Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Locke said there were 11 of them.
Your Grace.
Hodor.
That all worked out well.
Please, stop. Stop.
Through the Moon Door.
For your paramour?
We will have a trial and we will learn the truth.
It would be a great honor, of course.
Joffrey.
Then whom can we trust?
Only the ones I'm going to kill.
Come with me.
But you're not to call her Sansa in front of anyone
It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Lady Arryn.
Myrcella loves the open water.
The old houses will flock to our queen
my husband's wine...
I'm done waiting, Petyr.
what comes next.
My mother fat?
I kept his clothing and linens clean.
We have to find it.
Meryn Trant?
Prince Oberyn. Writing letters?
That's no way to fight.
and we need them on our side.
The old houses will flock to whichever side they think will win,
The greatest swordsman who ever lived.
Who would pass the Bloody Gate?
In the light of the Seven, I now proclaim Tommen
Hodor, get his knife. Cut me loose.
and a big f** sword
I won't even know what to call you.
You like it rough, don't you?
When will the wedding take place in your mind?
What are you doing?