Game of Thrones, Season 3

Tywin Lannister:
Your sister has learned that your new friends the Tyrells are plotting to marry Sansa Stark to Sir Loras.

Tyrion Lannister:
Very well. She's a lovely girl. Missing some of Loras' favorite bits, but I'm sure they'll make do.

Tywin Lannister:
Your jokes are not appreciated.

Tyrion Lannister:
It wasn't my best, but--

Tywin Lannister:
I bring them into the royal fold and this is how they repay me, by trying to steal the key to the North out from under me.

Tyrion Lannister:
Sansa is the key to the North? I seem to remember she has an older brother.

Tywin Lannister:
The Karstarks have marched home. The Young Wolf has lost half his army. His days are numbered. Theon Greyjoy murdered both his brothers. That makes Sansa Stark the heir to Winterfell. And I am not about to hand her over to the Tyrells.

Tyrion Lannister:
The Tyrell army is helping us to win this war. Do you really think it's wise to refuse them?

Tywin Lannister:
There's nothing to refuse. This is a plot. Plots are not public knowledge. And the Tyrells won't carry this one out until after Joffrey's wedding. We need to act first and kill this union in its crib.

Tyrion Lannister:
And how do we do that?

Tywin Lannister:
We find Sansa Stark a different husband.

Tyrion Lannister:
Wonderful.

Cersei Lanniser:
[smiling] Yes, it is.

Tyrion Lannister:
[after a long silence] You can't mean it.

Tywin Lannister:
I can and I do.

Tyrion Lannister:
Joffrey has made this poor girl's life miserable since the day he took her father's head. Now she's finally free of him and you give her to me? That's cruel even for you.

Tywin Lannister:
Do you intend on mistreating her? The girl's happiness is not my concern, nor should it be yours.

Tyrion Lannister:
She's a child!

Cersei Lannister:
She's flowered, I assure you. She and I have discussed it at length.

Tywin Lannister:
There, you see? You will wed her, bed her, and put a child in her. Surely you're capable of that.

Tyrion Lannister:
And if I refuse?

Tywin Lannister:
You wanted to be rewarded for your valor in battle. Sansa Stark is a finer reward than you could ever dare hope for. And it is past time you were wed.

Tyrion Lannister:
[furious ] I was wed. Or don't you remember?

Tywin Lannister:
Only too well.

Cersei Lannister:
You should be thanking the gods for this. This is more than you deserve.

Tywin Lannister:
Tyrion will do as he's bid. As will you.

Cersei Lannister:
What do you mean?

Tywin Lannister:
You'll marry Ser Loras.

Cersee Lannister:
I will not.

Tywin Lannister:
The boy is heir to Highgarden. Tyrion will secure the North, you will secure the Reach.

Cersei Lannnister:
No, I won't do it.

Tywin Lannister:
Yes, you will. You're still fertile. You need to marry again and breed.

Cersei Lannister:
[furious] I am Queen Regent, not some broodmare!

Tywin Lannister:
[shouting] You're my daughter! You will do as I command and you will marry Loras Tyrell and put an end to the disgusting rumors about you once and for all.

Cersei Lannnister:
Father, don't make me do it again, please.

Tywin Lannister:
Not another word. [rises from his seat] My children. You've disgraced the Lannister name for far too long.