Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Boy! Bread, meat and beer. Quickly.

and the whores are walking bow-legged.

- I need more men. - [Ned] You'll get 50.

Get a message to this paragon of yours - discreetly.

Well, he needs to get his strength back first.

I have been grand maester for many years.

You sold slaves.

- Why do they call you Littlefinger? - Arya!

''forsake all claim to your inheritance and start north.

three stabbings and a drunken horse race down the Street of Sisters.

What Did I buy you for

- Yes. - The wiser answer was no, my lord.

As for myself, I don't require a large room.

- I build my own fires. - That's admirable.

you lost a finger to the frost.

Seven blessings to you, goodfolk!

- I'll speak to him. - A singularly bad idea.

My father will rejoice to hear it.

I'm sure the tourney puts coins in many a pocket.

[Jorah] Vaes Dothrak - the city of the horselords.

never mind how many fires your servants built?

Ser Alliser said I'm to be your new watch partner.

''But you're not worthy of my land and title.

Do you remember Thoros of Myr charging through the breach?

- to forgive your father. - No, I won't.

The breath of the greatest dragon forged the Iron Throne,

with another man.

[Continues counting]

He was knighted almost immediately after his master's untimely death.

- [Door creaks] - It is a bit nippy.

like so many candles.

- You don't want to know. - What, that good?

I'm not going to get any better, you know.

The Lineages and Histories

already a big lad, already getting a bit of a reputation.

The brave men rode them.

The brave men didn't kill dragons.

If my brother was given an army of Dothraki,

[Samwell yelping]

Even the ones who've never seen an arrow coming their way.

Now Ned Stark wants my head.

What do you pray for, Ser Jorah?