Game of Thrones, Season 2

Lancel Lannister:
Where's our fleet?!

Tyrion Lannister:
On their way.

Joffrey Baratheon:
Why isn't it here now?! They're coming! [Tyrion ignores him] Hound, tell the Hand that his King has asked him a question.

Sandor Clegane:
(sighs) The King has asked you a question.

Tyrion Lannister:
Ser Lancel, tell the Hound to tell the King that the Hand is extremely busy.

Lancel Lannister:
[to Sandor] The Hand would like me to tell you, to tell the King-

Joffrey Baratheon:
If I tell the Hound to cut you in half, he'll do it without a second thought.

Tyrion Lannister:
That would make me the "Quarter Man"; just doesn't have the same ring to it. Cut me in half and I won't be able to give the signal. No signal, no plan. No plan and Stannis Baratheon sacks this city, takes the Iron Throne, puts your pinched little head atop a gate somewhere. It might be quite amusing, except my head would be up there too! I've never much liked my head, but I don't want to see it removed just yet.