[Brienne approaches Joffrey. She bows, somewhat clumsily]
Brienne of Tarth : [to Cersei] Your Grace.
Brienne of Tarth : [to Joffrey] My king.
Brienne of Tarth : [to Margaery] My queen.
[Margaery rises and offers her hand to Brienne]
Margaery Tyrell : Lady Brienne.
[Brienne shakes Margaery's hand]
Margaery Tyrell : So good of you to come.
Brienne of Tarth : [smiles] I'm no lady, your Grace.
Cersei Lannister : [smiles teasingly] Did you just bow?
Brienne of Tarth : [calmly] Apologies, your Grace. I never did master the curtsy.
Joffrey Baratheon : [points at Brienne] You're the one who put a sword through Renly Baratheon.
Margaery Tyrell : That's not true, my love. Brienne had nothing to do with it.
Joffrey Baratheon : [sneers] A shame. I'd knight the man that put an end to that deviant's life.
Brienne of Tarth : I just wanted to congratulate you both and wish you good fortune. The country has been at war too long. I hope your reign is long and peaceful.
Joffrey Baratheon : [bored] Yes, yes.
Margaery Tyrell : [warmly] Thank you. I hope we see more of you.
Joffrey Baratheon : [being served wine by Tyrion] Mmm. Good. Needs washing down.
Tyrion Lannister : If it please, your Grace, Lady Sansa is very tired...
Joffrey Baratheon : No.
Joffrey Baratheon : You'll wait here... un...
Tyrion Lannister : Your Grace?
Joffrey Baratheon : It's nothing!
[He gasps for breath. Margaery sees shock on his face]
Margaery Tyrell : He's choking!
[Tywin and Cersei shift their chairs in a panic]
Olenna Tyrell : Help the poor boy!
[Joffrey staggers from the table, dying, choking and dropping the goblet]
Olenna Tyrell : Idiots! Help your King!
Jaime Lannister : Move away!
[Joffrey collapses, convulsing and vomiting]
Jaime Lannister : Joffrey! Joffrey!
Cersei Lannister : Help him! Someone help him!
Jaime Lannister : Joffrey!
Cersei Lannister : Joffrey!
Dontos Hollard : [Dontos appears behind Sansa] Come with me now.
Cersei Lannister : Joffrey! Joffrey!
Dontos Hollard : If you want to live, we have to leave.
Cersei Lannister : Don't touch him! Joffrey! Please! My God, what is it? Help him!
[Joffrey points accusingly to Tyrion, who is examining the goblet]