The buzz about Lord Tyrion
[Scene shifts to the Winterfell great hall where a great banquet is being prepared.]
CATELYN: We need plenty of candles for Lord Tyrion’s chamber. I’m told he reads all night.
MAESTER LUWIN: I’m told he drinks all night.
CATELYN: How much could he possibly drink? A man of his … stature.
LUWIN: We’ve brought up eight barrels of ale from the cellar. Perhaps we’ll find out.
CATELYN: In any case, candles.
The buzz about the queen
and Prince Joffrey
[Scene shifts to Robb, Theon, and Jon getting barbered.]
JON: Why’s your mother so dead-set on us getting pretty for the king?
THEON: It’s for the queen, I bet. I hear she’s [sleek as a mink?]
ROBB: I hear the prince is a royal prick.
THEON: Think of all those southern girls he gets to stab with his royal prick.
ROBB: Go on, Tommy, shave him good. He’s never met a girl he likes better than his own hair.