— What's wrong with you?
— I'm miserable.
— You should go get something to eat.
— Do you like it Nana?
— Another golden rose. How original. I eat from plates stamped with roses. I sleep in sheets embroidered with roses. I have a golden rose painted on my chamber pot, as if that makes it smell any better. Roses are boring, dear. "Growing strong.“ The dullest words of any house. "Winter is coming!" Now that's memorable. "We do not sow." Strong Strong. Those are houses you watch out for. Direwolwes and krakens, fierce beasts. But a golden rose growing strong, that strikes fear in the heart.
— You seduced me and you used me. I was innocent of the ways of men.
— You demonstrated a lot of technique for someone I supposedly corrupted.
— It’s the quality of one’s conviction that determines success, not the number of one’s followers.
— Who said that?
— Me.
— You’re amazing, you are.
— Always the tone of surprise.
— What sort of case?
— Too big and dangerous for any sane individual to get involved in.
— Yo trying to put me off?
— God, no. Trying to recruit you.
Narrator: Tyler, you are by far the most interesting single-serving friend I've ever met. ... See, I have this thing: everything on a plane is single-serving...
Tyler Durden: Oh, I get it. It's very clever.
Narrator: Thank you.
Tyler Durden: How's that working out for you?
Narrator: What?
Tyler Durden: Being clever.
Narrator: ... Great.