All dwarfs are bastards in their father’s eyes.
A toast. To the proud Lannister children. The dwarf, the cripple, and the mother of madness.
A few years as Hand of the King would make anyone want to pi** off the edge of the world.
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.
We still have to take King’s Landing. Maybe Cersei will win and kill us all. That would solve our problems.
We may have defeated them, but we still have us to contend with.
Trying to have me killed is an odd way of saying thank you.
Those are brave men knocking at our door. Let’s go kill them.
The world will always need a home for bastards and broken men.
The only people who aren’t afraid of failure are madmen.
The future is s***. Just like the past.
Tens of thousands of innocent lives, one not particularly innocent dwarf, it seems like a fair trade.