Jaime: My point is, we don't choose whom we love. It just well... it's beyond our control. I sound like an idiot.
Myrcella: No you don't.
Jaime: What I'm trying to say. What I'm trying and failing to say...
Myrcella: I know what you're trying to say.
Jaime: No, I'm afraid you don't.
Myrcella: I do. I know about you and mother. I think a part of me always knew and I'm glad. I'm glad that you are my father.

Prince Doran: King Tommen insists on his sister's return to the capital.
Jaime: I'm afraid he does.
Prince Doran: I can not disobey my king's command. She will return with you to King's Landing and my son, Prince Trystane will accompany you both. If the alliance between the Iron Throne and Dorne is to continue, their engagement must stand.
Jaime: I accept.

Cersei: There are only two like it in the world. The one I'm wearing and the one I gave to Myrcella.
Jaime: It's a threat.
Cersei: Of course it's a threat. Our daughter's alone in Dorne surrounded by people who hate our family. It's a threat.

Cersei: The man who murdered our father, he tore us apart. He's the enemy. I've been telling you for years, you've been defending him for years.
Jaime: This is exactly what they want.
Cersei: And now our father is dead, and that little monster is out there somewhere drawing breath. Did you set him free? Tyrion may be a monster, but at least he killed our father on purpose. You killed him by mistake, a stupidity.

Tyrion: You're the golden son. You can kill a king, lose a hand, fuck your own sister, you'll always be the golden son.
Jaime: Careful, I'm the last friend you've got.

Tyrion: So, should I turn around and close my eyes?
Jaime: Depends, did you do it?
Tyrion: The King Slayer Brothers, you like it? I like it. You really asking if I killed your son?
Jaime: You really asking if I'd kill my brother?

Jaime: I suppose you want the sword back.
Tywin: Keep it. A one handed man with no family needs all the help he can get.

Has anyone ever told you you're as boring as you are ugly?

Jaime: Three victories don't make you a conquerer.
Robb: It's better than three defeats.

There are no men like me. Only me.

You look lovely tonight Lady Stark. Widowhood becomes you. Your bed must be lonely, is that why you came? I'm not at my best, but I think I could be of service. Here, slip out of that gown and we'll see if I'm up to it.

Jaime: I'm looking for my brother. You remember my brother, don't you Lord Stark? Blond hair, sharp of tongue, short man.
Ned: I remember him well.
Jaime: It seems he had some trouble on the road. You wouldn't know what happened to him, would you?
Ned: He was taken at my command, to answer for his crimes.