Olenna Tyrell: The last time a Tyrell came to Dorne, he was assassinated. Hundred red scorpions, was it?
Ellaria Sand: You have nothing to fear from us, Lady Olenna.
Olenna Tyrell: You murder your own prince, but you expect me to trust you?
Obara Sand: We invited you to Dorne because we needed your help. You
came to Dorne because you needed our help.
Olenna Tyrell: What is your name again? Barbaro?
[Nymeria chuckles]
Obara Sand: Obara.
Olenna Tyrell: [nods] Obara. You look like an angry little boy. Don't presume to tell me what I need.
Nymeria Sand: Forgive my sister. What she lacks in diplomacy, she
makes...
Olenna Tyrell: Do shut up, dear.
[Olenna turns to Tyene]
Olenna Tyrell: Anything from you?
[Tyene opens her mouth, but before she can say even one word, Olenna interrupts her]
Olenna Tyrell: No? Good. Let the grown women speak.
Ellaria Sand: The Lannisters have declared war on
House Tyrell. They have declared war on Dorne. We must be allies now if we wish to survive.
Olenna Tyrell: Cersei stole the future from me. She killed my son. She killed my grandson. She killed my granddaughter. Survival is not what I'm after now.
Ellaria Sand: You're absolutely right. I chose the wrong words. It is not survival I offer. It is your
heart's desire.
[Ellaria rings a bell]
Olenna Tyrell: [smiles] And what is my heart's desire?
Ellaria Sand: Vengeance.
[pause]
Ellaria Sand: Justice.
[to Olenna's surprise, Varys appears. He looks at Olenna gravely]
Lord Varys: Fire and Blood.
Margaery Tyrell: There's something wrong.
High Sparrow: You have nothing to fear, Your Grace. The trial will begin shortly.
Margaery Tyrell: Cersei is not here. Tommen is not here. Why do you think they're not here?
High Sparrow: If the accused is not here, she will be tried regardless. We cannot escape the
justice of the gods...
Margaery Tyrell: Forget about the bloody gods and listen to what I'm telling you. Cersei understands the consequences of her absence and she is absent anyway, which means she does not intend to suffer those consequences. The trial can wait. We all need to leave.
Tyrion Lannister: [about dying at Winterfell] At least Cersei won't get to murder me... I'm sure I'll feel some satisfaction denying her that pleasure while I'm being ripped apart by dead men... Maybe after I'm dead... I'll march down to King's Landing and rip her apart.