Transcript (en)

Oh, get more. Tell your cousin to get in here. Kingslayer, get in here. Surrounded by Lannisters. Every time I close my eyes, I see their blonde hair and their smug, satisfied faces. Must wound your pride now, standing out there like a glorified sentry. Jaime Lannister, son of the mighty Tywin. Forced to mind the door while your king eats and drinks and shits and fucks. So come on, we're telling war stories. Who was your first kill, not counting old men? One of the outlaws in the Brotherhood. I was there that day. You were only a squire. Sixteen years old. You killed Simon Toyne with the counter repost. Best move I ever saw. Good fighter, Toyne. But he lacked stamina. You're outlaw. Any last words? I cut his head off so now. What about Aerys Targaryen? What did the mad king say when you stabbed him in the back? I never asked. Did he call you a traitor? Did he plead for a reprieve? He said the same thing he'd been saying for hours. Burned them all. That's all, Your Grace. Thank you.