(..) he'll come in through here? There are tripwires on every tree for yards. This is the only way in. When I was little, we found a man. He looked like, like, butchered. The old women in the village crossed themselves and whispered crazy things, said strange things. (..)

(..) I don't have the money with me. But there's money at the abbey. I'm sure... ...you're an honest man. I'd much rather sell Anser to a man of the cloth than... ...a butcher... -...but I can't afford to go home empty-handed. - Of course. Of course. WICKE: You idiot! I wanna see their baldy heads! (..)

(..) You don't know your own people. - Their disgust for you. - (Doran coughing) Elia Martell raped and murdered, and you did nothing. Oberyn Martell butchered, and you did nothing. You're not a Dornishman. You're not our prince. My son Trystane... (scoffs) (..)