Ellaria Sand (to Doran): When was the last time you left this palace? You don't know your own people. Their disgust for you. Elia Martell raped and murdered, and you did nothing. Oberyn Martell butchered, and you did nothing. You're not a Dornishman. You're not our prince. Your son is weak just like you. And weak men will never rule Dorne again.
Ellaria Sand: It's always changing, who we're supposed to love and who we're not. The only thing that stays the same is that we want who we want.
Ellaria Sand: No wonder you can't stand. You have no spine.
Doran Martell: You are mother to four of my nieces, girls I love very much. For their sake, I hope you live a long and happy life. Speak to me that way again, and you won't.
Ellaria Sand: Oberyn is dead. And this Lannister girl skips about the Water Gardens eating our food, breathing our air. How many of your brothers and sisters do they have to kill? Let me have her. Let me send her to Cersei one finger at a time.
Doran Martell: I loved my brother. And you made him very happy. For that, you will always have a place in my heart. But we do not mutilate little girls for vengeance. Not here. Not while I rule.
Ellaria Sand: And how long would that be?