Game of Thrones, Season 1

[The Lannisters are stymied by Robb Stark's recent victories, and Jamie Lannister has been captured]

Tywin Lannister:
They have my son.

Tyrion Lannister:
The Stark boy appears to be less green than we'd hoped.

Harys Swift:
I'm told his wolf killed a dozen men and as many horses!

Addam Marband:
Is it true about Stannis and Renly?

Kevan Lannister:
Both Baratheon brothers have taken up against us. Jaime captured, his armies scattered...it's a catastrophe. Perhaps we should sue for peace.

Tyrion Lannister:
[knocks his glass to the floor, shattering it] There's your peace. Joffrey saw to that when he decided to remove Ned Stark's head. You'll have an easier time drinking out of that cup than you will bringing Robb Stark to the table now. He's winning, in case you hadn't noticed.

Kevan Lannister:
I'm told we still have his sisters...

Harys Swift:
The first order of business is ransoming Ser Jaime!

Addam Marband:
No truces, we can't afford to look weak. We should march on them at once!

Kevan Lannister:
First, we must return to Casterly Rock and raise-

[The Lannister lords begin arguing about what to do next]

Tywin Lannister:
THEY HAVE MY SON! [All fall silent] Get out, all of you. [to Tyrion] Not you. [Tyrion takes a seat] You were right about Eddard Stark; if he were alive, we could've used him to broker a peace with Winterfell and Riverrun, which would have given us more time to deal with Robert's brothers, but now? Madness, madness and stupidity! [pause] I always thought you were a stunted fool. Perhaps I was wrong.

Tyrion Lannister:
Half wrong. I'm new to strategy, but unless we want to be surrounded by three armies, it appears we can't stay here.

Tywin Lannister:
No one will stay here. Ser Gregor will head out with five hundred riders and set the riverlands on fire from Gods' Eye to the Red Fork. The rest of us will regroup at Harrenhal, and you will go to King's Landing.

Tyrion Lannister:
And do what?!

Tywin Lannister:
Rule. You will serve as Hand of the King in my stead; you'll bring that boy-king to heel and his mother too, if needs be. And if you get so much as a whiff of treason from any of the rest- Baelish, Varys, Pycelle-

Tyrion Lannister:
Heads, spikes, walls. Why not my uncle? Why not anyone?! Why me?

Tywin Lannister:
You're my son.