Gemma (to Tara): Secret babies are a bad idea.
Gemma: He's lost, baby. You have to be the constant. Ride it out.
Tara: I'm not as strong as you.
Gemma: Do you know where my grandson is?
Maureen: No, but I know who does. I'll do whatever I can to help ya.
Tig: I love a good fiesta.
Juice: You do realize that pretty much every Latina you've boned ends up dead.
Tig: Hey, this comes with a price.
Opie (to Jax): I hope you wrapped your s**t. That's a high traffic zone you were ripping through last night.
Gemma (to Unser): You lettin' us get hurt? That's bad. That's how you lose friends. I'd hate to see you lost.
Lyla: This is not my fault.
Opie: No, but if you didn't eat p***y for a living you might have a different set of friends.
Tara: Your mother thinks this is about protecting me.
Jax: I am protecting you.
Tara: From what?
Jax: Donna, Abel, Sack. Take your pick.
Gemma: You gonna shoot me Wayne? Traitor.
Clay: Anything happens to this bird, Gemma will stuff you in this cage, make you wear a beak, and s**t on newspapers.
Prospect: That sounds fair.