Miguel: Listen, I am so sorry about today.
Emily: Where were you?
Miguel: There were some complications. The rebels. I was on the other side.
Emily: You were with Adelita?
Miguel: Yes.
Emily: This whole time?
Miguel: Alvarez and me.
Emily: You should get some sleep. You look exhausted.
Miguel: Yeah, I am.
Emily: Has she told you who the father is yet? Adelita?
Miguel: No, I don't think she's told anyone.

Angel: What are you doing here?
EZ: We have to talk, Angel.
Angel: There's nothing to talk about.
EZ: Yeah, there is.
Angel: What's your sponsor saying? Golden boy didn't get the votes he needs?
EZ: I don't give a fuck about the vote.
Angel: If this is about Pop, man, stay out of it. Its none of your fucking business.
EZ: It's not about Pop. It's about Mom.
Angel: What?
EZ: I know who killed her.

Potter: Not many butcher shops with a classic literature section.
Felipe: I know who you are.
Potter: Obviously, a meat-eater. Of course, you know who I am. I wouldn't expect anything less from a man with your experience.
Felipe: This about my son?
Potter: Actually, it's about you, Ignacio. And your days as an inspector in División Antidrogas. I have so many questions. I truly hope that Ezekiel gets his eidetic memory from you.

Happy: Four dozen.
Chuckie: Four times twelve is forty-eight.
Prospect: Yeah, thanks, Rainman.
Chuckie: You're most welcome.
Happy: We miss you, Chuckie.
Chuckie: Can I ask you a question, Hap?
Happy: You got to talk to Chibs.
Chuckie: Not about the bag. I thought Jax wanted you guys out of the gun business.
Happy: The transition's taking longer than we thought. It's a lot at stake.

Mayans M.C. Season 2 Quotes

Potter: Not many butcher shops with a classic literature section.
Felipe: I know who you are.
Potter: Obviously, a meat-eater. Of course, you know who I am. I wouldn't expect anything less from a man with your experience.
Felipe: This about my son?
Potter: Actually, it's about you, Ignacio. And your days as an inspector in División Antidrogas. I have so many questions. I truly hope that Ezekiel gets his eidetic memory from you.

Angel: What are you doing here?
EZ: We have to talk, Angel.
Angel: There's nothing to talk about.
EZ: Yeah, there is.
Angel: What's your sponsor saying? Golden boy didn't get the votes he needs?
EZ: I don't give a fuck about the vote.
Angel: If this is about Pop, man, stay out of it. Its none of your fucking business.
EZ: It's not about Pop. It's about Mom.
Angel: What?
EZ: I know who killed her.