Myrcella Baratheon

— I'm glad you're not dead.
— Me, too, dear. Death is so boring, especially now, with so much excitement in the world.

— You are going to be my wife. I am going to be your husband. We're allowed to walk through the gardens together.
— How many other girls have you walked through these gardens?
— I like the way your eyes go squinty when you're jealous.
— They do not go squinty, and you didn't answer the question.