Tyrion Lannister

— They attacked me!
— They threw a cow pie at you, so you decided to kill them all? They're starving, you fool. All because of a war you started.
— You're talking to a king!
— And now l've struck a king. Did my hand fall from my wrist?

Everything's better with some wine in the belly.

— You'll haνe two women and a whole kingdom of your own.
— Two women to despise me and a whole kingdom to join them.

— You're an intelligent man... but not half of what you think.
— Even so, I'm smarter than you.

As a clever man once told me, "We make peace with our enemies, not our friends."

You need to take your enemy's side if you're going to see things the way they do. And you need to see things the way they do if you're going to anticipate their actions, respond effectively, and beat them.

No ruler that ever lived had the support of all the people.

What do you want, Bronn? Gold? Women? Golden women?

But who needs wealth when you can make a woman laugh?

— Your sister has learned that your new friends the Tyrells are plotting to marry Sansa Stark to Ser Loras.
— Very well. She's a lovely girl. Missing some of Loras' favorite bits, but I'm sure they'll make do.

— If I told you to murder an infant girl, say, still at her mother's breast, would you do it without question?
— Without question? No. I'd ask, "How much?"

And if the day ever comes when you're tempted to sell me out, remember this — whatever their price, I'll beat it. I like living.

You're in the great game now. And the great game's terrifying.

Trial by combat. Deciding a man's guilt or innocence in the eyes of the gods by having two other men hack each other to pieces. Tells you something about the gods.