Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

and we shall allow you to live out your days
You will drink.
[ R ]
''Lord Eddard Stark is herein named...
- I will be lord after my father. - So you're not lord now?
He destroyed the Greyjoy fleet.
That's not an opinion it's a fact!
Now leave us, the lot of you. I need to talk to Ned.
As for the rest... it was 300 years ago.
Not worthy of a princess.
Jaime told me about the day King's Landing fell.
we simply reveal his little secret
[Speaks Dothraki] *Sovikh Tirosh! Jelavena Andahloa.* Tyroshi pear brandy! Andalish sours!
He did.
He is the heir.
The City Watch is 2,OOO strong...
You need to...
- [Knocking] - Yes, my lord.
I need the gold cloaks.
It's the truth.
according to our needs
- Those were the king's words. - We have a new king now.
Poor Ned Stark.
[Speaks English] ..throne.
[Men shouting]
If your father's lord,
The old man is the Lord Commander of the Night's Watch.
but family.
Of course it bothers me.
[Commander] Now!
see if he has any letters for me.
I will not dishonour Robert's last hours by shedding blood in his halls...
Me: The thought of Trump vs/ Biden/Harris. Now the thought of Walz vs/ Vance as VP
Attacking him was stupid.
lmpudent.
That's what you want people to think of you.
A piece of paper?
30,OOO men.
I know the truth Jon Arryn died for.
His squire? The Lannister boy?
their rules.
a Northerner... with a jaw like an anvil.
This isn't about the bloody line of succession.
He was reeling from the wine.
One blast for a ranger returning,
''until my son Joffrey comes of age.''
I just...
You've all been assigned an order,
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[Speaks Dothraki] *ven et vo khal avvos.* - ...as no Khal has done before. - [Men cheering]
[ R ]
Jaime and I are more than brother and sister.
Have I said something funny, ser?
- A stupid saying. - [Moans]
It shall not end until my death.
Stewards are nothing but maids!
So it would seem.
before the long night comes.
Or...
Either of you understand a thing that I'm saying?
Your job is to make them forget what they know.
I wish to be crowned within the fortnight.
They know what you are.
- Robert, my sweet... - Out, all of you!
You're an impudent little wench, aren't you?