— You are going to be my wife. I am going to be your husband. We're allowed to walk through the gardens together.
— How many other girls have you walked through these gardens?
— I like the way your eyes go squinty when you're jealous.
— They do not go squinty, and you didn't answer the question.
— A man called the Hound. Sandor Clegane. He tried to sell me, but was wounded in a fight. He begged me to kill him, but I wouldn't. I left him in the mountains to die. I wanted him to suffer. I hated him. I hated him. That's not a lie!
— A girl lies to me, to the Many-Faced God, to herself.
— Put the pen down, dear. We both know you're not writing anything.
— Ah, yes. The famously tart-tongued Queen of Thorns.
— And the famous tart, Queen Cersei.