How I have yearned for the sound of your sweet voice,” Tyrion sighed to her. “How I have yearned to have that eunuch’s tongue pulled out with hot pincers,” Cersei replied.
You'll find truth in your looking glass, not on the tongues of men.
So be it. I'll wear my iron and hold my tongue. A man who won't listen can't hear.
Contempt, thought Tyrion, the universal tongue.