Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Guard: Go on, move yourself! Come on!
(indistinct chatter)
There was no insult to me, Ser Criston. Y-- Put aside your blade.
His last words to me and I was the only one to hear it.
he whispered his final wish:
My sincerest regrets for the lack of ceremony.
Keep moving! That's right.
My son will be anointed tomorrow at dawn.
Larys Strong: He was fleeing from the gate.
I can take you to Prince Aegon.
Rather, I am sent by one who knows where he is.
All of you, move forward!
The Queen awaits.
Your son cuckolded.
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Your grandfather, the Hand, will try to impress on you
I will remember.
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-Aegon: No! -Erryk: Are you going to help me?!
-Come on! -Prince Aegon spends many a night in this place.
We may not assume the loyalty of Lord Borros.
Oh, my dearest love.
-and instead toward peace. -Ugh.
No. But, dear cousin...
I assume this task falls within your expertise.
It is your husband who grasps so heedlessly for the throne.
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your gold cloaks take the bribes given them to look away.
(indistinct chatter)
Do you see now what he is?
My husband would have desired this mercy be shown
He's not in his rooms.
Tyland: That was some 20 years ago. Most of them now dead.
-Onward! -This way.
-Do not toy with me, Mother. -I speak the truth.