Cersei Lannister: When we were young, Jaime and I, we looked so much alike, even our father couldn't tell us apart. I could never understand why they treated us differently. Jaime was taught to fight with sword and lance and mace, and I was taught to smile and sing and please. He was heir to Casterly Rock and I was sold to some stranger like a horse to be ridden whenever he desired.
Sansa Stark: You were Robert's queen.
Cersei Lannister: And you will be Joffrey's. Enjoy.
Shae: Some of those boys will never come back.
Sansa Stark: Joffrey will. The worst ones always live.
Bronn: Don't get killed.
Tyrion Lannister: Nor you, my friend.
Bronn: Oh, are we friends now?
Tyrion Lannister: Of course we are. Just because I pay you for your services doesn't diminish our friendship.
Bronn: Enhances it, really.
Tyrion Lannister: Oh, enhances? Fancy word for a sellsword.
Bronn: Been spending time with fancy folks.
Lord Varys: I've always hated the bells. They ring for horror--a dead king, a city under siege.
Tyrion Lannister: A wedding.
Lord Varys: Exactly.
Cersei Lannister: I should have been born a man. I'd rather face a thousand swords than be shut up inside with this flock of frightened hens.
Sansa Stark: They are your guests under your protection. You asked them here.
Cersei Lannister: It was expected of me, as it will be of you if you ever become Joffrey's queen. If my wretched brother should somehow prevail, these hens will return to their cocks and crow of how my courage inspired them, lifted their spirits.
Sansa Stark: And if the city should fall?
Cersei Lannister: You'd like that, wouldn't you? The Red Keep should hold for a time, long enough for me to go to the walls and yield to Lord Stannis in person. If it were anyone else outside those gates, I might have hoped for a private audience, but this is Stannis Baratheon. I'd have a better chance of seducing his horse. (pauses) Have I shocked you, little dove? Tears aren't a woman's only weapon. The best one's between your legs. Learn how to use it.
Sandor Clegane: (to the men he's leading to battle) Any man dies with a clean sword, I'll rape his fucking corpse!
Tyrion Lannister: (to his troops inside the Mud Gate with the enemy on the other side) Those are brave men knocking at our door. Let's go kill them.
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