Game of Thrones, Season 1

Robert Baratheon:
Back in our day, you weren't a real man until you f***ed one girl from each of the Seven Kingdoms and the Riverlands. We used to call it 'Making the Eight'.

Renly Baratheon:
[sarcastic] Those were some lucky girls.

Robert Baratheon:
You ever make the eight, Barristan?

Barristan Selmy:
I don't believe so, Your Grace.

Robert Baratheon:
[laughs] Those were the days.

Renly Baratheon:
Which days exactly? The ones where half of Westeros fought the other half and millions died? Or before that, when the Mad King slaughtered women and babies because the voices in his head told him they deserved it? Or way before that, when dragons burned whole cities to the ground!

Robert Baratheon:
Easy boy. You might be my brother, but you're speaking to the King.

Renly Baratheon:
I suppose it was all rather heroic, if you were drunk enough and had some poor Riverlands whore to shove your prick inside and "make the eight".