Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

We each have our roles.

and Lady Walda's carrying a boy.

Thorne did this.

What could I do to her that those hounds couldn't?

If you grow old.

Handmaiden: Your Grace, I'm sorry to disturb you.

Or would you rather the men build a pyre?

It's prophecy. It's fate.

You would have been a lousy adventurer.

Soon they'll return, singing songs of men in gold masks.

- You all know why you're here. - (shouting stops)

- (SCREAMS) - (SLICING)

You want her to do it or me?

wanting someone who doesn't want you back?

I don't know where she came from.

The love between a man and wife is sacred.

Do you know who struck the killing blow?

I don't think she likes it very much.

- (GROWLING) - (GATE SHATTERS)

- You don't believe that. - Of course I do.

Daario: Huh, an army?

You said people would try to tear us apart, take what's ours.

The Sons of the Harpy?

But it's too cold. I can't. I won't make it. I'll die.

Don't let anyone in.

[ Speaking Dothraki ]

- Confess. - Please.

in our very midst?

Lord Commander Snow did what he thought was right,

trying my best to keep my people alive and well fed.