Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

And yet, you made it possible.

each of us dines as we see fit.

Listen to me, daughter.

I am cousin to your late lady wife.

Despite spending most of my days amidst the grandeur of the Red Keep,

Beacon of the South, Defender of the Citadel,

Mellos: Rest now, Your Grace. I will bring the leeches.

Are you asking for leave?

Knives will come out

Mayhaps we can turn toward happier pursuits.

Ser Joffrey Lonmouth,

Rise, Lord Corlys. (coughs)

Rhaenyra sailed with the King to Driftmark

(softly) To help him sleep.

Begging your pardon, Your Grace, I may be mistaken.

Let us discover what might be had for breakfast.

Her neck and skull both crushed in the fall.

Familiarity is not at issue.

And I would remedy that...

Though I do wish we could meet under happier pretenses.

I prefer roast duck to goose.

(thunder rumbling)

- Harrold We sterling: Fetch the Maester! - Lyonel Strong: Get back.

will not change your appetites,

You know, in King's Landing,

I hold nothing against you, cousin.

(tense music playing)

Laenor of House Velaryon...

I only seek clarity, Your Grace.

Ser Criston Cole: If you have something to say, Ser Joffrey, speak it.

(horse snorting)

She and Ser Laenor's firstborn child,

She was thrown from her horse.

(Laenor wailing)

There are those who like goose very well.

I'm positively bereft. Such a tragic accident.

She stood to inherit all of Runestone... Did she not?

and their secrets,

The Vale's sheep might be willing,

What brings you to the Vale?