Daenerys Targaryen: I don't want to be his queen. I want to go home.
Viserys Targaryen: So do I. I want us both to go home, but they took it from us. So, tell me, sweet sister, how do we go home?
Daenerys Targaryen: I don't know.
Viserys Targaryen: We go home with an army. With Khal Drogo's army. I would let his whole tribe fuck you, all 40,000 men and their horses too, if that's what it took.