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Exposition Peepaw.

This is a reboot of Tommy Boy? Does this make Charles Dance Richard?

He's so hot, isn't he? Very original Khan for my taste.

This was actually kind of a feminist statement, since Stannis saw the havoc Shireen's friends did to his kitchen when he hosted sleepover night and knows that a small band of men is no match for the pantry destructing capabilities of a bunch of fourth grade girls.
"Literally, pixie sticks all over the grout. How did

Where do you go to major in poisons? Probably the same place where Dr. Orpheus majored in curses and minor in Women's Studies.

It's so weird, in my mind from the book, I saw Oberyn as really really old. I'm not sure why I did.

You can't pay for snatch with gemstones like a game of Pretty Pretty Princess.

"I don't know what that smells like."
"Okay, have you ever smelled a drain that needs to be cleaned?"
"Yes."
"Hair and mildew."

I loved Lady Oleanna's barely-suppressed "DAAAAMN THAT'S A HUGE BITCH."

"Yarp."

"I bet you're a Lannister."
"Hm."
"You look like one."
"Yep."
"Soft…silky corn silk hair." (pets her with his gold hand)

I hate the fact that Grey Worm and Daario 2: Rise of the Silver Surfer are having some shitty Saved By the Bell love contest for surly old Dany.

I bet Sandor watches My Little Pony more than she does.
"So uh. What are you going to name it, Celestia?"
"Yayo."
"….Oh."

It was like that episode of Community where Shirley kills the blacksmirth's wife and lights the house on fire.
"NO WITNESSES. This is your mess, I'm just cleaning it up."

Not to be a total bitch, but like, the Martells are total povo.

Neither have I but I've also heard enough people complain about it when they've done it themselves (5 cups of coffee and a pack of smokes a day, what a mystery) to last a lifetime.

Krieger?

And they're all made of ticky tacky and they all look really lame.

B O N H E U R
Hmm, doesn't seem right but it's phoenetically hurtful.

Oh to be a Siracha stain upon that artfully faded American Apparel sweatshirt.