If there was ever any scene in the seven seasons or Seven Kingdoms of Game of Thrones that’s pure Lannister gold, it’s Tyrion smacking the arrogance out of Joffrey —not one, but three times.
Joffrey Baratheon, who should really be Joffrey Lannister for obvious reasons involving a certain brother and sister who can’t keep their hands off each other, is an entitled little cockroach who just so happens to be next in line to sit in a huge iron chair with a crown perched on his over-glorified golden head. The crown unfortunately does make it to his head after the king is conveniently taken care of in a hunting accident. Even before it does, he is still a nasty, seething life form that crawls around in the bowels of the earth and needs to be exterminated. While Tyrion doesn’t have insecticide (that honor is reserved for Littlefinger), he has this:
What really raises the irony of this scene to the throne is that you have a dwarf whose family shuns him swatting a spoiled princeling in the face. Anyone would think that Joffrey’s boot would be between his uncle’s eyes faster than he can cry "I’ll tell Mother!” but the shift in power here makes it that much more hilarious. For once, the teen tyrant who thinks he owns Westeros is slapped speechless and powerless. Tyrion also means his threats no less than he means that he always pays his debts. There is no way a gilded brat like Joffrey would ever believe that someone who identifies more with cripples, bastards, and broken things than royalty will dare slap him again until he does.
Tyrion: 1,000. Joffrey: 0.
Tyrion may be no saint in the eyes of the Seven or anyone else. He plots, he whores, he drinks, and he knows things, but he seriously should be sainted for this. The Imp knows scum whether or not it’s wearing furs and a velvet cloak. Outcast that he is, he’s the only one of the Lannisters who actually sees things for what they are. “Things” is the operative word here. I wouldn’t go so far as to call Joffrey human.