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Joffrey Baratheon: Uncle. Where are you going? You're my cupbearer, remember? Tyrion Lannister: I thought I might change out of these wet clothes, Your Grace. Joffrey Baratheon: No, no, no. No, you're perfect the way you are. Serve me my wine. Well, hurry up. This pie is dry. [He hands the cup to Joffrey, who gulps at it] Mm, good. Needs washing down. Tyrion Lannister: If it please Your Grace, Lady Sansa is very tired. Joffrey Baratheon: No. [coughs] No, you'll wait here... [coughs again] un-- [continues coughing] Tyrion Lannister: Your Grace? Joffrey Baratheon: [short of breath, he takes a gulp of wine to try and alleviate his coughing] It's nothing. Margaery Tyrell: He's choking! Olenna Tyrell: Help the poor boy. [Joffrey staggers away from the table, choking frantically.] Idiots, help your king. Jaime Lannister: Move away! [He pushes his way through the crowd and runs towards Joffrey as he collapses, choking and vomiting.] Joffrey! Joffrey! Cersei Lannister: Help him! Someone help him! Joffrey! [in the confusion, court fool Dontos Hollard appears behind Sansa] Dontos Hollard: [to Sansa] Come with me now. Cersei Lannister: Joffrey! Joffrey! Dontos Hollard: [to Sansa] If you want to live, we have to leave. Cersei Lannister: Don't touch him! Joffrey. Please, Joffrey. Joffrey, what is it? Help him! [Joffrey begins to bleed from his nose and eyes; after managing to point at Tyrion inspecting the cup, he wheezes out his last breath and finally dies.] Cersei Lannister: My son! [sobbing] Man: He's gone. Our king is gone! Cersei Lannister: [turning to glare at Tyrion with rising anger] He did this. He poisoned my son, your king. Take him. Take him! TAKE HIM! TAKE HIM!

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