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so I'd patch them up.
(chuckles)
I know.
as it was in the earliest days of the Faith.
Hanging?
I'll only gut one of them.
My uncle will never surrender the castle, ser.
Man: Aye, ser.
I'm not running again. This is my family home.
I was better than you before you started yammering on about the Lord
in the company of the most famous dwarf in the city.
Your right hand holds the small of the lady's back like so.
(bells continue ringing)
And I'll launch him into Riverrun with a catapult.
(sighs)
(grunts)
He died fighting, my lord.
You're shit at dying, you know that?
Why don't you drink? Why don't either of you ever drink?
Well, that's a different sort of fighting.
You've got friends?
The Martell plucks the fly out and swallows it whole.
Open the gates.
(groans)
You can still help a lot more than you've harmed, Clegane.
Varys.
Fight no more, sweet child.
It's funnier in Westeros.
Oh. - An hour in the morning, an hour at night.
Tommen: Lords and ladies,
Yes, Lady Brienne?
Not so long ago, this city was ready to devour itself.
It's the Brotherhood's good name they've dragged through the dirt.
(laughing)
Good and bad, young and old,
Take your middle finger, yeah,
No, no, no.
- She's training me to fight. - Is she?
The love she had for her children,
Spit it out.
The Starks and the Lannisters, I thought these were enemies.