Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Before me, it was Father.
Smart boy.
We can fight them in the fields as long as you like,
A word, Your Grace?
Close your eyes.
Here.
Cut his throat.
He didn't tell you what kind of meat?
No, please.
I would like to know how you tricked Father into this.
Let no man claim ignorance as an excuse.
He didn't know anything about anything.
we can't seem to locate her.
so he may rest beside his brother and sister in the crypts beneath Winterfell.
You will ride east, you southeast, and you northeast.
Surely, having so recently lost your own beloved father, you can sympathize.
Now, sit down and shut your mouth.
Taste is everything here.
It's more complicated than that! You know it is.
I'm not a Stark. I know that.
Mmm.
I was born in a place like this.
for the queue is dark and full of terrors.
Truth?
It must be odd for you
Why, I might as well sleep beneath a waterfall.
I'm sure if you asked Grandfather...
You have a hundred other lords...
Gendry! His name is Gendry.
Always treated me like scum.
No! Not my Barra!
A word, Your Grace?
He's your bastard son.
And the remains of all those who died in his service must also be returned.
I haven't seen Renly Baratheon since he was a boy.
All you lot from south of the Wall, you're Southerners.
My father was a traitor.
Beloved nephew.
Red comet means one thing, boy.
Three victories don't make you a conqueror.
- I had two cups of wine. - Two cups?
I love the stink. I love the noise.
the Lamb Men will kill us and take your dragons.
My father has ships and men who know how to sail them.
He marries his daughters.
Power is power.
The time has come to choose.
What are you asking?
What are you doing here?
- An honorable request, Your Grace. - Third...
Step back three paces.