Top 100 Quotes From Cersei Lannister

Tycho: We don't make bets. We invest in endeavors we deem likely to be successful.
Cersei: A fancy way of saying "bet".

- A hook would be more practical.
- Elegant, I think.
Cersei: Thank you for your help with the other matter.
Qyburn: The symptoms have abated?
- Gone completely.
- I am in your debt, maester beurn.
- Not a maester, your grace, but happy to help whenever I can.

Cersei: You're missing your tournament.
Eddard: Putting my name on it doesn't make it mine.
Cersei: I thought we might put what happened on the Kingsroad behind us; the ugliness with the wolves. And forcing you to kill the beast was extreme. Though sometimes we go to extremes where our children are concerned. How is Sansa?
Eddard: She likes it here.
Cersei: She's the only Stark who does.

Eddard: What is the meaning of this? Why was my daughter not brought to me at once?
Cersei: How dare you speak to your king in that manner?
Robert: Quiet, woman. Sorry, Ned. I never meant to frighten the girl. But we need to get this business done quickly.
Cersei: Your girl and that butcher's boy attacked my son. That animal of hers nearly tore his arm off.
Arya: That's not true! She just... bit him a little. He was hurting Mycah.
Cersei: Joff told us what happened. You and that boy beat him with clubs while you set your wolf on him.
Arya: That's not what happened!
Joffrey: Yes, it is! They all attacked me and she threw my sword in the river.
Arya: Liar!
Joffrey: Shut up!
Robert: Enough! He tells me one thing, she tells me another. Seven hells! What am I to make of this?

[Tyrion and Cersei are discussing Renly's mysterious death]
Cersei: Killed? By whom?
Tyrion: Accounts differ. Most seem to implicate Catelyn Stark in some way.
Cersei: Really? Who'd have thought?
Tyrion: Some say it was one of his own Kingsguard, while still others say it was Stannis himself who did it after negotiations went sour.
Cersei: Whomever did it, I say well done.
Tyrion: That's not what Varys says. He says Renly's army is flocking to support Stannis, which would give Stannis superiority over us on both land and sea.
Cersei: Littlefinger says we can outspend him three-to-one.
Tyrion: And I say Father raised you to have too much respect for money.

Cersei: [to Tyrion, as Myrcella is sent away in a boat] One day I pray you love someone. I pray you love her so much, when you close your eyes, you see her face. I want that for you. I want you to know what it's like to love someone, truly love someone, before I take her from you.

Cersei: Uncle Kevan, in light of your position as commander of the Lannister armies, it would please the king for you to serve as his Master of War. No man living better deserves the title.
Kevan: That is kind of you to say. I would like to hear it from the king himself.
Cersei: The king is very busy at this moment.
Kevan: He should be here, learning what it means to rule.
Cersei: He is learning. On this occasion, in his capacity as ruler, he has asked me to speak on his behalf.
Kevan: I returned to the capital to pay my respect to my brother, and to you, and to serve the king. I did not return to the capital to serve as your puppet, to watch you stack the Small Council with sycophants. Sending your own brother away so you may...
Cersei: My brother has left the capital to lead a sensitive diplomatic mission.
Kevan: What mission?
Cersei: That is not your concern as Master of War.
Kevan: I do not recognize your authority to dictate what is and what is not my concern. You are the queen mother. Nothing more.
Cersei: You would abandon your king in his time of need?
Kevan: If he wants to send for me, I will be waiting for him... at Casterly Rock.

Cersei: When Aerys Targaryen sat on the Iron Throne, your father was a rebel and a traitor. Someday, you'll sit on the throne, and the truth will be what you make it.
Joffrey: [about Sansa] Do I have to marry her?
Cersei: Yes, she's very beautiful, and young... and if you don't like her, you only need to see her on formal occasions, and when the time comes, to make little princes and princesses... and if you'd rather fuck painted whores, you'll fuck painted whores. And if you'd rather lie with noble virgins, so be it. You are my darling boy, and the world will be exactly as you want it to be.

Jaime: Even Lannisters can't survive without allies. Where are our allies now? You saw what happened to Walder Frey and his family.
Cersei: I heard. How could we ever trust a man like that?
Jaime: We couldn't. He was a useless old coward, but the Freys supported us. Now they're all dead. Whoever killed them is no friend of ours. We need allies. Stronger, better allies. We can't win this war alone.
Cersei: You think I listened to father for forty years and learned nothing?

Jaime: As your brother, I feel it's my duty to warn you: you worry too much. It's starting to show.
Cersei: And you never worry about anything. When we were seven and you jumped off the cliffs at Casterly Rock, 100-foot drop into the water, and you were never afraid.
Jaime: There was nothing to be afraid of until you told Father.

Tyrion: The charms of the North seem entirely lost on you.
Cersei: I still can't believe you're going. It's ridiculous, even for you.
Tyrion: Where's your sense of wonder? The greatest structure ever built, the intrepid men of the Night's Watch, the wintry abode of the White Walkers.
Jaime: Tell me you're not thinking of taking the black.
Tyrion: And go celibate? The whores would go begging from Dorne to Casterly Rock. No, I just want to stand on top of the wall and piss off the edge of the world.

Robert: Now, child... tell me what happened. Tell it to all and tell it true. It's a great crime to lie to a king.
Sansa: I don't know. I don't remember. Everything happened so fast. I didn't see.
Arya: [grabbing her by the hair] Liar! Liar, liar, liar!
Eddard: Hey, stop it! That's enough of that.
Arya: Liar, liar, liar!
Eddard: [pulling them apart] Stop! Arya!
Cersei: She's as wild as that animal of hers. I want her punished.
Robert: What would you have me do, whip her through the streets? Damn it, children fight. It's over.

Cersei: A good king knows when to save his strength and when to destroy his enemies.

[Tyrion and Cersei are watching Sansa talking to Ser Loras]
Tyrion: I don't suppose there is anything we can do about this?
Cersei: We can have them both killed.
Tyrion: It's hard to say which of the four of us is getting the worst of the arrangement. Probably Sansa. Though Loras will certainly come to know a deep and singular misery.
Cersei: Father doesn't discriminate.

Cersei: Confess? To the High Sparrow? I won't! I made him. I rose him up from nothing. I will not kneel in front of some barefooted commoner and beg his forgiveness.

Tyrion: How long does it go on?
Cersei: Until we've dealt with all our enemies.
Tyrion: Every time we deal with an enemy, we create two more.
Cersei: Then I suppose it will go on for quite a long time.

Cersei: If the Mad King's daughter takes the Iron Throne, she'll destroy the Realm as we know it. Some of you are bannermen of House Tyrell, but House Tyrell is in open rebellion against the crown. With their help, the Mad King's daughter has ferried an army of savages to our shores: mindless Unsullied soldiers who will destroy your castles and your holdfasts; Dothraki heathens, who will burn your villages to the ground, rape and enslave your women and butcher your children without a second thought. This is how Olenna Tyrell rewards centuries of service and loyalty.
[the people murmur]
Cersei: You will remember the Mad King. You remember the horrors he inflicted upon his people. His daughter is no different. In Essos, her brutality is already legendary. She crucified hundreds of noble men in Slaver's Bay, and when she grew bored of that, she fed them to her dragons.
[the people murmur]
Cersei: It is my solemn duty to protect the people and I will, but I need your help, my lords. We must stand together. All of us, if we hope to stop her.

Cersei: You're a clever man. But you're not half as clever as you think you are.
Tyrion: Still makes me more clever than you.

Cersei: My armies will not stand down. I will not pull them back from the Capital. I will march them North to fight alongside you in the Great War. The darkness is coming for us all. We will face it together.

Cersei: Dead men, dragons, and dragon queens... whatever stands in our way, we will defeat it.

Cersei: [after The Mountain had slaughtered one of the Faith Militant that had come to escort her to the High Septon] Please tell His Holiness he's always welcome to visit.
[Lancel looks on aghast at the gory remains]

Jaime: You plotted with Euron Greyjoy without telling me, the commander of your armies?
Cersei: And you conspired with Tyrion, the man who murdered our father, without telling me, your queen.
Jaime: I didn't conspire with him.
Cersei: [snaps] You met with him in secret without my consent, you planned to promote my enemies' interests. THAT is the definition of conspiracy.
Jaime: I pledged to ride north. I intend to honor that pledge.
Cersei: And that will be treason.
Jaime: [incredulously] Treason?
Cersei: Disobeying your queen's command, fighting with her enemies, what would you call it?
Jaime: Doesn't matter what I'd call it.
[He starts to walk away, but Ser Gregor Clegane bars his path]
Cersei: I told you no one walks away from me.
Jaime: [incredulously] Are you going to order him to kill me? I'm the only one you have left. Our children are gone, our father is gone; it's just me and you now.
Cersei: [referring to her unborn child] There's one more yet to come.
Jaime: Give the order, then.
[Cersei nods her head. Ser Gregor draws his sword, but does not attack]
Jaime: [shakes his head] I don't believe you.
[Jaime turns his back on Cersei and storms out of the room, leaving her alone with Ser Gregor]

Tyrion: It's just you, me, and Joffrey. The Lord of the Seven Kingdoms and Protector of the Realm.
Cersei: I'm sure you'll make a point eventually.
Tyrion: He needs to start acting like a king. This war you started is coming to our doorstep. And if the entire city wants Joffrey dead...
Cersei: I'm not the one giving the boy whores to abuse.
Tyrion: I thought the girls might help him.
Cersei: Did you?
Tyrion: I was wrong!

Cersei: I am the queen of the seven kingdoms,
- I'll do as I please.
- Forgive me, your grace.
- The visitor from braavos has arrived.
- Good. And we'll need fresh sheets for the bed.
- At once, your grace.

Cersei: I took you for a King!
Robert: Hold your tongue!
Cersei: [contemptuously] He attacked one of my brothers and abducted the other. I should wear the armor, and you the gown.
[Robert slaps Cersei, leaving a red mark]
Cersei: I shall wear this like a badge of honor.
Robert: Wear it in silence or I'll honor you again!

- Do former slaves, or Dothraki, or dragons?
- Your father's daughter, indeed.
Cersei: Give me a fortnight.
- Stay in king's landing as my honored guest.
- And when you return to braavos,
- I swear to you, my debt will be paid in full.

Jaime: [Myrcella's necklace sent to them mounted on the neck of a serpent] It's a threat.
Cersei: Of course it's a threat! Our daughter's alone in Dorne surrounded by people who hate our family.
[mocking: ]
Cersei: "It's a threat."
Jaime: No note?
Cersei: They blame us for the death of Oberyn and his sister and every other tragedy that's befallen their cursed country.
[rises in fury]
Cersei: I will burn their cities to the ground if they touch her!
Jaime: Softer.
Cersei: What?
Jaime: [whispers] Not so loud.
Cersei: Our daughter's in danger, and you're worried I'm speaking too loudly?
Jaime: [whispers] The world can't know she's our daughter.
Cersei: Then don't call her your daughter. You've never been a father to her.
Jaime: If I were a father to any of my children, they'd be stoned in the street.
Cersei: And what has your caution brought? Our oldest child murdered at his own wedding. Our only daughter shipped off to Dorne. Our baby boy set to marry that smirking whore from Highgarden!

[Tywin and Cersei are strolling through the wedding feast]
Tywin: You're in rather a good mood.
Cersei: I suppose I am.
Tywin: I won't ask why.
Cersei: Small pleasures.
[Oberyn and Ellaria walk past]
Oberyn: Your Grace! Lord Tywin!
Tywin: Prince Oberyn.
Oberyn: I don't believe you have met Ellaria. This is the Lord Hand, Tywin Lannister, and Cersei Lannister, the Queen Regent. I suppose it is "former Queen Regent" now. Lord Hand, Lady Cersei... Ellaria Sand.
Ellaria: My lord. My lady.
Tywin: Charmed.
Cersei: Can't say I've ever met a Sand before.
[awkward silence]
Ellaria: We are everywhere in Dorne. I have ten thousand brothers and sisters.
Oberyn: Bastards are born of passion, aren't they? We don't despise them in Dorne.
Cersei: No? How tolerant of you.
Oberyn: I expect it is a relief, Lady Cersei, giving up your regal responsibilities. Wearing the crown for so many years must have left your neck a bit crooked.
Cersei: I suppose you'll never know, Prince Oberyn. It's a shame your older brother couldn't attend the wedding.
Tywin: Please give him my regards. With any luck, the gout will abate with time and he'll be able to walk again.
Oberyn: They call it a rich man's disease. A wonder you don't have it.
Tywin: Noblemen in my part of the country don't enjoy the same lifestyle as our counterparts in Dorne.
Oberyn: People everywhere have their differences. In some places, the highborn frown upon those of low birth. In other places, the rape and murder of women and children is considered distasteful. What a fortunate thing for you, former Queen Regent, that your daughter Myrcella has been sent to live in a latter sort of place.

[at Joffrey's wedding, Pycelle is making a pass at a servant girl. Cersei approaches them]
Grand: No, no, no. Come to my chambers and I will examine you personally.
Cersei: [interrupts] She'll do no such thing.
Grand: [to Cersei] Oh, Your Grace. This young lady sought my advice on a rather, uh...
Cersei: [to the girl] Just see Qyburn, he's quite good.
[the girl leaves]
Grand: Qyburn? Deplorable man. Brought shame on the Citadel with his repugnant experiments...
Cersei: More repugnant than your gnarled fingers on that girl's thighs?
Grand: Your Grace, I am a man of learning...
Cersei: My little brother had you sent to the black cells when you annoyed him. What do you think I could do to you if you annoyed me?
Grand: I never meant to annoy anyone...
Cersei: But you ARE. You're annoying me right now. Every breath you draw in my presence annoys me. So here's what I want you to do. I want you to leave my presence. Leave this wedding right now, go to the kitchens, and instruct them that all the leftovers from the feast will be brought to the kennels.
Grand: Your Grace, uh, Queen Margaery said they were to be...
Cersei: The QUEEN is telling you the leftovers will feed the dogs... or you will.
[Pycelle leaves; Cersei waits until he is gone, smiles, and walks away]

Cersei: [to Septa Unella] Confess. It felt good - beating me, starving me... frightening me, humiliating me. You didn't do it because you cared about my atonement. You did it because it felt good. I understand. I do things because they feel good. I drink because it feels good. I killed my husband because it felt good to be rid of him. I fuck my brother because it feels good to feel him inside me. I lie about fucking my brother because it feels good to keep our son safe from hateful hypocrites. I killed your High Sparrow and all his little sparrows, all his septons, all his septas, all his filthy soldiers, because it felt good to watch them burn.

[Sansa is dining with Cersei, Myrcella and Tommen]
Tommen: Is Joffrey going to kill Sansa's brother?
Cersei: He might. Would you like that?
Tommen: No. I don't think so.

Joffrey: [Cersei tends to his wound] It's ugly.
Cersei: A king should have scars. You fought off a direwolf. You're a warrior like your father.
Joffrey: I'm not like him. I didn't fight off anything. It bit me and all I did was scream. And the two Stark girls saw it, both of them.
Cersei: That's not true. You killed the beast. You only spared the girl because of the love your father bears her father.

Lord: Your father has proven to be an awful traitor, dear.
Grand: King Robert's body was still warm when Lord Eddard began plotting to steal Joffrey's throne.
Sansa: [voice quivering] He wouldn't do that. He knows how much I love Joffrey. He wouldn't. Please, Your Grace, there's been a mistake. Send for my father, he'll tell you. The King was his friend.
Cersei: Sansa, sweetling, you're innocent of any wrong. We know that. Yet you're the daughter of a traitor. How can I allow you to marry my son?
Grand: A child born of a traitor's seed is no fit consort for a King. She's a sweet thing now, Your Grace, but in ten years, who knows what treason she may hatch?
Sansa: No, I'm not. I'll be a good wife to him, you'll see. I'll be a Queen just like you, I promise. I won't hatch anything.
Petyr: The girl is innocent, Your Grace. She should be given a chance to prove her loyalty.
Cersei: [sighs] Little dove, you must write to Lady Catelyn and your brother, the eldest, what's his name...?
Sansa: Robb.
Cersei: Word of your father's arrest will reach him soon, no doubt. Best it comes from you. If you would help your father, urge your brother to keep the King's peace. Tell him to come to King's Landing and swear his fealty to Joffrey.
Sansa: If... if I could see my father, talk to him about...
[Cersei looks at Sansa icily, and she swallows her words]
Cersei: You disappoint me, child. We've told you of your father's treason. Why would you want to speak to a traitor?
Sansa: I only meant that... what will happen to him?
Cersei: That depends.
Sansa: On...? On what?
Cersei: On your brother. And on you.
[Cersei hands Sansa the quill]

Robert: [after Arya is accused of an unprovoked attack on Joffrey] Ned, see to it that your daughter is disciplined. I'll do the same with my son.
Eddard: Gladly, Your Grace.
Cersei: And what of the direwolf? What of the beast that savaged your son?
Robert: I'd forgot the damned wolf.
Jaime: We found no trace of the direwolf, Your Grace.
Robert: No? So be it.
Cersei: We have another wolf.
Robert: As you will.
Eddard: You can't mean it.
Robert: A direwolf's no pet. Get her a dog. She'll be happier for it.
Sansa: He doesn't mean Lady, does he? No, no, not Lady! Lady didn't bite anyone! She's good!
Arya: Lady wasn't there! You leave her alone!
Sansa: [to Ned] Stop them. Don't let them do it. Please, please, it wasn't Lady!
Eddard: Is this your command, Your Grace?
Cersei: [Robert leaves without answering] Where is the beast?
Jaime: Chained up outside, Your Grace.
Cersei: Ser Ilyn, do me the honor.
Eddard: No. Jory... take the girls to their rooms. If it must be done, then I'll do it myself.
Cersei: Is this some trick?
Eddard: The wolf is of the North. She deserves better than a butcher.

Jaime: I just saw the Dothraki fight. They'll beat any mercenary army, they'll beat any army I've ever seen. Killing our men wasn't war for them, it was sport. Her dragon burned a thousand wagons. Qyburn's scorpion fired bolts bigger than you. They couldn't stop it. And she has three of them! This isn't a war we can win.
Cersei: [sarcastically] So what do we do? Sue for peace? I sit on her father's throne, a father you betrayed and murdered, and in her mind, she's winning. What sort of offer do you think she'd make? Maybe we can count on Tyrion to intercede on our behalf, by way of apology for murdering our father and son.
Jaime: He didn't.
Cersei: You saw the crossbow, you saw his body.
Jaime: I'm not talking about Father. Tyrion didn't kill Joffrey, he had nothing to do with it.
Cersei: After all this time, it still amazes me that you...
Jaime: It was Olenna. She confessed before she died.
Cersei: And this was before or after she drank the poison you so kindly provided her?
Jaime: After.
Cersei: And you believed her?
Jaime: If you were Olenna, would you rather have seen your granddaughter married to Joffrey or Tommen? Which one would Margaery have been better able to control? Which one would have made Olenna the true ruler of the seven kingdoms? She was telling the truth.
Cersei: [angry] I shouldn't have listened to you. She should've died screaming.
Jaime: She's dead. Like her son, her grandchildren, her whole house. And if we don't find a way out of this war, we'll follow them.
Cersei: So we fight and die, or we submit and die. I know my choice. A soldier should know his.

Cersei: You want to be Hand of the King? You want to rule? This is what ruling is; lying on a bed of weeds, ripping them out by the root, one by one, before they strangle you in your sleep!
Tyrion: I'm no king, but I think there's more to ruling than that.
Cersei: I don't care what you think! You've never taken it seriously; you haven't, Jaime hasn't! It's all fallen on me.
Tyrion: As has Jaime repeatedly, according to Stannis Baratheon.
Cersei: You're funny. You've always been funny, but none of your jokes will match the first one, will they? Do you remember, back when you ripped my mother open on your way out of her and she bled to death?
Tyrion: She was my mother too.
Cersei: Mother gone, for the sake of you. There's no bigger joke in the world than that.

Robert: So here we sit, seventeen years later, holding it all together. Don't you get tired?
Cersei: Every day.
Robert: How long can hate hold a thing together?
Cersei: Seventeen years is quite a long time.
Robert: Yes, it is.
Cersei: Yes, it is.
[they drink from their cups]
Cersei: What was she like?
Robert: [slightly puzzled] You've never asked about her, not once. Why now?
Cersei: At first, just saying her name even in private felt like I was breathing life back into her. I thought if I didn't talk about her, she'd just fade away for you. When I realized that wasn't going to happen, I refused to ask out of spite. I didn't want to give you the satisfaction of thinking I cared enough to ask. And eventually it became clear that my spite didn't mean anything to you. As far as I could tell, you actually enjoyed it.
Robert: So why now?
Cersei: What harm could Lyanna Stark's ghost do to either of us that we haven't done to each other a hundred times over?
Robert: [leans forward] You want to know the horrible truth? I can't even remember what she looked like. I only know she was the one thing I ever wanted... someone took her away from me, and seven kingdoms couldn't fill the hole she left behind.
Cersei: I felt something for you once, you know?
Robert: [lowers his gaze] I know.
Cersei: Even after we lost our first boy. For quite a while, actually. Was it ever possible for us? Was there ever a time, ever a moment?
Robert: [hesitates before answering] No.
[Cersei drinks from her cup]
Robert: Does that make you feel better or worse?
Cersei: It doesn't make me feel anything.
[Cersei places her cup on the table, stands and leaves]

Jaime: This isn't about noble houses. This is about the living and the dead.
Cersei: And I intend to stay amongst the living.

Cersei: Ser Gregor.
- Welcome to the capital.
- Thank you for riding here so quickly.
- You seem to be in good form.
- Who am I fighting?
- Does it matter?

Grand: [reads the day's proclamations in court] Lastly, in these times of treason and turmoil, it is the view of the council that the life and safety of King Joffrey be of paramount importance.
Cersei: Ser Barristan Selmy.
Barristan: [steps forward and kneels] Your Grace. I am yours to command.
Cersei: Rise, Ser Barristan. You may remove your helm.
[Selmy does so]
Cersei: You have served the realm long and faithfully. Every man and woman in the Seven Kingdoms owes you thanks. But it is time to put aside your armor and your sword. It is time to rest and look back with pride on your many years of service.
Barristan: Your Grace, the Kingsguard is a sworn brotherhood. Our vows are taken for life. Only death relieves us of our sacred trust.
Cersei: Whose death, Ser Barristan? Yours or your king's?
Joffrey: You let my father die. You're too old to protect anybody.
Barristan: Your Grace...
Cersei: The council has determined that Ser Jaime Lannister will take your place as Lord Commander of the Kingsguard.
Barristan: The man who profaned his blade with the blood of the king he had sworn to defend!
Cersei: Careful, ser!
Lord: We have nothing but gratitude for your long service, good ser. You shall be given a stout keep beside the sea, with servants to look after your every need.
Barristan: A hall to die in, and men to bury me.
[Selmy angrily removes his armor and throws it on the ground]
Barristan: I am a knight! I shall die a knight!
Petyr: A naked knight, apparently.
[the court laughs, except Sansa who feels sorry for the veteran knight. The crowd suddenly falls into silence as Ser Barristan draws his sword. The other Kingsguard knights draw their swords too]
Barristan: [to the other knights of the Kingsguard] Even now, I could cut through the five of you like carving a cake!
[pause]
Barristan: Here, boy!
[Selmy defiantly throws the sword down at the foot of the Iron Throne]
Barristan: Melt it down and add it to the others!
[Selmy stalks out of the courtroom. No one dares to stop him]

Myrcella: When will Joffrey and Sansa be married?
Cersei: Soon, darling, when the war is over.
Myrcella: [to preoccupied Sansa] Mother says I'll have a new gown for the ceremony, and another for the feast. But yours will be ivory... since you're the bride.
[Sansa does not answer]
Cersei: The princess just spoke to you.
Sansa: Pardon, Your Grace. I'm sure your dress will be beautiful, Myrcella. I'm counting the days till the fighting is done and I can pledge my love to Joffrey in sight of the gods.
Tommen: Is Joffrey going to kill Sansa's brother?
Cersei: He might. Would you like that?
Tommen: I don't think so.
Cersei: Even if he does, Sansa will do her duty. Won't you, little dove?

Cersei: Why did Catelyn Stark set you free?
Jaime: What?
Cersei: I've been wondering for months. Ever since that great cow brought you back to the capital. Why did she set you free?
Jaime: You know why. She'd hoped I'd send her daughters back to her.
Cersei: [approaches Jaime] She hoped or did you promise?
Jaime: I swore by all the gods that if her daughters were alive, I'd return them to her.
Cersei: [scornfully] So you made a sacred vow to the enemy.
Jaime: I wanted to get back to you. Should I have told her to fuck off?
Cersei: [smirks] You didn't mean it, then? You have no loyalty to Catelyn Stark?
Jaime: Catelyn Stark's dead.

Qyburn: [about Jaime's steel hand] A work of art. The craftsmanship is excellent.
Jaime: You like it so much, you're welcome to chop off your own hand and take it.
Cersei: You're such an ingrate. I spent days with the goldsmith getting the details just right.
Jaime: Days?
[pause]
Cersei: Better part of an afternoon.

Cersei: [to Sansa] Do you have any notion of what happens when a city is sacked? No, you wouldn't, would you? If the city falls, these fine women should be in for a bit of a rape. Half of them will have bastards in their bellies come the morning. You'll be glad of your red flower then. When a man's blood is up, anything with tits looks good. A precious thing like you will look very, very good. A slice of cake just waiting to be eaten.

Tyrion: You have children. How happy would you say you are?
Cersei: Not very. But if it weren't for my children, I would have thrown myself from the highest tower in the Red Keep. They're the reason I'm alive.
Tyrion: Even Joffrey?
Cersei: Even Joffrey.

Cersei: [Oberyn assures that Marcylla is safe] I want to believe that. I want to believe that she's happy.
Oberyn: You have my word. We don't hurt little girls in Dorne.
Cersei: Everywhere in the world, they hurt little girls.

Jaime: I think we can outfox a ten year old.
Cersei: And my husband?
Jaime: I'll go to war with him if I have to... they can write a ballad about us, "The War for Cersei's Cunt!"
[Cersei slaps Jaime. He chuckles, and she tries to slap him again, but he grabs her arm and holds her from behind, firmly but gently]
Cersei: Let me go...
Jaime: Never.
Cersei: Let me go...
Jaime: [whispers reassuringly in Cersei's ear] The boy won't talk. And if he does, I'll kill him, Ned Stark, the king, the whole bloody lot of them until you and I are the only people left in this world.
[Cersei and Jaime quietly sink into a loving embrace]

Cersei: [to her jailer] Look at me! Look at my face! It's the last thing you'll see before you die.

Cersei: [to Jaime] Tyrion may be a monster, but at least he killed our father on purpose. You killed him by mistake with stupidity.

Tyrion: Stannis Baratheon is coming for us, sooner rather than later.
Cersei: Aren't there other things you should be doing, like sealing my daughter in a crate so you can ship her away?
Tyrion: She'll be safer in Dorne.
Cersei: Yes, I know how "concerned" you are for her safety.
Tyrion: It so happens that I am. Myrcella is a sweet, innocent girl, and I don't blame her at all for you.
Cersei: So clever. Aren't you? Always so clever with your schemes and your plots.
Tyrion: Schemes and plots are the same thing.

Tyrion: Why do you care what I want from him?
Cersei: Because you've slandered me to Father before.
Tyrion: Slandered? When?
Cersei: You told him I made my guards beat that servant girl at Casterly Rock.
Tyrion: You did have your guards beat her. A girl of nine, I believe.
Cersei: I was nine, too.
Tyrion: She lost an eye, if I remember correctly.
Cersei: If I remember correctly, she never stole a necklace again.
[snickers]
Tyrion: It's not slander if it's true.

Cersei: You're insolent. I've executed men for less.
Euron: They were lesser men.

Cersei: Tears aren't a woman's only weapon. The best one's between your legs.

Cersei: [to Margaery] If you ever call me sister again, I'll have you strangled in your sleep.

[Cersei discovers that Tyrion wants to send Myrcella to the Martells]
Cersei: You monster! Myrcella is my only daughter. Do you really think I will let you sell her like a common whore?
Tyrion: Myrcella is a princess. Some would say she was born for this.
Cersei: I will not let you ship her of to Dorne as I was shipped off to Robert Baratheon.
Tyrion: Dorne is the safest place for her.
Cersei: Are you mad? The Martells loathe us.
Tyrion: That's why we need to seduce them. We're going to need their support in the war your son started.
Cersei: She'll be a hostage.
Tyrion: A guest.
Cersei: You won't get away with this. You think the piece of paper Father gave you keeps you safe? Ned Stark had a piece of paper, too.

Petyr: Prominent families often forget a simple truth, I've found.
Cersei: And what truth is that?
Petyr: Knowledge is power.
[pause]
Cersei: [to her guards] Seize him.
[the guards grab Littlefinger]
Cersei: Cut his throat.
[a guard draws a knife to Littlefinger's throat]
Cersei: Stop. Wait. I've changed my mind. Let him go.
[the guards unhand Littlefinger]
Cersei: Step back three paces. Turn around. Close your eyes.
[the guards do as told. Cersei steps up to Littlefinger]
Cersei: Power... is power.

[Robert sits alone, drinking. Cersei enters]
Cersei: [teasing] I'm sorry your marriage to Ned Stark didn't work out. You seemed so good together.
Robert: [dryly] I'm glad I could do something to make you happy.
Cersei: Without a Hand, everything will fall to pieces.
Robert: I suppose this is where you tell me to give the job to your brother Jaime.
Cersei: He's not serious enough. I'll say this for Ned Stark: he's serious enough. Was it really worth it? Losing him this way?
[Robert places the cup on the table and stands]
Robert: I don't know. But I do know this: If the Targaryen girl convinces her horselord husband to invade and the Dothraki horde crosses the Narrow Sea... we won't be able to stop them.
Cersei: The Dothraki don't sail. Every child knows that. They don't have discipline, they don't have armor, they don't have siege weapons.
Robert: It's a neat little trick you do: you move your lips, and your father's voice comes out.
Cersei: Is my father wrong?
Robert: Let's say Viserys Targaryen lands with 40,000 Dothraki screamers at his back. We hole up in our castles. A wise move. Only a fool would meet the Dothraki in an open field. They leave us in our castles. They go from town to town, looting and burning, killing every man who can't hide behind a stone wall, stealing all our crops and livestock, enslaving all our women and children. How long do the people of the Seven Kingdoms stand behind their absentee king, their cowardly king hiding behind high walls? When do the people decide that Viserys Targaryen is the rightful monarch after all?
Cersei: [pours herself wine and sits] We still outnumber them.
Robert: Which is the bigger number, five or one?
Cersei: Five.
Robert: [holds up his left fingers] Five...
Robert: [clutches his right fist] ... one. One army, a real army, united behind one leader with one purpose. Our purpose died with the Mad King.
[Robert pours himself wine]
Robert: Now we've got as many armies as there are men with gold in their purse, and everybody wants something different: your father wants to own the world. Ned Stark wants to run away and bury his head in the snow.
Cersei: What do you want?
Robert: [drinks and sits] We haven't had a real fight in nine years. Back-stabbing doesn't prepare you for a fight. And that's all the realm is now: back-stabbing and scheming and arse-licking and money-rubbing. Sometimes I don't know what holds it together.
Cersei: Our marriage.
[Robert stares at Cersei, then bursts out laughing. Cersei joins his laughter]

Cersei: A good king knows when to save his strength... and when to destroy his enemies.
Joffrey: So you agree? The Starks are our enemies.
Cersei: Everyone who isn't us... is an enemy.

Davos: Perhaps there's some arrangement?
- Arrangement?
- You gonna arrange to pay us more than queen Cersei...
- This is gendry.
- He'll do.
- Go, go, go.
Qyburn: I could give you something.
Cersei: That won't be necessary.

Cersei: Do something nice for the Stark girl.
Joffrey: I don't want to.
Cersei: No, but you will. The occasional kindness will spare you all sorts of trouble down the road.
Joffrey: We allow the northerners too much power. They consider themselves our equals.
Cersei: How would you handle them?
Joffrey: I'd double their taxes and command them to supply 10,000 men to the Royal Army.
Cersei: A Royal Army?
Joffrey: Why should every lord command his own men? It's primitive, no better than the hill tribes. We should have a... a standing army of men loyal to the crown, trained by experienced soldiers, instead of a mob of peasants who've never held pikes in their lives.
Cersei: And if the northerners rebel?
Joffrey: I'd crush them. Seize Winterfell and install someone loyal to the realm as Warden of the North. Uncle Kevan, maybe.
Cersei: And these 10,000 Northern troops, would they fight for you or their lord?
Joffrey: For me. I'm their king.
Cersei: Mm-hmm. But you've just invaded their homeland, asked them to kill their brothers.
Joffrey: I'm not asking.
Cersei: The North cannot be held, not by an outsider. It's too big and too wild. And when the winter comes, the Seven Gods together couldn't save you and your Royal Army.

Joffrey: I am the king! I will punish you!
Tywin: Any man who must say, "I am the king" is no true king. I'll make sure you understand that when I've won your war for you.
Joffrey: My father won the real war. He killed Prince Rhaegar. He took the crown while you hid under Casterly Rock!
[There is a long, tense silence, as the council wait to see how Tywin will respond to such a shocking insult; Tyrion watches eagerly to see which of the two relatives he despises the most will win. After he takes a second to contemplate his words to his grandfather, even Joffrey shows muted terror. But although Tywin's gaze never leaves Joffrey, he remains completely calm, and continues to betray no emotion]
Tywin: The king is tired. See him to his chambers.
Cersei: Come along.
Joffrey: I'm not tired.
Cersei: We have so much to celebrate. A wedding to plan. You must rest.
Tywin: Grand Maester, perhaps some essence of nightshade to help him sleep
Joffrey: I'm not... TIRED!

[Catelyn watches Bran, still in coma. Cersei enters. Catelyn stands, embarrassed for not being dressed properly]
Cersei: Please.
Catelyn: I would have dressed, your Grace.
Cersei: This is your home. I'm your guest.
[Catelyn sits. Cersei approaches Bran's bed]
Cersei: Handsome one, isn't he? I lost my first boy.
[surprised, Catelyn stares at Cersei]
Cersei: A little black-haired beauty. He was a fighter too... tried to beat the fever that took him. Forgive me. It's the last thing you need to hear right now.
Catelyn: [shakes her head] I never knew.
Cersei: It was years ago. Robert was crazed, beat his hands bloody on the wall, all the things men do to show you how much they care. The boy looked just like him. Such a little thing... a bird without feathers. They came to take his body away and Robert held me. I screamed and I battled, but he held me.
[Cersei's eyes are filled with tears]
Cersei: That little bundle. They took him away and I never saw him again. Never have visited the crypt, never.
[long moment of silence]
Cersei: I pray to the mother every morning and night that she return your child to you.
Catelyn: [nods] I am grateful.
Cersei: Perhaps this time she'll listen.
[Cersei leaves. Catelyn caresses Bran's hair]

Cersei: When the war is won, the Lion will rule the land, the Kraken will rule the sea, and our child shall one day rule them all.

[Brienne approaches Joffrey. She bows, somewhat clumsily]
Brienne: [to Cersei] Your Grace.
[Cersei smirks]
Brienne: [to Joffrey] My king.
Brienne: [to Margaery] My queen.
[Margaery rises and offers her hand to Brienne]
Margaery: Lady Brienne.
[Brienne shakes Margaery's hand]
Margaery: So good of you to come.
Brienne: [smiles] I'm no lady, your Grace.
Cersei: [smiles teasingly] Did you just bow?
Brienne: [calmly] Apologies, your Grace. I never did master the curtsy.
Joffrey: [points at Brienne] You're the one who put a sword through Renly Baratheon.
Margaery: That's not true, my love. Brienne had nothing to do with it.
Joffrey: [sneers] A shame. I'd knight the man that put an end to that deviant's life.
Brienne: I just wanted to congratulate you both and wish you good fortune. The country has been at war too long. I hope your reign is long and peaceful.
Joffrey: [bored] Yes, yes.
Margaery: [warmly] Thank you. I hope we see more of you.

Cersei: [after Daenerys' grand entrance] We've been here a long time.
Daenerys: My apologies.

Cersei: If you have any last words, now is the time.
Missandei: Dracarys.

Cersei: It's your sister.
- The queen.

Tyrion: We are a group of people who do not like one another, as this recent demonstration has shown. We have suffered at each other's hands. We have lost people we love at each other's hands. If all we wanted was more of the same, there would be no need for this gathering. We are entirely capable of waging war against each other without meeting face-to-face.
Cersei: So instead, we should settle our differences and live together in harmony for the rest of our days?
Tyrion: We all know that will never happen.
Cersei: Then why are we here?
Jon: This isn't about living in harmony. It's just about living.

Cersei: [slightly drunk] When we were young, Jaime and I, we were so much alike, even our father couldn't tell us apart. I could never understand why they treated us differently. Jaime was taught to fight with sword and lance and mace, and I was taught to smile and sing and please. He was heir to Casterly Rock, and I was sold to some stranger like a horse to be ridden whenever he desired.
Sansa: You were Robert's Queen.
Cersei: And you will be Joffrey's. Enjoy.

Cersei: Well, if it isn't the famous tart-tongued Queen of Thorns.
Olenna: Well, if it isn't the famous tart Queen Cersei.

Cersei: [referring to Tyrion's new quarters] A bit of a comedown from chamber of the Hand. But then I don't suppose you need much room.
Tyrion: Grand Maester Pycelle made the same joke. You must be proud to be as funny as a man whose balls brush his knees.

Cersei: You're hurt.
Jaime: Doesn't matter.

- You did this!
- We have to leave.
Cersei: Take him!
- Where is his wife?
- Where's sansa?
- Find her. Bar the gates of the city.
- Seize every ship in the harbour.
- Where is she?
- No one leaves the capital!

Qyburn: The trial will take place soon. The High Sparrow will be presenting a substantial case against you.
Cersei: The charges?
Qyburn: Fornication. Treason. Incest. The murder of King Robert.
Cersei: All lies.
Qyburn: Of course, Your Grace. My concern is that the Faith does not adhere to the same standards of truth as the crown. And if you'll excuse me for saying it, but belief is so often the death of reason.
Cersei: I wish you'd said it sooner.

Joffrey: If your family would ask anything of me, ask for it, and it shall be yours.
Loras: Your Grace, my sister Margaery, her husband was taken from us before... She remains innocent. I would ask you to find it in your heart to do us the great honor of joining our two houses.
Joffrey: Is this what you want... Lady Margaery?
Margaery: With all my heart, Your Grace. I have come to love you from afar. Tales of your courage and wisdom have never been far from my ears. And those tales have taken root deep inside of me.
Joffrey: I too have heard tales of your beauty and grace. But... the tales do not do you justice, my lady.
[she looks down shyly]
Joffrey: It would be an honor to return your love, but I am promised to another. A King must keep his word.
Cersei: Your Grace... in the judgment of your small council, it would be neither proper nor wise for you to marry the daughter of a man beheaded for treason. A girl whose brother is in open rebellion against the throne as we speak. For the good of the Realm, your counselors beg you... to set Sansa Stark aside.
[crowd yells approval, calling for Margaery as future Queen]
Joffrey: I would like to heed your wishes, and the wishes of my people... but I took a holy vow.
Grand: Your Grace, the... the gods do indeed hold betrothal solemn, but your father, blessed be his memory, made this pact before the Starks revealed their falseness. I have consulted with the High Septon, and he assures me that their crimes against the Realm free you from any promise you have made them in the sight of the gods.
Joffrey: The gods are good. I am free to heed my heart. Ser Loras, I will gladly wed your sweet sister.
[to: ]
Joffrey: You will be my Queen, and I will love you from this day until my last day.
[crowd cheers]

Jaime: You drink more than you used to.
Cersei: Yes.
Jaime: Why?
Cersei: Hmm. Let's see. You started a brawl in the streets with Ned Stark and disappeared from the capital. My husband died in a tragic hunting accident.
Jaime: [patronizing] It must have been traumatic for you.
Cersei: My only daughter was shipped off to Dorne. We suffered through a siege.
Jaime: A rather short siege.
Cersei: Rather a short siege that I didn't expect to survive. And now I'm marrying my eldest son to a wicked little bitch from Highgarden, while I'm supposed to marry her brother, a renowned pillow-biter. So...

Cersei: What if Jon Arryn told someone?
Jaime: But who would he tell?
Cersei: My husband.
Jaime: If he told the king, both our heads would be skewered on the city gates by now. Whatever Jon Arryn knew or didn't know, it died with him.

- They only eat grass.
- And wolves.
- My lord.
Cersei: He could hear them howling in the night.
- The little cub was frightened.
- His mother said, "you are a lion, my son.
- You mustn't be afraid.

Cersei: Sansa? Come here, little dove.
Sansa: My queen.
Cersei: What are you doing?
Sansa: Praying.
Cersei: You're perfect, aren't you? Praying? What are you praying for?
Sansa: For the gods to have mercy on us all.
Cersei: Oh? On all of us?
Sansa: Yes, Your Grace.
Cersei: Even me?
Sansa: Of course, Your Grace.
Cersei: Even Joffrey?
Sansa: Joffrey is my...
Cersei: Oh, shut up, you little fool. Praying for the gods to have mercy on us all? The gods have no mercy, that's why they are gods. My father told me that when he caught me praying. My mother had just died, you see. I didn't really understand the concept of death. The finality of it. I thought if I prayed very very hard, the gods would return her to me. I was four.
Sansa: Your father doesn't believe in the gods?
Cersei: He believes in them, he just doesn't like them very much.

[Robert strikes Cersei across the face]
Cersei: I shall wear this as a badge of honor.
Robert: Wear it in silence or I'll honor you again.

- We have so much to celebrate.
- A wedding to plan. You must rest.
- Grand maester, perhaps some essence of nightshade to help him sleep.
- I'm not tired!
Cersei: Come.

Loras: [looking out over moonlit sea] Well, my father once told me...
Cersei: No one cares what your father once told you.
[walks away]

Euron: Do I please the queen?
Cersei: You might be the most arrogant man I've ever met. I like that.

- The mourners are waiting.
- They will keep waiting.
- I want a moment alone with him.
- But, your grace, many of these lords and ladies have traveled day and night to be here from all seven kingdoms.
Cersei: They will wait.

Lancel: Order your man to step aside or there will be violence.
Cersei: I choose violence.

Cersei: You should be the Hand of the King.
Jaime: That's an honor I can do without. Their days are too long, their lives are too short.

Cersei: [to Septa Unella] This is Ser Gregor Clegane. He's quiet, too. Your gods have forsaken you. This is your god now.

Cersei: [to Euron] If you want a whore, buy one. If you want a Queen - earn her.

Cersei: [referring to Tyrion] He did this. He poisoned my son, your king. Take him. Take him! TAKE HIM! TAKE HIM!

Cersei: You're in pain.
Eddard: [rising wearily] I've had worse, my lady.
Cersei: Perhaps it is time to go home. The south doesn't seem to agree with you.
Eddard: I know the truth Jon Arryn died for.
Cersei: Do you, Lord Stark? Is that why you called me here, to pose me riddles?
Eddard: [looks at Cersei's bruise, inflicted by Robert] Has he done this before?
Cersei: [self-consciously] Jaime would have killed him. My brother is worth a thousand of your friend.
Eddard: Your brother? Or your lover?
Cersei: The Targaryens wed brothers and sisters for three hundred years to keep bloodlines pure. Jaime and I are more than brother and sister. We shared a womb. We came into this world together, we belong together.
Eddard: My son saw you with him.
Cersei: Do you love your children?
Eddard: With all my heart.
Cersei: No more than I love mine.
Eddard: And they're all Jaime's?
Cersei: [scoffs] Thank the gods. In the rare event when Robert finished with his whores for long enough to stumble drunkenly into my bed, I finished him off in other ways. In the morning, he doesn't remember.
Eddard: You always hated him.
Cersei: Hated him? I worshiped him. Every girl in the Seven Kingdoms dreamed of him, but he was mine by oath. And when I finally saw him on our wedding day in the Sept of Baelor, lean, fierce and black-bearded, it was the happiest day of my life. And that night he crawled on top of me, stinking of wine, and did what he did, what little he could do... and he whispered in my ear "Lyanna"... Your sister was a corpse and I was a living girl and he loved her more than me.
Eddard: When the king returns from his hunt, I'll tell him the truth. You must be gone by then, you and your children. I won't have their blood on my hands. Go as far away as you can, with as many men as you can, because Robert's wrath will follow you.
Cersei: And what about my wrath, Lord Stark? You should have taken the realm yourself. Jaime told me about the day King's Landing fell. He was sitting in the Iron Throne and you made him give it up. All you needed to do was climb those steps yourself. Such a sad mistake.
Eddard: I've made many mistakes in my life, but that wasn't one of them.
Cersei: Oh, but it was. When you play the game of thrones, you win or you die. There is no middle ground.

Cersei: Any time a Targaryen is born, the gods flip a coin.

[Gregor "the Mountain" Clegane kills prisoners very brutally and mercilessly while Cersei watches. She approaches]
Cersei: Ser Gregor, welcome to the capital. Thank you for riding here so quickly.
[Cersei glances at the dead bodies]
Cersei: You seem to be in good form.
Gregor: Who am I fighting?
Cersei: Does it matter?
[Gregor shakes his head]

Cersei: You're certain about the dragon?
Euron: I saw him sink beneath the waves.
Cersei: That must have been glorious.

- Lady olenna.
Cersei: Starving yourself won't make things any better for her, my love.
- She's in a prison cell, and there is nothing I can do.
- I am the king!
- The queen is in prison, and there is nothing I can do!

Grand: [after Mace left] The Small Council grows smaller and smaller.
Cersei: Not small enough.
[walks out contemptuously]

[Tyrion serves wine to Joffrey]
Joffrey: [drinks] Mmm. Good. Needs washing down.
Tyrion: If it please, your Grace, Lady Sansa is very tired...
Joffrey: No.
[Joffrey coughs]
Joffrey: You'll wait here... un...
Tyrion: Your Grace?
Joffrey: [sips more wine] It's nothing!
[Joffrey gasps for breath. Margaery sees shock on his face]
Margaery: He's choking!
[Tywin and Cersei shift their chairs in a panic]
Olenna: Help the poor boy!
[Joffrey staggers from the table, dying, choking and dropping the goblet]
Olenna: Idiots! Help your king!
Jaime: Move away!
[Joffrey collapses, convulsing and vomiting]
Jaime: Joffrey! Joffrey!
Cersei: Help him! Someone help him!
Jaime: Joffrey!
Cersei: Joffrey!
[Dontos appears behind Sansa]
Dontos: Come with me now.
Cersei: Joffrey! Joffrey!
Dontos: [to Sansa] If you want to live, we have to leave.
Cersei: Don't touch him! Joffrey! Please! My God, what is it? Help him!
[Joffrey points accusingly at Tyrion, who is examining the goblet]

Sansa: [sheltered in the Red Keep] I don't know why she sent for me. She hates me.
Shae: Maybe she hates you less than she hates everyone else.
Sansa: I doubt it.
Shae: Maybe she's jealous of you.
Sansa: Why should she be jealous?
Cersei: Sansa.
[the young girl rises, comes over to her]
Cersei: I was wondering where our little dove had flown. You look pale, child. Is your red flower still blooming?
Sansa: Yes.
Cersei: Fitting, isn't it? The men will bleed out there, and you will bleed in here. Pour Lady Sansa some wine.
Sansa: I'm not thirsty, Your Grace.
Cersei: So? I didn't offer you water.

[Tyrion is escorted by Ser Gregor Clegane to Cersei]
Cersei: [referring to Daenerys] I shouldn't be surprised. I suppose she's your kind of woman. A foreign whore who doesn't know her place.
Tyrion: A foreign whore you can't abduct, beat or intimidate. That must be difficult for you.
Cersei: [hatefully] So you bring her here with her pet Northerner, whom you've convinced to bow down before her.
Tyrion: I didn't know about that...
Cersei: And now you've got both working towards the same goal, the goal you've been working towards your entire life...
Tyrion: Cersei, I didn't know.
Cersei: ...the destruction of this family.
Tyrion: I am the one preventing that from happening. Daenerys didn't want to debate and negotiate. She didn't want to bring you words; she wanted to bring you fire and blood until I advised her otherwise. I don't want to destroy our family. I never have.
Cersei: You killed our father.
Tyrion: After he sentenced me to death for a crime I didn't commit, yes, I killed him. Hate me for it if you want. I hate myself for it, in spite of what he was, in spite of what he did to me!
Cersei: [sarcastically] Oh, poor little man. Your papa was mean to you. Do you have ANY idea what you did when you fired that crossbow? You left us open. You laid us bare for the vultures, and the vultures came and tore us apart. You may not have killed Joffrey, but you killed Myrcella. You killed Tommen. No one would have touched them if Father was here, no one would have dared!
Tyrion: [steps forward] I have never been more sorry about anything...
Cersei: I will not hear it, not from you. I will NOT hear it!
[pause]
Tyrion: All right. You love your family, and I have destroyed it. I will always be a threat, so put an end to me.
[Cersei looks at the Mountain, obviously tempted]
Tyrion: [angrily, goading her] If it weren't for me, you'd have a mother. If it weren't for me, you'd have a father. If it weren't for me, you'd have two beautiful children. I've thought about killing you more times than I can count!
[Tyrion turns to face the Mountain, then turns back to face Cersei]
Tyrion: [shouts] DO IT! Say the word!
[the Mountain partly draws his sword. For a tense moment, Tyrion and Cersei glare silently at one another, before Cersei sighs and slumps back in her chair. Tyrion sighs with relief. The Mountain sheathes his sword. Tyrion pours some wine into a cup and drinks. Then he refills the cup and offers it to Cersei. He takes another cup and faces Cersei]
Tyrion: [quietly] I am more sorry about the children than you could ever know.
Cersei: I will not...
Tyrion: I don't care! I loved them. You know I did. You know it in your heart, if there's anything left of it.
Cersei: Doesn't matter. Your love doesn't matter, your feelings don't matter. I don't care why you did what you did, I only care what it cost us. It cost us our future.
Tyrion: If there's no future, then why did you allow me to come?
Cersei: Not to help my enemies collaborate in my destruction.
Tyrion: Yes, no. Not what you hoped for, but you must've hoped for something.
Cersei: What did you hope for? To make Jon Snow submit to your Queen?
Tyrion: Mmm, not like this.
Cersei: But eventually, you want everyone to bend the knee to her.
Tyrion: Yes.
Cersei: Why?
Tyrion: Because I think she will make the world a better place.
Cersei: You said she'd destroy King's Landing.
Tyrion: She knows herself. She chose an advisor who would check her worst impulses instead of feeding them. That's the difference between you.
Cersei: I don't care about checking my worst impulses, I don't care about making the world a better place. Hang the world.
[Cersei puts a hand on her stomach]
Cersei: That thing you dragged here, I know what it is, I know what it means. And when it came at me, I didn't think about the world, not at all. As soon as it opened its mouth, the world disappeared for me, right down its black throat. All I could think about was keeping those gnashing teeth away from the ones who matter most, away from my family. Maybe Euron Greyjoy had the right idea. Get on a boat, take those who matter...
Tyrion: You're pregnant.

Qyburn: Your Grace, that old rumor you told me about, my little birds investigated.
Cersei: And? Was it just a rumor or something more?
Qyburn: More. Much more.

Cersei: I just wanted you to know if... if there's ever anything I could do for you...
Margaery: You are very sweet.
Cersei: Tommen seems quite taken with his new queen.
Margaery: I absolutely adore him. You raised a gallant young man. I'm forever grateful.
Cersei: Good... Good. I'm glad to hear you're happy.
Margaery: Ecstatic. I really am. Exhausted, to be honest. But.. what can I expect?
[smiles]
Margaery: He is half lion, half stag.
[her lady friends chuckle merrily]