Zobelle: Quite the opposite, Deputy Chief. We are separatists, not supremacists. We are God-fearing patriots and in a time when black radicals are in power in this country we are desperately trying to remind our citizens of their founding beliefs.
Hale: That all white men are created equal. What the hell do you want from me?
Weston: Call us what you want. We have the same goal; stop scumbags from arming scumbags.
Zobelle: We just want you to know we are at your disposal if you need us.

Jacob Hale: My family built this town. My great-great grandfather, his brothers. Before my old man dies, the Hales are gonna give it back to the folks who live here.
Zobelle: And that salvation nets you a tidy real estate profit.
Jacob Hale: Progress has its rewards.