— Shemay not be the grandest ship in the world or the fastest, but she's mine. I've always wanted a ship. Now I want a dozen. Strange, isn't it?
— What is?
— It doesn't matter what we want, once we get it, then we want something else.
— Your sister has learned that your new friends the Tyrells are plotting to marry Sansa Stark to Ser Loras.
— Very well. She's a lovely girl. Missing some of Loras' favorite bits, but I'm sure they'll make do.
The people are hungry for more than just food. They crave distractions. And if we don't provide them, they'll create their own. And their distractions are likely to end with us being torn to pieces.