Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

but they had these mountains
I've got to have a piss.
Syrio didn't have a sword. Or armor. Just a stick.
And as a mother, that is your right.
A touch of class.
have been working on it for months.
Let me bathe and dress for the occasion.
I'm helping you with your armor.
I'll take you to him.
Well, I'm half Tully.
The things he did shocked me.
of the House Baratheon First of His Name.
Why should anyone trust me?
They've never been more vulnerable.
extricating Sansa, getting her here alive.
You have several, don't you?
Doesn't matter what they do.
This... this isn't the end.
Your Grace.
He's only a boy.
the way you love your first child.
if I can't control Slaver's Bay?
- Please. - Hodor.
We'll have a trial, anyway.
Our last working mine ran dry three years ago.
Did he force himself on you?
I can't sleep until I say the names.
We can find you work. Keep you safe.
The most obvious thing. Your Uncle Brandon.
You know what's wrong with honor?
Do you know how much gold was mined in the Westerlands this past year?
Doesn't matter. The answer is the same.
Get some rest.
By the time you were born, your father's austerity had become hers.
Haven't a clue.
- It was not. - Was? He dead?
Never, my lady. I'm your squire.
He's so kind.
Cut me loose, Hodor.
There's a hut on the West Side of the keep. We should steer clear of it.
Get the fire going again. We're all freezing.