samcro-soa:

Half-Sack: You mean we gotta dig it up?

Jax: Who said anything about we?

Clarence ‘Clay’ Morrow: What did you do?
Gemma Teller Morrow: Same thing you did, nailed some tart from Nevada.
Clarence ‘Clay’ Morrow: I got all this shit coming outta my ears and you go and do this.
Gemma Teller Morrow: You shoulda thought of that before your dick went on a cheerleader hunt.
Clarence ‘Clay’ Morrow: I didn’t ask her to come here.
Gemma Teller Morrow: Well she’s here.
Clarence ‘Clay’ Morrow: That’s not my fault.
Gemma Teller Morrow: And it’s not my pussy.

[after Tig has pulled down his pants and shown two female doctors the dog bite on his butt]

Jackson ‘Jax’ Teller: Distract ‘em, I said distract ‘em, not scar ‘em for life!
Tig: No shit, man, I’m serious, I think it’s infected.

Tig: Go on, get out of here, before I rape both of you.
Bobby: Hey!
Tig: C’mon, it’s just an expression. Term of endearment.