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Joffrey Baratheon
- Tyrion Lannister: Before you go, you will call on Lord and Lady Stark and offer your sympathies.
- Joffrey Baratheon: What good will my sympathies do then?
- Tyrion Lannister: None. But it is expected of you. Your absence has already been noted.
- Joffrey Baratheon: The boy means nothing to me. And I can't stand the wailing of women.
- [Tyrion slaps Joffrey]
- Tyrion Lannister: One word and I hit you again.
- Joffrey Baratheon: I'm telling mother!
- [Tyrion slaps Joffrey again]
- Tyrion Lannister: Go! Tell her. But first you will get to Lord and Lady Stark, and you will fall on your knees and tell them how very sorry you are, that you are at their service and that all your prayers are with them. *Do you understand?*
- Joffrey Baratheon: You can't!
- [Tyrion slaps Joffrey again]
- Tyrion Lannister: Do you understand?
- [Joffery leaves angrily]
- Sandor Clegane: The prince will remember that, little lord.
- Tyrion Lannister: I hope so. If he forgets, be a good dog and remind him.
- Sansa Stark: [referring to Ilyn Payne] Why won't he speak to me?
- Sandor Clegane: He hasn't been very talkative these last 20 years. Since the Mad King had his tongue ripped out with hot pincers.
- Joffrey Baratheon: He speaks damn well with his sword, though. Ser Ilyn Payne, the King's Justice. The royal executioner.
- [Joffrey notices Sansa is scared]
- Joffrey Baratheon: What is it, sweet lady? Does the Hound frighten you? Away with you, dog. You're scaring my lady.
- Eddard Stark: What is the meaning of this? Why was my daughter not brought to me at once?
- Cersei Lannister: How dare you speak to your king in that manner?
- Robert Baratheon: Quiet, woman. Sorry, Ned. I never meant to frighten the girl. But we need to get this business done quickly.
- Cersei Lannister: Your girl and that butcher's boy attacked my son. That animal of hers nearly tore his arm off.
- Arya Stark: That's not true! She just... bit him a little. He was hurting Mycah.
- Cersei Lannister: Joff told us what happened. You and that boy beat him with clubs while you set your wolf on him.
- Arya Stark: That's not what happened!
- Joffrey Baratheon: Yes, it is! They all attacked me and she threw my sword in the river.
- Arya Stark: Liar!
- Joffrey Baratheon: Shut up!
- Robert Baratheon: Enough! He tells me one thing, she tells me another. Seven hells! What am I to make of this?
- [Joffrey offers Sansa a canteen of wine]
- Sansa Stark: I probably shouldn't have any more. Father only lets us have one cup at feasts.
- Joffrey Baratheon: My princess can drink as much as she wants.
- Joffrey Baratheon: And who are you, boy?
- Mycah: Mycah, my lord.
- Sansa Stark: He's the butcher's boy.
- Arya Stark: He's my friend.
- Joffrey Baratheon: A butcher's boy who wants to be a knight, eh?
- [Joffrey drawing his sword]
- Joffrey Baratheon: Pick up your sword, butcher's boy. Let's see how good you are.
- Mycah: She asked me to, my lord. She asked me to.
- Joffrey Baratheon: I'm your prince, not your lord, and I said pick up your sword.
- Mycah: It's not a sword, my prince. It's only a stick.
- Joffrey Baratheon: And you're not a knight. Only a butcher's boy. That was my lady's sister you were hitting, do you know that?
- Arya Stark: Stop it!
- Sansa Stark: Arya, stay out of this.
- Joffrey Baratheon: I won't hurt him... much.