Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I missed you, boy.
It could take weeks to get to the Wall, depending on the weather.
they made you marry that filthy troll.
Your handsome, arrogant, cruel Uncle Brandon.
Not for you.
Not once in 1,000 years.
when she crosses the Narrow Sea.
in terms of resources
He was my husband. My king.
He always has been.
Don't you think know who you are?
But as a judge, I cannot discuss the trial with you.
Stand to.
I will do what queens do.
Hodor. Hodor. Hodor.
Do you hear?
But I will have to speak to my father about it.
Anything sweet.
Oh, gods, no.
He preferred litters.
But we're not fighting to make you queen of King's Landing.
I'm going to scream so loud,
and a big fucking sword.
They've been trying for years.
until I'd finished all my proper food.
I know.
How can I rule seven kingdoms
They killed my father, too, with poison.
I would never say a thing.
I'll speak to mine.
How do you like them?
Maybe you ought to put on a dress.
Where's Rast?
but Uncle Petyr and myself. Do you understand?
Oh.
the daughter of a woman who didn't love him
You're a Targaryen.
I do think that we could wait until...
We may be faced with an alarming number of weddings soon.
We had a good thing here.
- Nothing. I'm a virgin. - Don't lie to me.
I pushed a spear through the back of his head.
And your mother loved him anyway.
Shh, shh, shh.
The fifth is difficult.
Go on, your best guess.