Natalie Dormer credited as playing...
Margaery Tyrell
- [Joffrey humiliates Tyrion]
- Joffrey Baratheon: Kneel. Kneel before your king.
- [Tyrion looks up disdainfully]
- Joffrey Baratheon: Kneel.
- [Tyrion and Joffrey glare at each other tensely]
- Joffrey Baratheon: I said... KNEEL!
- Margaery Tyrell: [breaking the uncomfortable silence] Look, the pie!
- [Tyrion serves wine to Joffrey]
- Joffrey Baratheon: [drinks] Mmm. Good. Needs washing down.
- Tyrion Lannister: If it please, your Grace, Lady Sansa is very tired...
- Joffrey Baratheon: No.
- [Joffrey coughs]
- Joffrey Baratheon: You'll wait here... un...
- Tyrion Lannister: Your Grace?
- [Joffrey sips more wine]
- Joffrey Baratheon: It's nothing!
- [Joffrey gasps for breath. Margaery sees shock on his face]
- Margaery Tyrell: He's choking!
- [Tywin and Cersei shift their chairs in a panic]
- Olenna Tyrell: Help the poor boy!
- [Joffrey staggers from the table, dying, choking and dropping the goblet]
- Olenna Tyrell: Idiots! Help your king!
- Jaime Lannister: Move away!
- [Joffrey collapses, convulsing and vomiting]
- Jaime Lannister: Joffrey! Joffrey!
- Cersei Lannister: Help him! Someone help him!
- Jaime Lannister: Joffrey!
- Cersei Lannister: Joffrey!
- [Dontos appears behind Sansa]
- Dontos Hollard: Come with me now.
- Cersei Lannister: Joffrey! Joffrey!
- Dontos Hollard: [to Sansa] If you want to live, we have to leave.
- Cersei Lannister: Don't touch him! Joffrey! Please! My God, what is it? Help him!
- [Joffrey points accusingly at Tyrion, who is examining the goblet]
- [Brienne approaches Joffrey. She bows, somewhat clumsily]
- Brienne of Tarth: [to Cersei] Your Grace.
- [Cersei smirks]
- Brienne of Tarth: [to Joffrey] My king.
- Brienne of Tarth: [to Margaery] My queen.
- [Margaery rises and offers her hand to Brienne]
- Margaery Tyrell: Lady Brienne.
- [Brienne shakes Margaery's hand]
- Margaery Tyrell: So good of you to come.
- Brienne of Tarth: [smiles] I'm no lady, your Grace.
- Cersei Lannister: [smiles teasingly] Did you just bow?
- Brienne of Tarth: [calmly] Apologies, your Grace. I never did master the curtsy.
- Joffrey Baratheon: [points at Brienne] You're the one who put a sword through Renly Baratheon.
- Margaery Tyrell: That's not true, my love. Brienne had nothing to do with it.
- Joffrey Baratheon: [sneers] A shame. I'd knight the man that put an end to that deviant's life.
- Brienne of Tarth: I just wanted to congratulate you both and wish you good fortune. The country has been at war too long. I hope your reign is long and peaceful.
- Joffrey Baratheon: [bored] Yes, yes.
- Margaery Tyrell: [warmly] Thank you. I hope we see more of you.