Tyrion Lannister: I’m a vile man, I confess it. My crimes and sins are beyond counting. I have lied and cheated… gambled and wh*red. I’m not particularly good at violence, but I’m good at convincing others to do violence for me. You want specifics, I suppose. When I was seven I saw a servant girl bathing in the river. I stole her robe. She was forced to return to the castle naked and in tears. If I close my eyes, I can still see her t*ts bouncing. When I was 10 I stuffed my Uncle’s boots with goatsh*t. When confronted with my crime, I blamed a squire. Poor boy was flogged and I escaped justice. When I was 12 I milked my eel into a pot of turtle stew. I flogged the one-eyed snake. I skinned my sausage. I made the bald man cry into the turtle stew, which I do believe my sister ate. At least I hope she did. Once I brought a jackass and a honeycomb into a brothel…
Lysa Arryn: Silence!
Robin Arryn: What happened next?
