I was there that day, when Sir Gregor crushed your lover's head. If I close my eyes, I can hear the sound of Oberyn's skull breaking
Grand Maester Pycelle made the same joke. You must be proud to be as funny as a man whose balls brush his knees
Your sister was a corpse and I was a living girl and he loved her more than me
What does it matter whose fault it is? Thousands of children will die if the city burns.