Olenna Tyrell: Your sister has done things... I was incapable of imagining. That was my prize mistake... a failure of imagination. She's a monster, you do know that?
Jaime Lannister: To you, I'm sure. To others as well. But after we've won and there's no one left to oppose us, when people are living peacefully in the world she built, do you really think they'll wring their hands over the way she built it?
Olenna Tyrell: You love her. You really do love her. You poor fool. She'll be the end of you.
High Sparrow: Queen Margaery has already atoned for her sins by bringing another into the true light of the Seven. (Tommen walks out) Together we announce a new age of harmony. A holy alliance between the Crown and the Faith.
(crowd is cheering)
Tommen Baratheon: The Crown and the Faith are the twin pillars upon which the world rests. Together we will restore the Seven Kingdoms to glory.
(crowd cheers again)
Mace Tyrell: What's happening?
Olenna Tyrell: He's beaten us. That's what's happening.
Olenna Tyrell: When House Tyrell stops sending our crops to the capital, everyone here will starve. And I'll make sure the hungry know who's to blame.
High Sparrow: Have you ever sowed the field, Lady Olenna? Have you ever reaped the grain? Has anyone in House Tyrell? A lifetime of wealth and power has left you blind in one eye. You are the few, we are the many. And when the many stop fearing the few...
Olenna Tyrell: Luckily for you, the Queen Regent is rather distracted at the moment. Mourning her dear departed boy. Accusing her brother of his murder, which he didn't commit.
Margaery Tyrell: Well, he could have done.
Olenna Tyrell: He could have done, but he didn't.
Margaery Tyrell: You don't know, Grandmother.
Olenna Tyrell: But I do know. You don't think I'd let you marry that beast, do you?
Varys: Littlefinger is one of the most dangerous men in Westeros. If Robb Stark falls, Sansa Stark is the key to the North.
Olenna Tyrell: And if Littlefinger marries her, he'll have the key in his pocket.
Varys: Which seems such a shame. Why should a man with such a low reputation steal away such a lovely bride?
Olenna Tyrell: You must despise him. You're working so hard to undermine him.
Varys: Actually, I rather enjoy him. But he would see this country burn if he could be king of the ashes.