Game of Thrones, Season 4

[Oberyn gets angry when he hears two soldiers singing "The Rains of Castamere" in the whorehouse and comes looking for them]

First Lannister soldier :
Lost, friend?

Oberyn Martell:
[smiles] Forgive me for staring. I don't see many Lannisters where I'm from.

First Lannister soldier:
[smirks] I don't see many Dornishmen in the Capitol-

Oberyn Martell:
[knowingly] We don't like the smell! [laughs ominously, as Ellaria arrives and tries to draw him away]

Ellaria Sand:
Come with me, lover-

Second Lannister soldier:
([assumes Ellaria is a whore]) Gods, look at this one!

Olyvar:
Sirs, if you follow me I'll arrange for a private room-

Second Lannister soldier:
Why are you wasting a woman like this on a Dornishman? [Oberyn and Ellaria, both deeply offended, look at him] Bring him a shaved goat and a bottle of olive oil! [laughs dismissively; Olyvar looks nervous, Oberyn smiles and steps forward as Ellaria watches him]

Oberyn Martell:
You know why all the world hates a Lannister? [both soldiers stand up, their whores leave the room] You think your gold and your lions... and your golden lions make you better than everyone else. [notices the second soldier eyeing his sword, lying on the table] May I tell you a secret? You're not a golden lion. You're just a pink, little man who's far too slow on the draw. [after a long pause, the second soldier makes a grab for his sword, but Oberyn instantly rams a dagger through his wrist, skewering his arm to the table. The soldier screams in agony; the first soldier half-draws his sword, but hesitates as Oberyn leans close to his companion] Long sword is a bad option at close quarters. [looks to the first soldier] When I pull my blade, your friend starts bleeding - quite a lot, I'm afraid; so many veins in the wrist. [he twists the dagger slightly, causing the soldier to scream again] He'll live if you get him help, straightaway. So... [grins as Tyrion Lannister enters] Decisions.

Tyrion Lannister:
Prince Oberyn! Forgive the intrusion. We heard there might be... [he breaks off as Oberyn wrenches his dagger free, causing the soldier to scream again] ...trouble.

Oberyn Martell:
[to Ellaria] Apologies, my love. [he and Ellaria begin kissing passionately, while Oberyn and Bronn look on awkwardly]

Tyrion Lannister:
I'm here to welcome you to King's Landing... [Eventually, Ellaria and Oberyn acknowledge his presence]

Oberyn Martell:
[indicates Ellaria] My paramour, Ellaria Sand. [to Ellaria, gesturing at Tyrion] The King's own Uncle Imp, Tyrion... son of Tywin Lannister.

Tyrion Lannister:
If there's anything I can do to make your stay in King's Landing-

Oberyn Martell:
[to Bronn] And what are you? His hired killer?

Bronn:
It started that way, aye. Now I'm a knight.

Oberyn Martell:
How did that come to pass?

Bronn:
Killed the right people, I suppose. [Oberyn grins, he and Bronn laugh]