Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

What'd happen if we didn't rebuild?
Oh, shit.
# You're on your own #
Paint factories, container yards.
- with your son. - Mom, for Christ's sakes, stop cleaning!
Load the M4s and Glocks in the truck, huh?
O2 sats are coming up.
Find Jax.
They respect him. Jax is strong.
Get the firemen on board.
Well, if there's something you can use-
You know, you can buy these by the case.
Just let her know she's not all alone.
- Anything else? - Yeah. I, uh-
No, no. Hey. Put 'em down.
- it's yours. - Thank you, Piney.
Yeah, well, she's supposed to be sending me the doctor bills.
That's where you're wrong.
- We don't. - You know the drill.
- I made a promise to Donna. I'm earning straight. - Come on, Opie.
Niggers still couldn't hit shit.
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- The baby? - We had to do an emergency C-section.
He's got a congenital heart defect...
# Hard row to hoe all by yourself#
About what he wanted from the club?
Jax, wait. Please, please. Jax?
He called it a "Harley commune." It wasn't outlaw.
I'd hate to see this blow back on you.
Dragged 178 yards.
Nah. A box at a time keeps me humble.
He's 10 weeks premature.
- Shit-eatin' Mayans, man. - Where the hell was Rodrigo?
Stay here.
- You okay? - Yeah.
He found a box of John's stuff in storage.
Toxicology reports aren't back yet, but it's most likely crank.
Nobody blows up shit better than Opie.
# You're looking like the only one #
I'm sure anything will help.