Game of Thrones, Season 5

Olenna Tyrell:
You there. Where would I find the High Septon or High Sparrow or whatever bloody fool name he's got?

[Olenna approaches a crouched man revealed to be the High Sparrow, washing the floor of the Sept of Baelor]

High Sparrow:
It's not as good a name as "Queen of Thorns", I'll admit.

Olenna Tyrell:
You should have the decency to stand when you speak to a lady.

High Sparrow:
You should have the decency to kneel before the Gods.

Olenna Tyrell:
Don't spar with me, little fellow. [the High Sparrow rises to his feet with a groan]

High Sparrow:
For me, it's the knees. You?

Olenna Tyrell:
Hips.

High Sparrow:
Ah.

Olenna Tyrell:
A man of the people. Is that your game? It's an old game. Dull and unconvincing. A man of the people who does Cersei's dirty work for her.

High Sparrow:
The people always do the dirty work.

Olenna Tyrell:
Spare me the homilies. I can smell a fraud from a mile away.

High Sparrow:
Useful talent.

Olenna Tyrell:
I'm here for my grandson and granddaughter.

High Sparrow:
Your grandson and granddaughter swore sacred vows and lied. The Father judges us all. Sons of high lords, sons of fishermen. If you break his laws, you will be punished.

Olenna Tyrell:
Don't you walk away from me.

High Sparrow:
You don't give commands here, Lady Olenna.

Olenna Tyrell:
What is it you want? Gold? I'll make you the richest septon who ever lived. What, then?

High Sparrow:
I imagine this is strange for you. Everyone you meet has a hidden motive and you pride yourself on sniffing it out. But I'm telling you a simple truth. I serve the Gods. The Gods demand justice.

Olenna Tyrell:
How do they communicate their demands? By raven or horse?

High Sparrow:
By the holy text, "The Seven-Pointed Star". If you don't have one in your library, I'll give you my own.

Olenna Tyrell:
I've read "The Seven-Pointed Star".

High Sparrow:
Then you'll remember the passages concerning buggery and perjury. Your grandchildren will be punished in the same manner as anyone who breaks the sacred laws.

Olenna Tyrell:
Half the men, women, and children in this foul city break the sacred laws. You live among murderers, thieves, and rapists, and yet you punish Loras for shagging some perfumed ponce, and Margaery for defending her brother?

High Sparrow:
Yes. The Gods' laws must be applied to all equally.

Olenna Tyrell:
If it's equality you want, so be it. When House Tyrell stops sending our crops to the capital, everyone here will starve. And I'll make sure the hungry know who's to blame.

High Sparrow:
Have you ever sowed the field, Lady Olenna? Have you ever reaped the grain? Has anyone in House Tyrell? A lifetime of wealth and power has left you blind in one eye. You are the few, we are the many. And when the many stop fearing the few...