Nejlepší hláška celé Ságy
Každý ví, co je to hláška. Někteří z nás se jimi ostatně jen hemží. I G.R.R. Martin ukázal, že když se rozdávala vtipná kaše, šel si pro nášup.
Takže vzpomínejte, listujte, pište.
Podmínkou je přesná citace a v závorce situace, v jaké se odehrává.
Začnu mým skromným příspěvkem, myslím, že dostatečně známým:
"Hodor!" (Hodor) :lol:
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Cersei Lannister:
Jaime told me about the day King's Landing fell. He was sitting on the Iron Throne and you made him give it up. All you needed to do was climb those steps yourself. Such a sad mistake...
Eddard Stark:
I've made many mistakes in my life, but that wasn't one of them.
Eddard Stark:
You will marry a high lord and rule his castle, and your sons shall be knights, and princes, and lords.
Arya Stark:
No, that’s not me.
druhý je krásne zahraný.
„Tyrion mi jednou řekl, že děvky tě většinou nelíbají. Ošukají tě naslepo, ale nikdy nepřiloží rty na tvoje. Myslíš si, že moje sestra líbá Černokotlého?“
Ser Ilyn neodpověděl.
To děvče je silné jako Gregor Clegane, i když ne tak pohledné.
Tyrion: “I need a piss.” ...
“He pisses well, at least,” a voice observed.
“Pissing is the least of my talents. You ought to see me shit.” He turned to Magister Illyrio. “Are these two known to you, magister? They look like outlaws. Should I find my axe?”
“Your axe?” exclaimed the larger of the riders ... “Did you hear that, Haldon? The little man wants to fight with us!”
“Small men oft feel a need to prove their courage with unseemly boasts,” he declared. “I doubt if he could kill a duck.”
Tyrion shrugged. “Fetch the duck.”
“If you insist.” The rider glanced at his companion.
The brawny man unsheathed a bastard sword. “I’m Duck, you mouthy little pisspot.”
Oh, gods be good. “I had a smaller duck in mind.”
"Když to říkáš. Nepřísluší mi pochybovat o slovu tak čestného rytíře."
…They were seven, facing three. In the dream as it had been in life. Yet these were no ordinary three. They waited before the round tower, the red mountains of Dorne at their backs, their white cloaks blowing in the wind. And these were no shadows; their faces burned clear, even now. Ser Arthur Dayne, the Sword of the Morning, had a sad smile on his lips. The hilt of the greatsword Dawn poked up over his right shoulder. Ser Oswell Whent was on one knee, sharpening his blade with a whetstone. Across his white-enameled helm, the black bat of his House spread its wings. Between them stood fierce old Ser Gerold Hightower, the White Bull, Lord Commander of the Kingsguard….
… “The Kingsguard does not flee.”
“Then or now,” said Ser Arthur. He donned his helm.
“We swore a vow,” explained old Ser Gerold."
“I learned from the White Bull and Barristan the Bold,” Jaime snapped. “I learned from Ser Arthur Dayne, the Sword of the Morning, who could have slain all five of you with his left hand while he was taking a piss with his right.”
Renly: But Robert loves his killing. And he is the king.
Loras: How did that ever happen?
Renly: Because he loves his killing. And he used to be good at it.
Tehdy se Cersei dala do pláče.
Tyrion Lannister nemohl být víc ohromen, ani kdyby do místnosti vtrhl sám Aegon Dobyvatel, jedoucí na drakovi a žonglující s citronovými koláči.
(Rozhovor Cersei s Tyrionem, poté co se dozvěděla, že chce Myrcellu poslat Dornům)
Joffrey: What loss?
Tyrion: Your royal father? A large fierce man with a black beard; you'll recall him if you try. He was king before you.
:)