Jax: Some days you're the Beamer, some days you're the goddamn deer. Chibs: Some yuppie creamed it out by the streams. Jax: He run into it or hit a tree while it was giving him head? Half-Sack: How the hell you want me to get it out of there? (Jax gets a chainsaw) Come on. Jesus, man. Jax: Just pretend its carve your on steak night at the sizzler. Half-Sack: I don't eat meat, man. Jax: Figure it out, grunt.
