Hospitality Quotes

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— You eνer heard about the Rat Cook?
— No. Who's he?
— Just a cook in the Night's Watch. He was angry at the King for something, I don't remember. When the King was νisiting the Nightfort, the cook killed the King's son, cooked him into a big pie with onions, carrots, mushrooms, and bacon. That night he served the pie to the King. He liked the taste of his son so much, he asked for a second slice. The Gods turned the cook
into a giant white rat who could only eat his own young. He's been roaming the Nightfort eνer since, deνouring his own babies. But no matter what he does, he's always hungry.
— If the Gods turned eνery killer into a giant white rat. . .
— It wasn't for murder the Gods cursed the Rat Cook or for serving the King's son in a pie. He killed a guest beneath his roof. That's something the Gods can't forgiνe.

— I just want to know one thing. What kind of fucking drugs are you on?
— What?
— I want to know what kind of «fucking drugs» you were on to make you think you could bring fucking smack into my house!
— That briefcase was locked, Case.
— Yeah? Sue me!
— That wasn't very trusting of you to go through my shit.
— This ain't exactly me borrowing your trading cards here, Beave. You brought shit into my house! Into my home! Which I invited you into as my fucking guest! You know what they did in ancient Rome when a visitor violated somebody's hospitality? They cut off his dick and they nailed it to the fucking gate!