“If I am ever Hand again, the first thing I'll do is hang all the singers," said Tyrion, too loudly.”

“The city?" Tyrion was lost. "What city would that be?""King's Landing. I am sending you to court." It was the last thing Tyrion Lannister would ever have anticipated. He reached for his wine, considered for a moment as he sipped. "And what am I to do there?""Rule," his father said curtly.”

“I leaned across the table towards the crumb-thrower. "Do that again," I said, loud enough to be heard over the opera singer, Dolly, my mother, and the smell of the breadsticks, "and I will sell your firstborn child to the devil.”

“Have you ever considered that too many answers are the same as no answers at all?" - Tyrion”

“Do you think it will truly come to battle between them? If they should come to some accord—”“They won’t,” Tyrion said. “They are too different and yet too much alike, and neither could ever stomach the other.”

“Is that why you said all that stuff earlier-because you were trying to protect me? Because if it was, I'll tell you it was the sweetest kindest thing, and if you ever do it again, I'll smack you upside the head until your ears ring 'Jingle Bells”