Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I swore to your mother by the old gods--
My lion.
Jojen: Bran!
Hang on!
Jojen! Come on!
- Your doing? - No.
aye,
You still here?
But freedom means making your own choices.
- Where is she? - Podrick: She was just here.
You should know,
Arya!
Rightly so, in my opinion.
Do I have to beg you?
No, you don't.
Very well, then.
It may not cover a period lasting longer than a year.
That's not wine.
You gonna die?
I bet you like that.
...we stand a chance.
I told him I won't marry Loras Tyrell.
( speaking Low Valyrian )
We're not here to conquer.
There's nothing to be done.
Yes, there is.
( grunting )
It appears my trusting nature got the better of me.
I love my lover.
All she ever talked about was killing you.
Now I live on the streets.
A galley's waiting in the bay bound for the Free Cities.
( cawing )
we'd won the Battle of Blackwater-- do you remember?
I will burn our house to the ground before I let that happen.
Yes, I've read a great deal about it.
Safety? Where the fuck's that?
I should have taken her.
She commanded me to bring Jaime Lannister back to King's Landing.
- It doesn't matter. - Doesn't matter?
( screeching )
before the First Men.
Wait. I have something else.
Tywin: Not another word.
You'll kill your own father in the privy?
( speaking Low Valyrian )
- You can save him? - Difficult to say, Your Grace.