I'm not questioning your honor, Lord Janos. I'm denying its existence.
I like the way you express yourself, too. Pithy, yet degenerate.
— You know, you shouldn't insult people that are bigger than you.
— Then I wouldn't get to insult anyone.
— 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.
I'm sorry, but were you dropped on your head as an infant? Or were you just born stupid?
— Did he offer you a deal?
— He did. I told him he could go ish kakhfe ai-'d dEIr-rugnu! Him and all his kin!
Perry was so wrong about you. You're not an idiotic, scalpel-toting, basketball-dribbling, blood-sugar-watching, idiotic man-boy...
— I trust you had a pleasant trip. Fascist.
— I beg your pardon?
— "System of Government characterised by extreme dictatorship." Seven across.
— Oh, I see. It's "fascism."
— Fascism. Wonderful.
Send this pestilent, traitorous, cow-hearted, yeasty codpiece to the brig.