Clay: I don’t even know who you are anymore.
Gemma: Why don’t you bounce my face off the floor and maybe you’ll recognize me.


Jax: Hey. I’m glad you decided to do this.
Opie: It’s not for me, it’s for my kids.
Jax: This is good for everyone, Ope. Let’s them say goodbye.
Opie: And let’s us bury the lie. Piney Winston, killed by the Mexican cartel.
Jax: The truth will come out, man. It juts can’t be now. Too many people will get hurt. I’m sorry you see that as a betrayal.
Opie: The only betrayal that I see is Clay not being the one going in that hole.
Jax: Yeah. I know you can’t sit at the table with him. I was wrong to ask you. I love you, Ope. And I want you in SAMCRO, but whatever you decide to do, I’m gonna back you. I hope you know that.
Opie: What I know that the gavel turns shit around.
Jax: I’m not gonna turn into Clay.
Opie: I’m more afraid that I’m gonna turn into you.

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