Tara : "You have to stay."
Jax : "Walking away from my club is one thing, but letting it die... I can't. It's part of me. I'm so sorry."

Jax : "I'm staying. I'm taking the gavel. I need you at my left. Be my VP."
Opie : "And how does that work with Clay still around?"
Jax : "Clay stepped down. It's our club now."

Jax : "I read the letters. I know you killed my father. Piney. You tried to kill Tara."
Clay : "Please. Son..."
Jax : "Don't... call me that. The only reason I am not slicing you open right now is 'cause I need this cartel deal to happen. And those prick Irishmen won't deal with anyone else."
Clay : "You gotta let me tell you..."
Jax : "No. You're done telling me anything. Now I tell you. You're stepping down as president. You can sit at the table. You can have a vote. But that's it."

Juice : "Why you doing this?"
Roosevelt : "You're a criminal, you do bad shit. I'm a cop, I stop you. I just wanna get back to that."