“How would you like to die, Tyrion son of Tywin?”
“In my own bed, at the age of 80 with a bellyful of wine and a girl’s mouth around my cock.”
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Bronn: Will you shut up? There’s hill tribes all around here.
Tyrion: If I’m going to die, it may as well be with a song in my heart.
Bronn: I should just take your food and leave you here. Eh? What would you do then?
Tyrion: Starve, most likely.
Bronn: You don’t think I’d do it, do you?
Tyrion: What do you want, Bronn? Gold? Women?.. Golden women?
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“Scum you may be, but you’re almost as good as my brother Jaime. What do you want, Bronn? Gold? Land? Women? Keep me alive, and you’ll have it.”
Bronn blew gently on the fire and the flames leapt up higher. “And if you die?”
“Why then, I’ll have one mourner whose grief is sincere,” Tyrion said, grinning. “The gold ends when I do.”
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