


Clay: “Yeah?”
Chibs: “I’m a bit worried about Juice.”
Clay: “Worried how?”
Chibs: “This thing with Miles. The sheriff riding him. Boy’s checked out. We got to pull him off this cartel shit.”

Bobby: “Your leadership is compromising this club. I want a vote. New president.”




Clay: “It’s a goddamn cartel. I just can’t walk away from the deal.”
Piney: “Sure you can.”