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- with your son. - Mom, for Christ's sakes, stop cleaning!

About what he wanted from the club?

He's got a congenital heart defect...

Dragged 178 yards.

- Shit-eatin' Mayans, man. - Where the hell was Rodrigo?

That's where you're wrong.

# Hard row to hoe all by yourself#

What'd happen if we didn't rebuild?

He's 10 weeks premature.

Load the M4s and Glocks in the truck, huh?

Nobody blows up shit better than Opie.

- Anything else? - Yeah. I, uh-

I'm sure anything will help.

Jax, wait. Please, please. Jax?

He found a box of John's stuff in storage.

You know, you can buy these by the case.

No, no. Hey. Put 'em down.

- We don't. - You know the drill.

Get the firemen on board.

- it's yours. - Thank you, Piney.

- You okay? - Yeah.

Well, if there's something you can use-

Nah. A box at a time keeps me humble.

- The baby? - We had to do an emergency C-section.

O2 sats are coming up.

Niggers still couldn't hit shit.

He called it a "Harley commune." It wasn't outlaw.

- I made a promise to Donna. I'm earning straight. - Come on, Opie.

Toxicology reports aren't back yet, but it's most likely crank.

They respect him. Jax is strong.

# You're looking like the only one #

Yeah, well, she's supposed to be sending me the doctor bills.

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# You're on your own #

Paint factories, container yards.

I'd hate to see this blow back on you.

Just let her know she's not all alone.