Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

to await the king's justice.
[Robb] Any man of the Night's Watch is welcome at Winterfell.
- Didn't know where to put it? - I know where to put it.
The hospitality of Winterfell is yours.
And I've seen a pirate who wore his weight in gold
- Aye, my lord. - My lord of Lannister!
He has asked your father for the honour of his presence on his 90th nameday.
yOUr SUmmer SnOWS. Until tomorrow, my lord.
Or he might raise castles like Brandon the Builder.
Yes, women, cravens...
If you like Redheads, ask for Ros.
Lord Walder is well, my lady.
Thank you.
He wants to be a knight of the Kingsguard.
Sam's no dimerent from the rest of us.
I pray for home too.
Star the damn joust before I piss meself
in the 183rd year after Aegon's landing,
It seems they've run short of poachers and thieves down south.
Never again, no matter what Thorne says.
- Joffrey does. - Nonsense.
Gregor a few years older,
which the Usurper is keeping warm for me.
You are a horselord's slut. And now you've woken the dragon...
''Or so I'll tell your mother.
It's a hard fall down these steps.
What did Jon want the night before he died?
visit this armourer several times in the weeks before his death.
before summer's over. [Laughing]
- My neck is beginning to hurt. - Kneel, Hodor.
Distrusting me was the wisest thing you've done since you climbed off your horse.
I'm a constant disappointment to my own father
into one.
Come stand by the fire.
- I just couldn't. - Why not?
M'lady? [Chuckles]
- The boy has lost the use of his legs. - What of it?
and their children.
- [Robert laughs] - Should I leave it with...
you wish to defend your lady love, Iet's make it an exercise.
A whore named Ros.
- Will I really be able to ride? - You will.
capture them, gather some knowledge.
I'm sorry. Do l...?
That was a proper battle.
Start the damn count before i piss myself
- What are you doing here? - I might ask the same of you.
We didn't have enough to feed them, to keep them warm.
the ugliness with the wolves.
- Hmm. - Now...
He drove me from my land.
The King's Tournament. I assure you the Hand wants no part of it.
- It's warmer. - No, that's all right. I'm fine.
and eunuchs.
They call him the Mountain.
Did Jon Arryn tell you what he wanted with it?
I was alone in a room with a naked girl, but...
You can't fight. You can't see.
POST THE DAMN SLATE BEFORE I PISS MYSELF!
You're afraid of heights and almost everything else probably.
She'd sing to me sometimes.
For all the weight they're given,
The Hand was loved by all. What sort of man would dare...
A pile of mud. Mud and shit and twigs.