(..) It's your parting gift, in that it will part you. Part of you here, part of you there and part of you way over there, staining the wall! You insolent fool! - Show-off. - That is a warning. You are no match for our kung fu. I agree. But this is. (..)

(..) an army and the Iron Fleet, yet she gives me no sign of affection. My heart is nearly broken. You're insolent. - I've executed men for less. - They were lesser men. DIRAH: I hear the dragon burnt up a thousand Lannister men. CRAYA: Burnt up some (..)

(..) The oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely... The pangs of disprized love, the law's delay... The insolence of office and the spurns that patient merit of the unworthy takes... ...when he himself might his quietus make with a bare bodkin Who would these fardles bear, (..)