We go home with an army, sweet sister. With Khal Drogo's army, that is how we go home. And if you must wed him and bed him for that, you will. I'd let his whole khalasar, fuck you if need be, sweet sister, all forty thousand men, and their horses too if that was what it took to get my army.

No, you cannot touch me, I am the dragon, the dragon, and I will be crowned!

You were supposed to be my wife, to bear me children with silver hair and purple eyes,  to keep the blood of the dragon pure. I took care of you. I taught you who you were. I fed you. I sold our mother's crown to keep you fed.