Sir Cedric! Sir Cedric! Good news. We’ve finally found an heir!
I’m sorry, son, but you must have me confused with someone else. My name is Roger Murdock. I’m the co-pilot.
Roger, Roger.
I’ve got to concentrate (concentrate…concentrate…) I’ve got to concentrate (concentrate…concentrate…) …Hello? (…hello? …hello?) Echo! (…echo! …echo!) PINCH HITTING FOR PEDRO BORBÓN: MANNY MOTA! (MOTA! MOTA! MOTA!)
Today (today today) I am the luckiest (iest) man (man man man) on the face (face) of the earth (earth earth).
Ah, but your friends will remember you, that’s the point.
Hell, I got a lot of friends.
I don’t think so.
There are some things man was not meant to know.
I knew that.
You know, Lady Francis, there’s not enough kindness in the world.
I know. You know I know. I know you know I know. We know Henry knows, and Henry knows we know it. We’re a knowledgeable family.
Oh, I know that. AND I knew you’d know I’d know you knew.
And what you fail to realize is: my ship is dragging mines!
Are those sharks with laser beams attached to their heads?
Just what the hell did you do to those sharks?
You’re going to need a bigger boat.
Running an unstable ship at full ahead is dangerous!
You irresponsible bastard.
Do you know what leadership means, Lord Snow? It means that the person in charge gets second-guessed by every clever little twat with a mouth. But if he starts second-guessing himself, that’s the end. For him, for the clever little twats, for everyone. This is not the end. Not for us. Not if you lot do your duty for however long it takes to beat them back. And then you get to go on hating me, and I get to go on wishing your wildling whore had finished the job.