Yeah. That's how I feel about this club. Since I was five Tara, all I've ever wanted was a Harley and a cut. Change won't happen quick, or without blood, but it'll happen. It has to.
[to Clay] I know the greater devil when I see it. Zobelle is flooding this town with Darby's crank and pussy. And he wants me to shut it down to prove to Charming they don't need the Sons.
[voiceover] I found myself lost in my own club. I trusted few, feared most. Nomad offered escape and exile. I didn't know if leaving would cure or kill this thing we created. I didn't know if it was an act of strength or cowardice. I didn't know, so I stayed. I stayed because, in the end, the only way I could hold this up was to suffer under the weight of it.
Have you seen any recent pictures of Kerrianne? She's all Fiona. Gorgeous. Reaching that magical change; tight little curves, breasts popping. Timely, actually. Fiona's look's fading. Can hardly catch an edge anymore. But Kerrianne...the thoughts that enter my brain. Impure, awful, I think. But then I recall, she's not my daughter. So what's the sin? Even if she does call me 'Da'.
[to Jax] I loved your dad. More than... more than I've loved any man. Great lay. Smart. Big heart. And very complicated. Sound familiar? His complications killed him.