Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- A fitting reward for a hero. - SAMWELL: Uh, hold on.
No, you are Lord Gendry Baratheon of Storm's End,
He climbed on a fucking dragon and fought.
Why not? Only death will shut you up.
but we still have us to contend with.
Go again.
- or the North, or--? - You're afraid of her.
She's not the girl you grew up with.
I owe them the truth.
The new Prince of Dorne pledges his support.
Perhaps it's actually a solution.
We don't know their names,
My lady.
rebel against their king when they were hungry,
They'll fight better if they have time
when the sky falls down upon them.
♪ (SOMBER MUSIC CONCLUDES) ♪
I've never been a Stark.
and tell no one else.
to rest and recuperate.
Well, Clegane...
So would you.
You seem determined to dislike her.
[GASPS]
You sound quite jealous.
I believe in her.
You are an only child.
Your reign is over,
You respect it?
I came north to fight alongside you
Um...
[WIND WHISTLING]
[GROWLING SOFTLY]
GREY WORM: We will storm the city, my queen.
Why does he get to go again?
- Piss off. - You know the first thing
Maybe Cersei will win and kill us all.
Do you know how long I've waited to tell tall-person jokes?
Of course I've thought about it. Thoughts aren't treason.
What about my earlier proposal?
Sansa, look at me.
I need to tell you something.
Be my wife. Be the Lady of Storm's End.
And it just so happens I'm a betting man.
Yes, he's dead.
But I still got a few killing days left, you hear me?
I am the Imp, and I demand to know.
- I did. - I surmised it.
HOUND: Yes, I've heard.
SANSA: She could have made you happy, for a little while.
We will kill your enemies. All of them.
with every monarch who ever lived.
Thank you. I feel much better.
If you have any last words, now is the time.
[CHUCKLES]