Jaime Lannister: To tell you the truth, this isn't so bad. Four walls. A pot to piss in. I was chained to a wooden post, covered in my own shit, for months.
Tyrion Lannister: Is that supposed to make me feel better?
Jaime Lannister: Maybe a bit.
Jaime Lannister: I'm sorry I didn't come sooner.
Tyrion Lannister: It's complicated, yes. So how is our sister?
Tyrion Lannister: How do you think? Her son died in her arms.
Tyrion Lannister: "Her" son?
Jaime Lannister: Don't.