Game of Thrones, Season 7

[Jaime Lannister confronts Olenna Tyrell in the aftermath of Highgarden's conquest]

Olenna Tyrell:
It's done?

Jaime Lannister:
It is.

Olenna Tyrell:
"And now the rains weep o'er our halls." Did we fight well?

Jaime Lannister:
As well as could be expected.

Olenna Tyrell:
It was never really our forte. Golden roses, indeed! Your brother and his new queen thought you would be defending Casterly Rock.

Jaime Lannister:
The truth is Casterly Rock isn't worth much any more. Well, it is to me, but my fond childhood memories won't keep Cersei on the Iron Throne.

Olenna Tyrell:
So you just let them take it?

Jaime Lannister:
For now. They won't be able to hold it. Euron Greyjoy's navy burnt their ships, we emptied the larders before we left. Eventually, they'll be forced to abandon their position and march all the way across Westeros.

Olenna Tyrell:
And you took your army, your real army and went where they weren't.

Jaime Lannister:
As Robb Stark did to me at Whispering Wood. There are always lessons in failure.

Olenna Tyrell:
Yes. You must be very wise by now.

Jaime Lannister:
My father always said I was a slow learner.

Olenna Tyrell:
If he was so clever, why didn't he take Highgarden the moment your gold mines ran dry? I suppose I'll be able to ask him myself soon enough. No more learning from my mistakes, eh? How will you do it? With that sword? That was Joffrey's, wasn't it? Not that he ever used it. What did he call it?

Jaime Lannister:
Widow's Wail.

Olenna Tyrell:
He really was a cunt, wasn't he? I did unspeakable things to protect my family, or watched them being done on my orders. I never lost a night's sleep over them; they were necessary and whatever I imagined necessary for the safety of House Tyrell, I did. But your sister has done things I wasn't capable of imagining. That was my prize mistake; a failure of imagination. She's a monster. You do know that?

Jaime Lannister:
To you, I'm sure. To others as well. But after we've won, and there's no one left to oppose us, when people are living peacefully in the world she built, do you really think they'll wring their hands over the way she built it?

Olenna Tyrell:
You love her. You really do love her. You poor fool. She'll be the end of you.

Jaime Lannister:
Possibly. Not much to be gained from discussing it with you, is there?

Olenna Tyrell:
What better person to discuss it with? What better guarantee do you have that the things you say will never leave this room? But perhaps you're right. If she's driven you this far, then it's gone beyond your control.

Jaime Lannister:
Yes. It has.

Olenna Tyrell:
She's a disease. I regret my role in spreading it. You will too.

Jaime Lannister:
I think we're done here.

Olenna Tyrell:
How will it happen?

Jaime Lannister:
Cersei had several ideas. Whipping you through the streets and beheading you in front of the Red Keep. Flaying you alive and hanging you from the walls of King's Landing. I talked her out of those. [Jaime pours a vial of poison into a wine glass]

Olenna Tyrell:
Will there be pain?

Jaime Lannister:
No. I made sure of that.

Olenna Tyrell:
That's good. [she drinks the poison] I'd hate to die like your son. Clawing at my neck, foam and bile spilling from my mouth, eyes blood-red, skin purple. Must have been horrible for you, as a Kingsguard, as a father. It was horrible enough for me, a shocking scene. Not at all what I intended. You see, I'd never seen the poison work before. Tell Cersei. I want her to know it was me.