Game of Thrones, Season 3

[At a Small Council meeting]

Tywin Lannister:
What news of Jaime? [All the others remain silent] Twenty thousand unwashed Northerners have known about his escape for weeks. Collectively, you control more spies and informants than the rest of the world combined. Do you mean to tell me that none of you has any notion where he is?

Varys:
We are trying, my lord-

Tywin Lannister:
Try harder! What do we have then?

Varys:
Robb Stark and most of his bannermen are in Riverrun for the funeral of his grandfather, Lord Hoster Tully. In Stark's absence, Roose Bolton holds Harrenhal...[Varys smirks at Littlefinger] which would make him Lord of Harrenhal, in practice if not in name-

Tywin Lannister:
Let him have it; the name suits our purposes far more than that useless pile of rubble. The Lord of Harrenhal will make a worthy suitor for the widow Arryn.

Littlefinger:
For which I am extremely grateful to you, my lord. Lady Arryn and I have known each other since we were children; she has always been...positively predisposed towards me.

Grand Maester Pycelle:
A successful courtship would make Lord Baelish Acting Lord of the Vale.

Littlefinger:
Titles do seem to breed titles.

Tywin Lannister:
You'll leave for the Eyrie as soon as possible and bring Lysa Arryn into the fold, then the Young Wolf can add his own aunt to the list of people who've taken up arms against him!

Tyrion Lannister:
Far be it from me to hinder true love, but Lord Baelish's absence would present certain problems. The royal wedding may end up being the most expensive event in living memory. Summer had ended, hard days lie ahead, not a good time to leave the crown's finances unattended.

Tywin Lannister:
Fully agreed, which is why I am naming you Master of Coin. [Cersei sn*ggers]

Tyrion Lannister:
Master of Coin?!

Tywin Lannister:
It would appear to be a position that best suits your...talents.

Tyrion Lannister:
I'm quite good at spending money, but a lifetime of outrageous wealth hasn't taught me about managing it!

Cersei Lannister:
[sarcastic] I have no doubt you will prove equal to this challenge.

Grand Maester Pycelle:
[also sarcastic] Hear, hear!