- [the slavers decide to chop Tyrion's cock]
- Tyrion Lannister: Wait. WAIT! Wait, wait! Wait, you can't just hand a dried cock to a merchant and expect him to pay for it! He has to know it came from a dwarf! And how could he know unless he sees the dwarf?
- Slaver: It will be a dwarf-sized cock.
- Tyrion Lannister: Guess again!
- Malko: The dwarf lives until we find a cock merchant.
- Lancel Lannister: Step carefully, Lord Baelish. You'll find there's little tolerance for flesh peddlers in the new King's Landing.
- Petyr 'Littlefinger' Baelish: We both peddle fantasies, Brother Lancel. Mine just happen to be entertaining.
- Bronn: Once we've got the princess, than what?
- Jaime Lannister: I like to improvise.
- Bronn: That explains the golden hand.
- Cersei Lannister: Well, if it isn't the famous tart-tongued Queen of Thorns.
- Olenna Tyrell: Well, if it isn't the famous tart Queen Cersei.
- Tyrion Lannister: You're an awful traveling companion, do you know that? Possibly the least charming man I've ever met.
- Jorah Mormont: I'm not your traveling companion.
- Tyrion Lannister: We are traveling together, in each other's company, therefore...
- Jorah Mormont: [interrupts] Do you ever shut up?
- Tyrion Lannister: I sailed from King's Landing to Pentos in a crate without ever saying a word!
- Jorah Mormont: Why?
- Tyrion Lannister: It never occured to you to ask why until now? You never wondered why Tyrion Lannister decided to visit a brothel in Volantis?
- Jorah Mormont: I'm sure you've visited many brothels in many cities.
- Tyrion Lannister: I killed my father. He wanted to execute me for a crime I didn't commit. And he was fucking the woman I loved.
- [Jaqen and Arya are in the Hall of Faces]
- Jaqen H'ghar: Is a girl ready... to give up her ears, her nose, her tongue? Her hopes and dreams, her loves and hates? All that makes a girl who she Is?
- [as Arya's finger strokes over the dead woman's face]
- Jaqen H'ghar: Forever? No. A girl is not ready to become no one. But she is ready to become someone else.
- [Myranda washes Sansa's hair]
- Myranda: You're so beautiful... but you need to keep him happy. Ramsay gets bored easily. You don't want to end up like... Well... like the others.
- Sansa Stark: What others?
- Myranda: I shouldn't gossip.
- [the black dye washes out of Sansa's hair]
- Myranda: Ah, it's good to see the red again. No point in hiding anymore.
- Sansa Stark: What others?
- Myranda: Let's see, there was... Kyra, the blacksmith's daughter. She was tall like you, lovely figure. But... she talked and talked and talked, and... Ramsay grew tired of that. Then there was Violet. She had gorgeous blonde hair. But...
- Myranda: [little scoff] ... she got pregnant. And, well, that was boring. Then... Tansy. Such a sweet girl. Of course... sweet girls get a bit... dull after a while, don't they? Ramsay let me come with him on that hunt.
- Sansa Stark: Hunt?
- Myranda: Mm. Have you ever seen a body... after the dogs had been at it? Not so pretty.
- Myranda: [chuckles] But, well, it's your wedding day. Why am I talking about such things?
- [Myranda continues washing Sansa's back]
- Sansa Stark: What was your name again?
- Myranda: Myranda.
- Sansa Stark: And how long have you loved him, Myranda?
- [no answer]
- Sansa Stark: Did you imagine that he would be with you forever, is that it? And I came along and ruined it. I'm Sansa Stark of Winterfell. This is my home... and you can't frighten me.
- Myranda: Are you done with your bath... my lady?
- Sansa Stark: Go. I can finish on my own.
- Trystane Martell: I'm going to ask him tomorrow.
- Myrcella Baratheon: What if he says no?
- Trystane Martell: He won't. We've waited long enough. I want you to be my wife. Now.
- Trystane Martell: [senses hesitation] What is it?
- Myrcella Baratheon: Do you want to marry me because our families arranged it? Or do you...
- [Myrecella's uncertainties gets smothered by a passionate kiss from Trystane. She stops him]
- Myrcella Baratheon: We... can't. Not yet.
- Trystane Martell: Why not?
- Myrcella Baratheon: You know why not. Someone will see.
- Trystane Martell: You are going to be my wife. I... am going to be your husband. We're allowed to walk through the gardens together.
- Myrcella Baratheon: How many other girls have you walked through these gardens?
- Trystane Martell: I like the way your eyes go squinty when you're jealous.
- Myrcella Baratheon: They do not go squinty. And you didn't answer the question.
- [as the wind howls outside, Sansa hears a knock on her door, and she opens it]
- Sansa Stark: What do you want?
- Myranda: Lord Ramsay sent me to draw your bath, my lady. You do want to be clean and fresh for your new husband, don't you?