Dany and Jaime would make some awfully pretty babies.

They need the Lord of Light to provide the necessary bolt of lightning. 1.21 gigawatts!

I honestly LOLed. Thanks for that!

Yep, I thought of the dick/murderous dick conversation, too. Sigh.

Yes. I honestly don't care much about Jon Snow one way or the other—I like the R+L theory, but find JS a bit boring/irritating overall—but I can't see how they could stop showing the Wall, or show it to us through the POV of any one of those crudsucker moron Brothers, toward whom I am filled with disgust.

In what way would it make "no fucking sense whatsoever for Stannis to be alive?" I'm genuinely curious.

I thought the angle of her swing seemed off, too, especially since he's sitting against a tree that would block her blade.

Yeah, he managed to surprise those two soldiers pretty well, didn't he? I'm not convinced, either—although I really hope he didn't kill Brienne.

It's possible he took her there specifically so she could meet up with the Dothraki.

Grey Worm is the commander/general/whatever of the Unsullied; they chose him as their leader. So they listen to him, at least.

My favorite is "It’s O.K. that the pervy thug whips the girls, the show seems to be saying, because he immediately has his eyes stabbed out."

Well, everybody who goes to the ER with something stuck up their butts claims they "fell on it," so why not?

Joan of Arc! *That's* who she looked like, thank you! It was bugging me the whole time but for some reason I just could not place it. Duh.

And we saw what looked like a slanting roof for them to land on and slide down, too, didn't we? It never occurred to me that they might have actually jumped to their deaths.

And how great—and telling!—was Bedelia's little down-glance when he removed the towel?

Yes. That and the dude's smug smirk implied strongly that he thought he'd found some kind of golden egg to exploit. Bad, bad manners.

In my head, Manolo Cologne looks a lot like Jaqen H'gar wearing a sharkskin suit and a few gold rings, with his hair slicked back. "The woman would like another cocktail. The woman would like to be treated like a queen."

And it looked just like him!

I think it was. And don't call me Shirley.

They'll end up as street hustlers trying to pay for their habits, and as the eldest bends over amongst the garbage in a urine-soaked alley getting pegged by some shaggy-haired migrant worker who smells of old tomatoes and stale beer while begging random homeless dudes to piss in their mouths, he'll pause every so…