Olenna Tyrell : The last time a Tyrell came to Dorne, he was assassinated. Hundred red scorpions, was it?
Ellaria Sand : You have nothing to fear from us, Lady Olenna.
Olenna Tyrell : You murder your own prince, but you expect me to trust you?
Obara Sand : We invited you to Dorne because we needed your help. You came to Dorne because you needed our help.
Olenna Tyrell : What is your name again? Barbaro?
Obara Sand : Obara.
Olenna Tyrell : [nods] Obara. You look like an angry little boy. Don't presume to tell me what I need.
Nymeria Sand : Forgive my sister. What she lacks in diplomacy, she makes...
Olenna Tyrell : Do shut up, dear.
[Olenna turns to Tyene]
Olenna Tyrell : Anything from you?
[Tyene opens her mouth, but before she can say even one word, Olenna interrupts her]
Olenna Tyrell : No? Good. Let the grown women speak.
Ellaria Sand : The Lannisters have declared war on House Tyrell. They have declared war on Dorne. We must be allies now if we wish to survive.
Olenna Tyrell : Cersei stole the future from me. She killed my son. She killed my grandson. She killed my granddaughter. Survival is not what I'm after now.
Ellaria Sand : You're absolutely right. I chose the wrong words. It is not survival I offer. It is your heart's desire.
[Ellaria rings a bell]
Olenna Tyrell : [smiles] And what is my heart's desire?
Ellaria Sand : Vengeance.
Ellaria Sand : Justice.
[to Olenna's surprise, Varys appears. He looks at Olenna gravely]
Lord Varys : Fire and Blood.