I'm not questioning your honor, Lord Janos. I'm denying its existence.

— Aah! You bitch!
— Oh, my goodness me! Somebody owes a nickel to the swear jar. Oh, do you know what I say when I feel like swearing? Fudge.
— I'll try and remember that.

— Point to Iraq.
— Why do you keep a globe on your janitor cart?
— In case I get lost. I'll give you a hint. It's not the country shaped like a boot.
— That's Iraq.
— That's China.
— You're China.
— That's an outrageous accusation...

— You know, you shouldn't insult people that are bigger than you.
— Then I wouldn't get to insult anyone.

— Put the pen down, dear. We both know you're not writing anything.
— Ah, yes. The famously tart-tongued Queen of Thorns.
— And the famous tart, Queen Cersei.

Perry was so wrong about you. You're not an idiotic, scalpel-toting, basketball-dribbling, blood-sugar-watching, idiotic man-boy...

— There you are, you deaf bastard. I hate you so much, every time you utter my name, I wanna stick my fist down your throat and watch you slowly choke on it.
— Ted, I can hear now.
— Who's Ted?