Cersei Lannister: I felt something for you once, you know?
Robert Baratheon: I know.
Cersei Lannister: Even after we lost our first boy. For quite a while, actually. Was it ever possible for us? Was there ever a time, ever a moment?
Robert Baratheon: No. Does that make you feel better or worse?
Cersei Lannister: It doesn't make me feel anything.
Robert Baratheon: Sometimes I don't know what holds it together.
Cersei Lannister: Our marriage.
Robert Baratheon: Ah, so here we sit 17 years later, holding it all together. Don't you get tired?
Cersei Lannister: Every day.
Robert Baratheon: How long can hate hold a thing together?
Cersei Lannister: Well, 17 years is quite a long time.
Eddard Stark: You're too fat for your armor.
Robert Baratheon: Fat? Fat, is it? Is that how you speak to your King? (to Lannister boy): You heard the Hand. The King's too fat for his armor. Go find the breastplate stretcher - now!
Eddard Stark: "The breastplate stretcher"?
Robert Baratheon: How long before he figures it out?
Eddard Stark: Maybe you should have one invented.