Jax: I'm done listening to dead men, but don't pretend you were trying to help us. Greater good or not, we were just a means to your own end. You don't give a s**t about this family... and the John Teller you knew 20 years ago, he didn't give a s**t either.

Jax: Dad's manuscript...wasn't about changing the club. It was about changing his legacy. I don't belong here Mom, and neither does Abel.
Gemma: Where's my grandson?
Jax: He's with a father who didn't torture and kill a man yesterday.

Unser: Ya gonna pour me one?
Piney: Scotch... bottom shelf.

Unser: Am I interrupting something?
Stahl: That give you a little stiffy, Wayne?

Gemma: Now you are gonna tell us where our grandson is or I swear to God I will cut this baby in half.

Gemma: You know the story of King Solomon, right sister?
Nun: Yes.
Gemma: If I was that mother, I'd rather have a half dead kid than have someone else raise my flesh and blood. You understand where I'm going with this?

Donny: Who do you think has to clean that up?
Jimmy: You.

Jax: Bottom line here...I found out I got a sister.
Trinity: Aye, a sister you nearly shagged.
Jax: You say that like it's a bad thing.

Opie: You hit that?
Jax: No...didn't feel right.
Bobby: Feels just about right to me.
Jax: Dude, you're twice her age and three times her weight.
Bobby and Opie: So?

Jax (to Abel): I'll never let anyone take you from me again. I love you.

John: My grief and introspection terrifies them and drives Gemma mad. Clay's pity has moved into profound loathing. I see my best friend and my wife growing closer and closer. I have no jealousy, truly. I feel nothing. Not even fear and I know I should be afraid.