Game of Thrones, Season 3

Olenna Tyrell:
Here, Sansa, come sit with me. I'm much less boring than these others. Do you know my son? The Lord of Highgarden?

Sansa Stark:
I haven't had the pleasure.

Olenna Tyrell:
No great pleasure, believe me. A ponderous oaf. His father was an oaf as well. My husband, the late Lord Luthor. He managed to ride off a cliff whilst hawking. They say he was looking up at the sky and paying no mind to where his horse was taking him. And now my son is doing the same, only this time he's riding a lion instead of a horse. Now... I want you to tell me the truth about this royal boy, this Joffrey.

Sansa Stark:
I... I...

Olenna Tyrell:
You, you. Who else would know better? We've heard some troubling tales. Is there any truth to them? Has this boy mistreated you? [Sansa remains silent] Has he ripped out your tongue?

Sansa Stark:
Joff- King Joffrey, he-- His Grace is very fair and handsome and as brave as a lion.

Olenna Tyrell:
Yes, all Lannisters are lions. And when a Tyrell farts, it smells like a rose. But how kind is he? How clever? Has he a good heart, a gentle hand?

Margaery Tyrell:
I'm to be his wife. I only want to know what that means.

Olenna Tyrell:
[to a servant] Bring me some cheese.

Servant:
The cheese will be served after the cakes, my lady.

Olenna Tyrell:
The cheese will be served when I want it served. And I want it served now. [to Sansa] Are you frightened, child? No need for that. We're only women here. Tell us the truth. No harm will come to you.

Sansa Stark:
My father always told the truth.

Olenna Tyrell:
Yes, he had that reputation. And they named him traitor and took his head.

Sansa Stark:
Joffrey. Joffrey did that. He promised he would be merciful and he cut my father's head off. And he said that was mercy. Then he took me up on the walls and made me look at it.

Margaery Tyrell:
Go on.

Sansa Stark:
I- I can't. I never meant- my father was a traitor. My brother as well. I have traitor's blood. Please don't make me say anymore.

Margaery Tyrell:
She's terrified, Grandmother. Just look at her.

Olenna Tyrell:
Speak freely, child. We would never betray your confidence, I swear it.

Sansa Stark:
He's a monster.

Olenna Tyrell:
Ah. That's a pity.

Sansa Stark:
Please, don't stop the wedding.

Olenna Tyrell:
Have no fear. The Lord Oaf of Highgarden is determined that Margaery shall be queen. Even so, we thank you for the truth. Ah, here comes my cheese.