Rhaelia after the Harrenhal Tourney
(Note: I worte this before everybody lost their shit because of the Mad King Play.)
Rhaegar: "Shit! Is the babe coming?"
Elia:" WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT?!"
Rhaegar: "What was what?"
Elia: "Queen of Love and Beauty? REALLY!?"
Rhaegar: "Wait. You wanted those ugly flowers for yourself?"
Elia: "My dear dumbass husband, did you ever think of the optics of this?"
Elia: "That poor girl was embarrassed as fuck too. Crush or not."
Rhaegar: "Huh? I mean she is cute and all, but that was just for her great performance at the tourney. I thought she deserved a prize of her own. I could hardly reveal her as the 'Laughing Tree Knight', that wouldn't have been right."
Elia: "I think her and everyone else might have taken that differently."
Rhaegar: His two braincells fighting for life. "What do you mean she's got a crush?"
Rhaegar: "You mean like being into me?"
Elia: Sighs. "She is four and ten and was crying over your stupid songs."
Elia: "You really are too autistic to function."
Elia: "Childbirth is the worst."
Rhaegar: Holding Aegon. "You didn't die though."
Elia: "How inconvenient."
Rhaegar: "Now don't talk like that."
Elia: "I will die the next time for sure. Even the maesters agree."
Rhaegar: "Then there wont be a next time."
Rhaegar: "How do we get the third dragonhead now though?"
Rhaegar: "You really think that Northern girl was into me?"
Elia: ... Takes her slipper off.
Rhaegar: "Hey what's with the shoe?"
Elia: Coming after him despite great post-partum pain. "Seven save me ..."