A Lannister Always Pays His Debts.

The Gods Made The Earth For All Men T' Share. Only When The Kings Come With Their Crowns And Steel Swords, They Claimed It Was All Theirs. "my Trees," They Said, "you Can't Eat Them Apples. My Stream, You Can't Fish Here. My Wood, You're Not T' Hunt. My Earth, My Water, My Castle, My Daughter, Keep Your Hands Away Or I'll Chop 'em Off, But Maybe If You Kneel T' Me I'll Let You Have A Sniff." You Call Us Thieves, But At Least A Thief Has T' Be Brave And Clever And Quick. A Kneeler Only Has T' Kneel.

The Apples Stewed With Prunes Are Excellent, Except For The Prunes, I Won't Eat Prunes Myself. Well, There Was One Time When Hobb Chopped Them Up With Chesnuts And Carrots And Hid Them In A Hen. Never Trust A Cook, My Lord. They'll Prune You When You Least Expect It.

The City?" Tyrion Was Lost. "what City Would That Be?" "king's Landing. I Am Sending You To Court." It Was The Last Thing Tyrion Lannister Would Ever Have Anticipated. He Reached For His Wine, Considered For A Moment As He Sipped. "and What Am I To Do There?" "rule," His Father Said Curtly.

If He Must Be Alone, He Would Make Solitude His Armor.

Death, There Will Be Death, Aye. Your Lordship Lost A Son At The Red Wedding. I Lost Four Upon The Blackwater. And Why? Because The Lannisters Stole The Throne. Go To King’s Landing And Look On Tommen With Your Own Eyes, If You Doubt Me. A Blind Man Could See It. What Does Stannis Offer You? Vengeance. Vengeance For My Sons And Yours, For Your Husbands And Your Fathers And Your Brothers. Vengeance For Your Murdered Lord, Your Murdered King, Your Butchered Princes. Vengeance!