Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Men: Hear me roar!
What do you call that?
Whenever I consider an action, I ask myself
You understand fully
Can't go killing my son by law. It wouldn't be right.
So did her mother.
(theme music playing)
Hello.
I'm not a Stark.
may we speak the words of our alliance,
and she is absent anyway,
Here, my lord.
The King in the North! The King in the North!
You will keep the peace while the people choose their own leaders.
The King in the North! The King in the North!
Cersei stole the future from me.
I'm done with all that.
You've seen the Night King, Jon Snow.
Edmure is back in a cell.
You, my love,
Well, you have completely failed to counsel me.
Well, Father always promised, didn't he?
Clever fellow. Can’t argue with his logic.
We invited you to Dorne because we needed your help.
You have to protect him.
I will renounce my lordship and my claims on Highgarden.
Please, Grand Maester. I Bear You No Ill Will
They fear the Lannisters.
I lie about fucking my brother...
(clamoring)
for as long as I can remember.
I ask your leave to execute this woman for murder.
I'm not angry. I'm full of self-pity.
The North remembers.
It's yours.
It felt good to imagine their shock and their pain.
But it doesn't matter.
No tears.
It is not survival I offer.
(door closes)
I'm sure he would be.
I hope you're right about this expedition of yours.
YOU CAN SIT HERE MOURNING ITS DEPARTURE OR YOU CAN PREPARE FOR THE FUTURE
You can sit here mourning its departure
But I was wrong.
Crowd: Long may she reign.
Brother Loras is free to leave.
She was already promised to Robert Baratheon.
but the one battle I remember you fighting,
My name is Arya Stark.
She wants your golden fingers up her twat.
(men murmuring)