Nothing is okay. Like, the last few weeks, I tried to follow your lead. You know, find some kind of compartment to put all this stuff in. But I just can't. I don't sleep. I'm more scared now than I ever was. I'm scared of getting caught. I'm scared of not getting caught. We got away with murder. What does that make me?
I think you're a good man with a big heart. I believe you try to do as much good as you can, but you live a life I don't think I'll ever really understand.
Call it whatever you want. Your life is a series of hit-and-runs. The minute someone makes you feel uncomfortable, tests your loyalty, little Tara packs her bags and hits the road. Well, I guess you got what you wanted from me, right? Used me to do your dirty work.
Hundreds! Maybe more, I don't know. I barely see their faces. I married Wendy because I was lonely. Because I got tired of the endless disconnect. It was just a sad time-out. Because when I'm inside someone, there's only one face I see. When you came home, it was like some kind of sign to me. Like my past coming around to give me another shot to do this different; better. And now that chance is running back to Chicago.
This relationship you have with Clay…I don't like it…but I get it. You make a deal with the devil to keep the peace. But look at this. Look at what we let happen. An innocent woman was killed.
I should be fishing somewhere, or reading a book half buzzed on vodka and lemonade. And I'm still here in this suit of mine because I've got my own rock and hard place I'm living between. I ain't got much more of a run in me. A few years, maybe, but I need something to leave Della and my half-smart kids. I'm sorry, son.
[to Ethan Zobelle] 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 he will kill ya. And I don't give a shit how many witnesses there are.
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.
Whatever you may think, the truth is everything I do is to protect what we got. It's never arbitrary. And it's never reactive. Been doing this for 30 years, I know a few things.
You wanna challenge me? Fine, I don't give a shit. But the minute it stops being about this club and it starts becoming personal they'll know that. They'll lose respect for you and they won't trust you anymore. And then you'll be handling everything on your own. Think about that…son.