War Is Coming Communications.

I think I need a dress. But not a cupcake one.

Scratch using Simon as our clearance guy for the search. I don't trust him.

[Filtered against evil, Moriarty, Katherine and Lannister-blooded people]

I need a bloody night out. Doreah! We're going to that club tonight! If anyone else wishes to join in the dancing and drinking and orgy, join us at [insert address]. Well, the orgy is optional. Willing participants only!

Anders, make sure we get home safely, please?


[Felicia]

After I get over the impending hangover I will have tomorrow, I need new shinies. Like, several of them. You in?

Can't say I remember a time when I was this bored.

River, where
Hello, I'm a fugitive from justice who has somehow found himself on what, judging from the technology, is a planet so far on the outer rim that...I'm sorry, an illustrative example is eluding me at the moment. Has anyone seen a small girl, brown hair, brown eyes, you'll recognize her from the wanted posters. I'd appreciate if you could direct me to her and not turn us in to the friendly patrolmen offering a reward.
Gao yang jong duh goo yang* I do not need

Hello. I seem to have found myself in this city somewhat unexpectedly. I was wondering if someone could direct me to the nearest spaceport or off-planet comm device?

[[*motherless goat of all motherless goats]]

王八蛋. Where the hell am I?

[Son of a bitch]