Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

You gave him your word.
-All right, we'll be going. -Whoa. Whoa!
The girl has many names on her lips.
There's nowhere to run.
Your Grace,
DAENERYS: Come.
Do you want to be with them?
a girl whose brother is in open rebellion against the throne as we speak.
Join the Night's Watch.
And I'm no better than a savage
And l like it.
l've been fighting far longer than you.
(CHUCKLES)
Please don't go, Jaqen.
PYCELLE: Your Grace,
And whoever kills that fucking horn-blower will stand in bronze above the shores of Pyke!
l will kill that man.
Names to offer up to the Red God.
You look like a baby with a rattle.
Let 'em fight.
Would you like something for the pain?
Have you?
Stygg and Black Lorren.
No more than l want to leave you.
lt is not meant for the buying of horses.
So unless it got stuck in your arse on its way to your cunt,
For your trouble.
-l want to see you. -Believe me, you don't.
(GRUNTlNG)
She could offer them all one by one.
You're the only one who can.
What's your business here?
You wouldn't remember me if we had?
to tell me if working for Lord Baelish has been all you'd hoped it would be.
lt varies from cloak to cloak.
There are ways.
Going into wars, fighting soldiers, you're terrible at this.
You will betray everything you once held dear.
(GRUNTS)
l serve Lady Catelyn.
I will kill that horn blowing cunt before I fall!
I'm afraid we won't be seeing each other for some time, my lord.
None of us know.
-Mothers will name their sons for us. -Aye!
You are a mess.
Run!
Good of me? Of course l come.
Thank you, Xaro Xhoan Daxos.