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I'm sorry, Miss Winston.
And don't worry. We'll both get what we want.
Smokin' hot.
# Was the son of a preacher man #
Some phone guy took a header off the top of the pole.
Okay. I, uh- I'll just pay cash.
Got enough ammo in here to give Halliburton a hard-on.
- This is about me- - Stop talking, son.
Or, at the very least, gave her the loaded gun.
But Sam Crow is not the enemy. It's the glue-
Now, you comprende that?
Unser's a lazy drunk.
Need a big Jew brain to figure out these Bluebird losses.
to push the Sons of Anarchy the hell out of Charming.
Not only do you stink, but you're a fat bastard too.
Kind of a taco "twofer" thing.
What kind of nasty shit did your mama do to you?
They could've been napping.
I mean, guys get locked up...
Well, something blows up this close to your town...
Tape it off. Nobody enters.
and Lodi forensic team will be here first thing in the morning.
Protect the club.
with two dead Mexi whores draped over your shoulders?
Who said anything about "we"?
Oh, Jesus. Someone call Green Peace.
Afraid they both do.
- Yeah. But you're the boss, right? - Come on, Clay.
You know, I'm the one who bought him that old Selectric.
And the only thing he wants in return...
Jesus Christ.
to sit on a 20 that's not even in our jurisdiction.
We're getting buried here, Donna.
Don't make me regret this.
She's pissed.
Sit down.
before my guys got pulled off. They're gone.
I've made several gestures of friendship.
I'll flush their bellies with bleach.