Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

(cheering)
- (shouts) - (Groans)
Find the Blackfish.
(choking)
And if Jaime Lannister wants it,
Don't die for pride when you can fight for your blood.
Go on.
Guard: All the way down!
- Check that out! - Go on, now.
(crowd cheers, laughs)
His Holiness the High Septon
And then I'd feel terrible,
who killed his own king.
- Yah! - (Grunts)
Tell a joke.
- Hey! - Get out!
I have your word?
To fight you.
Because it's a trap, you idiot.
I apologize for the way the Freys treated you.
He promised me I could stay in the Red Keep until my trial.
You lads know how to kiss proper?
I'm not here to trade insults.
The second says, No, but I can shout for help in 19 languages.
Tyrion: Do you like it?
trump
(men shouting)
Very romantic.
(groans)
You're a fine-looking fellow, aren't you?
You have a keen military mind, Pod.
If I persuade him to abandon the castle,
But here you are.
(distant horse whinnying)
I don't think I could remember all of the lines.
No worse child ever stained this land.
Because you'll allow him to lead the Tully forces safely north.
You're shit at trolling, you know that?
(groans)
Have you ever met the Blackfish?
Where's the other one?
(bellows)
And when he comes of age, he'll have a keep of his own.
Sleep is the only way you'll heal.
If you think I'm abandoning my family's seat
No.
Crowd: Seven blessings.
- Why? - (Laughs)
Tommen: The tradition is a brutish one,
Please tell His High Holiness he's always welcome to visit.
but when the barkeep brings them over,