Paused and ready. Call it.
THen this is it – GO. “Welcome, Lord Stark!”
“If you’d like to change” is code for “You stink, M’Lord”
“If you’d like to change into someng more appropriate…”
Oh, city-folk. 
Amazing how sleaze can seep through leather. Who’d-a thunk?
“You served him well, while serving was safe.”
Ouch.
You fought a little girl, and lost. You’re a King. A wimp also…but a King.
Deficit spending: a bad idea in any world. :eek:
Jeeze, my mom never stroked my ego like this. And she never once mentioned whore-f*cking…disappointed
Reality exists at the pleasure of the king. 
I was just about to say that. I’ve never discussed painted whores with my mother.
But what’s with the paint? Really? Such a mess.
Joffrey wants to follow the Napoleon and Hitler plan.
That should turn out well.
But they get so badly weathered if they’re left unpainted.
“You’re a Stark of Malib…um, Winterfell.”
“And I don’t want to be a lady.”
Who would after what happened to Lady? :eek:
Fear is the mind-killer. Fear is the little death that brings total obliteration. I will face my fear. I will allow it to pass…Huh? Oh.
Pity Ned didn’t take a moment to have a similar sit-down with Sansa. Of the two, I’d say she needed the heart-to-heart the most.
“Look, about Joffrey…”
“Crows are all liars.”
Frakkin’ crows. :mad:
Well, at least Ned had a staff meeting with Sansa later on…Ouch! Too soon?