You demanded a trial by combat.

Tyrion, son of Tywin!

- I demand a trial by combat. - [Laughter]

Taller by a foot than any man I've ever met,

and I'll give him sons with beautiful blond hair.

by one door or the other.

Lord Tyrion, you are accused of hiring a man to slay my son Bran in his bed,

My son will listen to whatever you have to say,

By what right dare you lay hands on my blood?

A crown for a king.

I once brought a jackass and a honeycomb into a brothel...

[Priestess chants] *Rakh! Rakh! Rakh haj!* A boy! A boy! A strong boy! [Dothraki chanting] *Rakh! Rakh! Rakh haj!* A boy! A boy! A strong boy!

If you're tried and found guilty, then by the king's own laws you will pay with your life.

[Dothraki chanting]*Rakh! Rakh! Rakh haj!* A boy! A boy! A strong boy!

[Chanting continues] *Rakh! Rakh! Rakh haj!* A boy! A boy! A strong boy!

[Chanting continues] *Rakh! Rakh! Rakh haj!* A boy! A boy! A strong boy!

[Chanting intensifies] *Rakh! Rakh! Rakh haj!* A boy! A boy! A strong boy!

''Rich as a Lannister''?

You're a smart man.

I am a Lannister.