Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

The Night's Watch is my House now.

We must get Joffrey away from his mother and into our custody.

You think he stands alone?

ls Lord Renly joining us?

[Jon and Samwell] Hear my words and bear witness to my vow.

My price would be modest.

The South doesn't seem to agree with you.

Give me something for the load and let me fart

but he was the rightful heir to the Seven Kingdoms.

Release the Imp. Wed your daughter to Joffrey.

I shall wear no crowns and win no glory.

[Speaks Dothraki] *...ma afichak vojjor samva Vaesaan Dothrak.* ...and bring their broken gods back to Vaes Dothrak.

[Steward] All hail His Grace,

shown you how to be a man.

and if Joffrey seems likely to cause problems when he comes into his throne,

give me something for the election cycle and let me die

Yes, you'll clean his clothes.

[Rumbling, chains rattling]

And he cannot take the throne without your help.

You'll want to take your vow before a heart tree as your uncle did.

Do any of you still keep the old gods?

Ah, well, having a few dragons makes things easier.

the words stick in your throat.

You have odd notions about protecting the realm.

Oh, everything, my dear.

[Speaks Dothraki] *K'asi assikhqoyisiri...* According to the prophecy...

murdered by a pig.

You're a Targaryen - the last Targaryen.

And what of my wrath, Lord Stark?

I shall take no wife,

- I will be lord after my father. - So you're not lord now?

- [Laughs] - What?

The Seven have never answered my prayers.

What we don't know is usually what gets us killed. What we don't know is usually what gets us killed.

are Jaime Lannister's bastards.

Give me something for the pain and let me die

ls that why you called me here, to pose me riddles?

It's the family name that lives on.

Give me something for the election and cycle and let me die

I'm going to fuck them. That's what I know.

You will bring them to Catelyn Stark's girlhood home

I am saving myself for another

A man of the Night's Watch...

[Speaks Dothraki] *Ador finaan khal nevasoe...che khaleesi.* A chair for a King to sit upon,

[Horse neighs] [Man shouting]

[Neighing continues]

Oh, yes! Oh, yes!

As you wish, lad.

Are you having a go at me? Is that it?

Why don't you join us, my lord?

I'm afraid those birds have flown.

When you play the game of thrones, you win or you die There is no middle ground

So why did you call me here?