Give him milk of the poppy.

Now, that takes time.

Perhaps it's time to go home.

[Robert] I should have spent more time with you,

We've plenty of time to get rid of Stannis,

[Speaks Dothraki] *Anha vidrik khalasares anni jim finaan nakhoe rhaesheser...* I will take my Khalasar west to where the world ends...

Chances are I won't be nearby the next time that happens.

You'd see death creeping towards you a few inches at a time.

The Dothraki do things in their own time, for their own reasons.

- without at least giving it time to breathe. - Do as he says.

You spend too much time worrying about what other people think of you.

By the time Robert dies, it will be too late for the both of us.