MELISANDRE: I met a man who came back from the dead, but the priest who did it– it shouldn’t have been possible.
SER DAVOS: But it was. It could be now.
MELISANDRE: Not for me.
SER DAVOS: Not for you? I saw you drink poison that should have killed you. I saw you give birth to a demon made of shadows.
MELISANDRE: Everything I believed, the great victory I saw in the flames, all of it was a lie. You were right all along. The Lord never spoke to me.
SER DAVOS: Fuck him, then. Fuck all of them. I’m not a devout man, obviously. Seven gods, drowned gods, tree gods, it’s all the same. I’m not asking the Lord of Light for help. I’m asking the woman who showed me that miracles exist.
MELISANDRE: I never had this gift.
SER DAVOS: Have you ever tried?
TYRION: I’m friends with your mother. I’m here to help. Don’t eat the help.
To be continued on the PART 2.
TYRION: When I was a child, an uncle asked what gift I wanted for my name day. I begged him for one of you. “It wouldn’t even have to be a big dragon,” I told him. “It could be little like me.” Everyone laughed like it was the funniest thing they had ever heard. Then my father told me the last dragon had died a century ago. I cried myself to sleep that night. But here you are.
TYRION: If I lost my cock, I’d drink all the time. Meaning no offense. He makes dwarf jokes, I make eunuch jokes.
VARYS: I do not make dwarf jokes.
TYRION: You think them.
PLANET GIFFFERR 