The Lion and the Rose

[at Joffrey's wedding, Loras exchanges flirtatious gazes with Oberyn Martell. He walks backwards and bumps into Jaime]

Loras Tyrell: Ser Jaime, I'm very sorry.

Jaime Lannister: Ser Loras, it's quite all right.

[Jaime watches Margaery]

Jaime Lannister: Your sister looks very beautiful.

Loras Tyrell: As does yours.

Jaime Lannister: So... looking forward to your wedding?

[Loras pauses slightly before answering]

Loras Tyrell: Yes, very much.

Jaime Lannister: Our fathers are both rather keen on the prospect.

Loras Tyrell: They certainly are.

Jaime Lannister: Perhaps they should get married.

[they chuckle]

Jaime Lannister: If you were to marry Cersei, she'd murder you in your sleep.

[Loras' smile fades and he frowns]

Jaime Lannister: If you somehow managed to put a child in her first, she'd murder him, too, long before he drew his first breath. Luckily for you, none of this will happen because you'll never marry her.

Loras Tyrell: [nods] And neither will you.

[Loras walks away]