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Sons-of-anarchy

Trinity: How are you Jackson?
Jax: I'm tired Trinity.

Hale: This is blackmail.
Salazar: Yeah. I got an app for that homes.

Happy: Hey! Where the hell you going?
O'Neill: Got a murderous shite. You wanna watch?
Happy: Do you?
Juice: No, I'm good.

Get out! Come try and fetch me and Kerri again and I swear on my Catholic God I'll fill your thick Irish skull with bullets.

Fiona (to Jimmy)

It's the word of two felons against the guy who's gonna be our next mayor. How do you think that works out?

Unser

Gemma: My family has a few things to work out with Jimmy.
Fiona: That's a mistake.
Gemma: Then it's my mistake!

Kozik: You do realize one of us is gonna end up dead right?
Piney: I'm counting on it.

Gemma: Who the hell are these people? Using a baby like a God damn poker chip.
Jax: It's not just them. This happened because we deal guns with the Irish. Let's not kid ourselves we're the victims here.
Gemma: Maybe that profound awareness helps relieve your guilt, but now is not the time for soul searching. You focus on the hate you need to kill all these Irish pricks.

I'm sorry guys. I had no idea what I was walking you into.

Jax
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