Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

( Werewolves snarling ferociously )

Ebrose: The infection has spread too far.

Dothraki heathens who will burn your villages to the ground,

Ebrose: Does this look like a baby to you?

That noun has no gender in High Valyrian,

But the odds are against us.

But no one else will try it, so I'm the best you've got.

She crucified hundreds of noblemen in Slaver's Bay.

From greyscale.

My greatest regret is that Oberyn died fighting for you.

Some of you are bannermen of House Tyrell.

Prophecies are dangerous things.

With the Tyrell army and the Dornish on our side,

by Archmaester Pylos.

One more round. It's a long ride.

Sansa: You think it's really Tyrion?

We can't defeat them on our own.

- MEN: Aye! - (POUNDING TABLES)

Um, Archmaester, if I could just have a moment.

To hold that person back.

Did she ever find you?

(WOLVES SNARLING)

from Dragonstone.

I believe you have a role to play.

one boy hates high places,

I wish you good fortune.

I knew nothing about you, save your existence

Either way, strong Unsullied.

We need to mine it and turn it into weapons.

Missandei: Your Grace, forgive me,

I would expect nothing less from the mother of dragons

He'll crush you with one hand.

This isn't an invitation; it's a trap.

- Ned Stark's bastard? - You know him?

People used to tell my brother that sort of thing,