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No, no, come to my chambers and I will examine you personally.
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- She'll do no such thing. - Oh, Your Grace.
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Yes, well, this young lady sought my advice...
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You should see Qyburn. He's quite good.
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- Your Grace. - Qyburn? Deplorable man.
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Brought shame on the Citadel with his repugnant experiments.
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More repugnant than your gnarled fingers on that girl's thighs?
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Your Grace, I am a man of learning.
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My little brother had you sent to the Black Cells
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when you annoyed him.
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What do you think I could do to you if you annoyed me?
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I never meant to annoy anyone.