(Men grunting)
Victor: "HAH!"
Loser: "SEVEN HELLS!"
Joffrey: "Barbaric!"
Tyrion: "Brilliant!"
Tyrion: "Come nephew, let us belly up to the bar!"
Bar Fly: "So I says to Red Malik, I says..."
Bar Fly: "...this one ain't worth our trouble, but 'er sister on the other hand..."
Tyrion: "Excuse me, barkeep!"
Tyrion: "I'd like two drinks, my good man."
Tyrion: "One for me..."
Tyrion: "...and one for my nephew here. It is his sixteenth nameday!"
Barkeep: "Alright then, what'll it be?"
Joffrey: "Give me a glass of Dornish summerwine."
Barkeep: "Don' 'ave any."
Joffrey: "Arbor Gold, then."
Barkeep: "Don' 'ave that, either."
Joffrey: "Surely you carry Myrish sour red!"
Barkeep: "Nope."
Tyrion: "Perhaps you can save us all the headache and tell us what you do serve."
SFX: Clack!
Next week: Joffrey's first drink!
18 days...