Bronn: Will you shut up? There’s hill tribes all around here.
Tyrion: If I’m going to die, it may as well be with a song in my heart.
Bronn: I should just take your food and leave you here. Eh? What would you do then?
Tyrion: Starve, most likely.
Bronn: You don’t think I’d do it, do you?
Tyrion: What do you want, Bronn? Gold? Women?.. Golden women?
These two are excellent. Also I have spent the past six hours catching up on Game of Thrones, but that’s beside the point.