The Best Olyvar Quotes

Margaery: [pouts as she walks in on her brother on bed with his male lover] We're late for dinner as it is.
Loras: You're very respectful.
Margaery: I'm very hungry.
[closes: ]
Margaery: What's your name?
Olyvar: Olyvar, my lady.
Margaery: I'm afraid my brother is keeping the king waiting... Olyvar.
Olyvar: [kisses his paramour one last time, then acknowledges:] My lady.
Margaery: [regards his naked body in a bemused way as he walks towards door, opens it and leaves, then looks at her brother:] Perhaps you might consider being a bit discreet?
Loras: Why? They all know about me anyway. Everybody knows everything about everyone. What's the point of trying to keep a secret in a place like this?
Margaery: In any event, you shouldn't keep your intended waiting.
Loras: My intended? Please! Tywin's dead. That means no one can force Cercei to marry me.
Margaery: Lucky you.
Loras: Unlucky you.
Margaery: You think I want that woman to marry my brother?
Loras: If she doesn't marry me, she doesn't go to Highgarden. Which means she stays in King's Landing. Which means you're trapped here with Cercei Lannister as your mother by law.
Margaery: Perhaps.
Loras: Perhaps?
Margaery: Perhaps.

Oberyn: [perusing trio of prostitutes] Look at this one. How lovely is she?
Ellaria: Beautiful. But pale.
Oberyn: We like them pale in the capital.
[slips off the girl's robe]
Oberyn: Shows they don't work the fields.
Ellaria: [to the young girl] Do I frighten you?
[the girl shakes her head]
Oberyn: [to Ellaria] You like?
Ellaria: Timid. Timid bores me.
Oberyn: Mm.
[moves on to the next, a redhead]
Oberyn: You're a bit of mischief, aren't you?
[to: ]
Oberyn: I think she likes you.
[slips this girl's robe off as well]
Ellaria: She's got good taste.
Oberyn: [to the redhead] You're not timid, are you?
Ellaria: [laughs merrily as the agile girl places her bare foot on the back of her own head] Not timid.
Oberyn: Do you like women?
Whore: When they look like her, my lord.
Ellaria: This one will do nicely.
Olyvar: Very good, my lady.
Ellaria: Oh, I'm not a lady.
Olyvar: A term of courtesy in this establishment.
Ellaria: A lie anywhere. Why not use the right words? I'm a bastard. She is a whore. And you're what?
Olyvar: A procurer. Any of the others?
Oberyn: [sighs] The two girls can leave.
[Olyvar snaps his fingers to shoo away the two girls not chosen]
Oberyn: You stay.

Ellaria: [gets passed up during orgy] No?
Olyvar: I'm sorry. You're lovely. I just never acquired the taste.
Oberyn: You're calling my beauty an acquired taste?
Ellaria: That's quite all right, lover. There's more for you.
Oberyn: [to Olyvar] Your loss.
[chuckles]
Olyvar: You like them both the same? Boys and girls?
Oberyn: Does that surprise you?
Olyvar: Everyone has a preference.
Oberyn: Then everyone is missing half the world's pleasure.
[looks at the two girls happily engaged in kissing each other passionately]
Oberyn: The gods made that, and it delights me. The gods made this,
[slaps Olyvar's bare hip]
Oberyn: and it delights me. When it comes to war, I fight for Dorne. When it comes to love, I don't choose sides.