Game of Thrones, Season 4

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!