Bronn: Oh, speaking of builders, all the best brothels burned down. The Master of Coin is willing to fund reconstruction.
Samwell Tarly: Uh... the Archmaester is less than enthusiastic about the salutary effects of brothels.
Bronn: Well, I imagine he isn't using them properly.
Brienne of Tarth: I think we can all agree that ships take precedence over brothels.
Bronn: I think that's a very presumptuous statement.
Tyrion Lannister: I once brought a jackass and a honeycomb into a brothel...
Jaime Lannister: Highgarden will never belong to a cutthroat.
Bronn: No? Who were your ancestors, the ones who made your family rich? Fancy lads in silk? They were f*cking cutthroats. That's how all the great houses started, isn't it? With a hard b*stard who was good at killing people. Kill a few hundred people, they make you a lord. Kill a few thousand, they make you king. And then all your c*cksucking grandsons can ruin the family with their c*cksucking ways.
Bronn: She wants to murder someone, but she can't send her soldiers. If it's the Dragon Queen she's after...
Qyburn: She has other plans for the Targaryen girl.
Bronn: Yeah, well, good luck with that.
Qyburn: Our queen's brothers are unlikely to survive their Northern adventures. But in the event that they do... (gives him a crossbow that Tyrion used to kill his father) She has a keen sense of poetic justice.
Bronn: That f*cking family.
Tyrion Lannister: A pleasant surprise in an unpleasant situation.
Podrick Payne: I never thought I'd see you again, my lord.
Tyrion Lannister: Supporting the enemy, no less.
Podrick Payne: Hard to blame you.
Tyrion Lannister: Cersei will anyway.
Podrick Payne: I'm glad you're alive.
Bronn (to Podrick): Come on! You can suck his magic c*ck later.
Bronn: Men without c*cks. You wouldn't find me fighting in an army if I had no c*ck. What's left to fight for?
Jaime Lannister: Gold?
Bronn: I spent my life around soldiers. What do you think they spend that gold on?
Jaime Lannister: Family.
Bronn: Not without a c*ck, you don't.
Jaime Lannister: Maybe it really is all c*cks in the end.
Bronn: Yet, your brother has chosen to side with the c*ckless.
Jaime Lannister: Yes, he's always been a champion of the downtrodden.
(Dothraki join the party)
Bronn: I think we're about to be the downtrodden.
Jaime Lannister: You have better instincts than any officer in the Lannister army.
Bronn: That's like saying I have a bigger c*ck than anyone in the Unsullied army.
Jaime Lannister: I expect to command all the Lannister forces before long. You can be the right hand I lost.
Bronn: You promised me a lordship and a castle and a highborn beauty for a wife.
Jaime Lannister: And you'll get all three. A Lannister always pays...
Bronn: Don't say it. Don't f*cking say it.