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Your father,
he'd pay your weight in gold to get you back?
You'll be a rich man till the end of your days.
And your sons will be rich men
and their sons after them.
Lands, titles
you'll have them all.
The North can't win this war.
You're a smart man. You understand that.
We have the numbers. We have the gold.
Aye, you have both.
Fighting bravely for a losing cause
is admirable.
Fighting for a winning cause
is far more rewarding.
Hard to argue with that.
Now that we're speaking together man to man,
I wonder if you need to keep me chained to this tree.
I'm not asking to be freed from my constraints,
but if I could sleep lying down,
my back would thank you for it.
I'm not as young
and resilient as I was once.
None of us are.
Locke: Unchain Ser Jaime from the tree.
Man: Come on, men.
Suppose you'll be wanting something to eat.
I'm famished, actually.
Locke: I think we've got a spare partridge on the fire.
Well, I do like partridge.
Bring the bird over here and the carving knife.
Will this work as a table, my lord?
Oh, yes. Yes, this will do nic
ah!
On the stump.
You think you're the smartest man there is.
That everyone alive has to bow and scrape
and lick your boots.
- My father - And if you get in any trouble,
all you've got to do is say "my father"
and that's it, all your troubles are gone.
- Don't. - Have you got something to say?
Careful. You don't want to say the wrong thing.
You're nothing without your daddy,
and your daddy ain't here.
Never forget that.
Here, this should help you remember.
( Screaming )