from my loyal councillors.

And you - wherever you're from -

Where is it you come from?

He was reeling from the wine.

My lady, you are from Westeros.

His squire, from the king's own skin.

and dragging frightened children from their beds.

No man could have protected him from himself.

I have a dry red from the Arbor -

Trust me, you've never heard where I'm from neither.

Where I come from, we don't show mercy to criminals.

- I'm not a southerner. - You're from south of the Wall.

Saving the Seven Kingdoms from Cersei and delivering them to Stannis?

When the king returns from his hunt, I'll tell him the truth.

Where I come from, if someone like you attacked a little lord...

We must get Joffrey away from his mother and into our custody.

[Speaks Dothraki] *M'anhoon vekha virzethi gizkhvena Dornoon, zhey erinak.* I have a sweet red from Dorne, my lady.

[Speaks Dothraki] *Virzethi gizikhven vekha m'anhoon, Lysoon, Volantisoon, ma Halahisiroon.* I have sweet reds from Lys, Volantis and the Arbor!