Joffrey Baratheon: Will you forgive me for my rudeness?

Sansa Stark: There's nothing to forgive.

Joffrey Baratheon: You're My Lady. One day we'll be married in the throne room. Lords and ladies from all over the Seven Kingdoms will come, from the last hearth in the North to the Salt Shore in the South, and you will be Queen over all of them. I'll never disrespect you again. I'll never be cruel to you again. Do you understand me? You're My Lady now, from this day until my last day.