You Westerosi are all the same. You sew some beast upon a scrap of silk, and suddenly you are all lions or dragons or eagles.
Stanley just drank OJ out of my mug and didn’t seem to realize, it wasn’t his hot coffee. So, the question has to be asked, is there no limit to what he won’t notice?
I swear to God, I was courtside for eight months and I was freer in jail than I was at home.