Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I prefer roast duck to goose.

Let us discover what might be had for breakfast.

She stood to inherit all of Runestone... Did she not?

You know, in King's Landing,

Though I do wish we could meet under happier pretenses.

Despite spending most of my days amidst the grandeur of the Red Keep,

There are those who like goose very well.

She and Ser Laenor's firstborn child,

Mayhaps we can turn toward happier pursuits.

and their secrets,

Mellos: Rest now, Your Grace. I will bring the leeches.

Begging your pardon, Your Grace, I may be mistaken.

Listen to me, daughter.

Ser Criston Cole: If you have something to say, Ser Joffrey, speak it.

will not change your appetites,

Beacon of the South, Defender of the Citadel,

Are you asking for leave?

Rhaenyra sailed with the King to Driftmark

Ser Joffrey Lonmouth,

Laenor of House Velaryon...

- Harrold We sterling: Fetch the Maester! - Lyonel Strong: Get back.

And I would remedy that...

Familiarity is not at issue.

Rise, Lord Corlys. (coughs)

(tense music playing)

each of us dines as we see fit.

(Laenor wailing)

Her neck and skull both crushed in the fall.

And yet, you made it possible.

I am cousin to your late lady wife.

I only seek clarity, Your Grace.

(horse snorting)

What brings you to the Vale?

She was thrown from her horse.

(thunder rumbling)

(softly) To help him sleep.

I'm positively bereft. Such a tragic accident.

The Vale's sheep might be willing,

Knives will come out

I hold nothing against you, cousin.