Note: this story takes place during book/season two, A Clash of Kings. Minor spoiler alert for anyone who has yet to read the first book, or watch the first season. Enjoy!
Tyrion: "Ah, the Leaky Tankard In..."
Tyrion: "As fine a place as any for a lad's 16th nameday!"
Joffrey: "It looks abhorrent. And why must we wear these rags? It smells like someone died in mine"
Tyrion: "That is likely the case, nephew. But the rags must be worn."
Tyrion: "You're the King now..."
Tyrion: "...and the King must learn the ways of his subjects, the common man."
Joffrey: "And you believe I'll gain this education..."
Joffrey: "In a shit hole like this?"
Tyrion: "If not an education, at least a good roll in the hay."