[Merchant calling in Dothraki] *Virzetha gizikhven! Mra qora! Mra qora!* Sweet reds. I have it. I have it.

The Seven have never answered my prayers.

I see Ser Alliser's revenge, that's all.

- You don't believe it. - Have you ever seen a dragon, Khaleesi?

[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!

I was never meant to be a father.

I believe no man here could ever question your honour.

I learned that I'll never win, not that way.

[Speaks Dothraki] *Mra qora! Mra qora!* I have them! I have them!

Not even talking to them. I never talked to them.

Have I said something funny, ser?

I want the funeral feast to be the biggest the Kingdoms ever saw.

- Is something wrong? - I have a thirst.

I have a dry red from the Arbor -

I will not have their blood on my hands.

[Robert] I should have spent more time with you,

Have patience, Khaleesi. We will go home, I promise you.

I pushed him away and he said he'd have my hands cut off for stealing their silver.