— Tyrion of the House Lannister, you stand accused by the Queen Regent of regicide. Did you kill King Joffrey?
— No.
— Did your wife, the Lady Sansa?
— Not that I know of.
— How would you say he died, then?
— Choked on his pigeon pie.
— So you would blame the bakers?
— Or the pigeons. Just leave me out of it.
And if you're looking at me
Like I'm the cause of you live in hell
Well take a look at yourself
— This is all your fault, Lian-Chu! It was your knuckleheaded plan to drown that dragon!
— But that was your plan.
— Don`t change the subject! I decided it`s your fault so it`s your fault! How can you argue with logic like that in the discussion?!
And what fucking line am I supposed to have crossed? How many fathers, right, how many sons, yeah, have you cut, killed, murdered, fucking butchered, innocent and guilty, to send straight to fucking hell, ain’t ya? Just like me!!! You fucking stand there, you judging me, stand there and talk to me about crossing some fucking “line”.
Unfounded accusations can destroy people's lives.
I'm only human I make mistakes
I'm only human that's all it takes
To put the blame on me
Don't put your blame on me.
I'm no prophet or messiah
Should go looking somewhere higher
I'm only human after all
I'm only human after all
Don't put the blame on me.
— You killed my son.
— Both of them.
Mary Crawford: — If Tom is not able to recover, Edmund will be the heir. Wealth and consequence could fall into hands no more deserving. I understand you think I should not say such things. But one must prepare oneself for every eventuality. It is the mark of an evolved individual. I advise that you, Sir Thomas, do not injure your cause by interference. Let things take their course. That may be a difficult thing, but although Tom, bless his heart, may not be strong enough for this world, the rest of us must be. I speak merely of what must be done, not what I feel.
Fanny Price: — You may wish to reconsider your eagerness for Tom's death.
Mary Crawford: — You may wish to reconsider your thinly-veiled anger towards me! If you'd accepted my brother, you'd be now on the point of marriage, and Henry would not be on terms with Mrs. Rushworth. It would have ended in a regular flirtation in meetings at Sotherton and Everingham. It could all be construed as your fault.
Edmund Bertram: — Your startling adaptability to my brother's possible demise sends a chill through my heart. A chill... You're cheerfully planning parties with his money! You shush my father like a dog at your table. You attack Fanny for following her own infallible guide on matters of the heart. All this has grievously convinced me that the person I've so dwelt on has been a creature of my own imagination! Not you, Miss Crawford... You are a stranger to me. I do not know you, and I'm sorry to say, I have no wish to.
They just keep knocking the crap out of me and waving a confession in my face and I keep spitting blood all over it and laughing at how many fresh copies they come up with then along comes this worm assitant district attorney who turns the recorder off and says if I don't sign their confession, they'll kill my mom I break his arm in places and I sign it. From then on, it's the circus everybody wants it to be. They nail me for the works. Not just the people I did kill but even Lucille and the girls that Roark and Kevin ate and even Goldie...
— It's Frank! He's appointed himself judge, jury and executioner!
— He's not Judge Judy and executioner.
— I believe you testified you backed away from Aaron Wharton.
— That's right.
— Which direction were you going?
— I always go backwards when I'm backing up.