Gone, along with the wildling woman.

Come with me to the Crag.

With hunting, there's blood at the end.

Jonquil with the flowers in her hair?

Put him in with the Kingslayer for now.

So the lads just do it with each other?

The Mother of Dragons will be with her babies.

I've already run through the supplies I brought with me.

But an attack from the air with dragon fire... Mmm-mmm.

Three dragons the size of cats and an alliance with a charlatan

The girls would claw each other's eyes out to get naked with you.

Build yourself a cabin and find a woman to lie with in the night.

my royal husband would flee to the trees with his huntsmen and his hounds.

I couldn't bring myself to go and sit with my family at a table so far on the edge of the feast

I need fennel root for those with fever, willow bark. Mostly I need milk of the poppy.

When I learned you were coming to our city, I made an arrangement with the King of Qarth.

The hounds have the scent.

the rake lines in the dirt along the list,

Get the horses and the hounds.

Burn the villages, burn the farms.