Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Afraid they both do.

I mean, guys get locked up...

I'll flush their bellies with bleach.

And the only thing he wants in return...

Unser's a lazy drunk.

and Lodi forensic team will be here first thing in the morning.

to push the Sons of Anarchy the hell out of Charming.

Well, something blows up this close to your town...

I've made several gestures of friendship.

But Sam Crow is not the enemy. It's the glue-

# Was the son of a preacher man #

I'm sorry, Miss Winston.

And don't worry. We'll both get what we want.

We're getting buried here, Donna.

What kind of nasty shit did your mama do to you?

before my guys got pulled off. They're gone.

to sit on a 20 that's not even in our jurisdiction.

Got enough ammo in here to give Halliburton a hard-on.

Need a big Jew brain to figure out these Bluebird losses.

Okay. I, uh- I'll just pay cash.

Some phone guy took a header off the top of the pole.

Kind of a taco "twofer" thing.

They could've been napping.

Who said anything about "we"?

with two dead Mexi whores draped over your shoulders?

Now, you comprende that?

Or, at the very least, gave her the loaded gun.

Protect the club.

- This is about me- - Stop talking, son.

Not only do you stink, but you're a fat bastard too.

Don't make me regret this.

Oh, Jesus. Someone call Green Peace.

You know, I'm the one who bought him that old Selectric.

Tape it off. Nobody enters.

- Yeah. But you're the boss, right? - Come on, Clay.