Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

They were the gods of your fathers, too.

You're a whore!

Uncle, you can be my cupbearer

So, looking forward to your wedding?

Knell before Kai one more time

If they don't hear her, they won't hear us.

when I can hardly wipe my own ass?

From House Tyrell and the people of the Reach,

Man: Open the gates!

long before he drew his first breath.

hours before his wedding night.

Sansa's maid saw you with her.

And take Lady Walda to her chambers.

( taps goblet )

- ( woman screaming ) - Melisandre: Hear us now.

Wars are rather expensive.

As you command.

Must be exciting to flit from one camp to the next

You want me on the desk?

But they screamed.

And neither will you.

A pleasure, Mother.

I'm sure you have many fascinating stories.

All taken care of.

- ( gasps ) - ( applause )

I know that's tempting,

I speak as a firsthand witness.

Your Grace, freshly forged in your honor.

I have friends across the sea who could help her.

Now, go drink until it feels like you did the right thing.

The one we live in now.

Sire, I served you well.

In some places the highborn frown upon those of low birth.

( light laughter )

You're not a Bolton. You're a Snow.

You think she's sweet because she smiles when you visit.

Robb Stark, Balon Greyjoy.

One morning, he shot two seagulls on the beach.

Please give him our regards.

- Bit much, wouldn't you say? - It feels proportionate.