Game of Thrones, Season 4

Oberyn Martell:
Your Grace. Lord Tywin.

Tywin Lannister:
Prince Oberyn.

Oberyn Martell:
I don't believe you have met Ellaria. This is the Lord Hand Tywin Lannister and Cersei Lannister the Queen Regent. I suppose it is former Queen Regent now. Lord Hand and Lady Cersei, Ellaria Sand.

Ellaria Sand:
My lord. My lady.

Tywin Lannister:
Charmed.

Cersei Lannister:
Can't say I've ever met a Sand before. (Ellaria glares at her)

Ellaria Sand:
We are everywhere in Dorne. I have 10,000 brothers and sisters.

Oberyn Martell:
Bastards are born of passion, aren't they? We don't despise them in Dorne.

Cersei Lannister:
No? How tolerant of you.

Oberyn Martell:
I expect it is a relief, Lady Cersei, giving up your regal responsibilities. Wearing the crown for so many years must have left your neck a bit crooked.

Cersei Lannister:
I suppose you'll never know, Prince Oberyn. It's a shame your older brother couldn't attend the wedding.

Tywin Lannister:
(hastily) Please give him our regards. With any luck, the gout will abate with time and he will be able to walk again.

Oberyn Martell:
They call it the rich man's disease. A wonder you don't have it, Lord Tywin.

Tywin Lannister:
Noblemen in my part of the country don't enjoy the same lifestyle as our counterparts in Dorne.

Oberyn Martell:
People everywhere have their differences. In some places the highborn frown upon those of low birth. In other places, the rape and murder of women and children is considered...distasteful. What a fortunate thing for you, former Queen Regent, that your daughter Myrcella has been sent to live in the latter sort of place. (Cersei's smile vanishes)