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Storms come and go, the big cá eat the little fish, and I keep on paddling
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Sometimes those with the most power have the least grace
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This man has the honor to be Jaqen H'ghar, once of the Free City of Lorath
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I promise bạn Rakharo will ride with his ancestors tonight
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This is what ruling is, lying on a giường of weeds, ripping them out bởi the root...
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Who đã đưa ý kiến anything about the Lannisters?
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bạn Westerosi are funny people. Man chops off your fingers and bạn fall in love..
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Then I wouldn't get to insult anyone
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As m'lady commands
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I'm not questioning your honor, Lord Janos. I'm denying its existence
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You're very Công chúa tóc xù
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I can't steal her. She's a person, not a goat
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I'm not Ned Stark, I understand the way this game is played
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bạn want me to have a god? Fine. King Stannis is my go
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Anything with a cock is easy to fool
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She's commanded men. She's killed men. And she knows who she is
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If gods wanted us to have dignity, they wouldn't make us fart when we died
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All that about cocks, I should never have đã đưa ý kiến it. I've been pissing in front...
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No, bạn just want to steal her. What do bạn think Craster cuts off for that?
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Without question? No. I’d ask how much
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The boy has thêm courage than sense
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They will like it far less when I am done with them
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I hope bạn enjoy the Wall.I found it surprisingly beautiful,in a brutal,horribly
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Who gave bạn those clothes?Is it Ned Stark’s pleasure to make bạn his daughter?
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What is the world coming to when smugglers must vouch for the honor of kings?
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You’re funny. You’ve always been funny. But none of your jokes will ever...
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bạn might find it difficult to rule over millions who want bạn dead
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The one true god is what’s between a woman’s legs.Better yet,a queen’s legs
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You're the one in skirts
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And how do bạn feel about that?
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As has Jaime. Repeatedly, according to Stannis Baratheon
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A death bởi the ngọn lửa, chữa cháy is the purest death
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You've perfected the art of tearing up papers
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