Rodrik Cassel: Lord Stark! My lady. A guardsman just rode in from the hills. They've captured a deserter from the Night's Watch.
Ned Stark: Get the lads to saddle their horses.
Catelyn Stark: Do you have to?
Ned Stark: He swore an oath, Cat.
Rodrik Cassel: Law is law, my lady.
Ned Stark: Tell Bran he's coming too. [Rodrik nods and heads off]
Catelyn Stark: Ned. 10 is too young to see such things.
Ned Stark: He won't be a boy forever. And winter is coming.

  --  Winter is Coming [1.01]
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[Ned Stark has beheaded Will as a deserter of the Night's Watch]
Ned Stark: You understand why I did it?
Bran Stark: Jon said he was a deserter.
Ned Stark: But you understand why I had to kill him.
Bran Stark: "Our way is the old way."
Ned Stark: The man who passes the sentence should swing the sword.
Bran Stark: Is it true he saw the White Walkers?
Ned Stark: The White Walkers have been gone for thousands of years.
Bran Stark: So he was lying?
Ned Stark: A madman sees what he sees.

  --  Winter is Coming [1.01]
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[Walking down a path near the riverbank, they find the body of a full-grown female direwolf with five direwolf pups huddling close to her]
Theon Greyjoy: It's a freak!
Ned Stark:  It's a direwolf. Tough old beast.
Robb Stark: There are no direwolves south of the Wall.
Jon Snow: Now there are five. You want to hold it?
[Bran takes the pup immediately and wraps it in his cloak.]
Bran Stark: Where will they go?
Rodrik Cassel: They don't belong down here.
Ned Stark:  Better a quick death. They won't last without their mother.
[Theon draws his dagger and grabs the pup from Bran.]
Theon Greyjoy: Right, give it here!
Bran Stark: No!
Robb Stark: Put away your blade!
Theon Greyjoy: I take orders from your father, not you.
Bran Stark: Please, Father!
Ned Stark: I'm sorry, Bran.
Jon Snow: Lord Stark? There are five pups, one for each of the Stark children. The direwolf is the sigil of your House. They were meant to have them.
Ned Stark: You will train them yourselves, you will feed them yourselves, and if they die, you will bury them yourselves.
Bran Stark: What about you?
Jon Snow: I'm not a Stark. Get on.
[He notices something at the base of a tree and heads towards it.]
Robb Stark: What is it?
[Jon straightens up, holding a sixth direwolf pup, an albino.]
Theon Greyjoy: Ah, the runt of the litter! That one's yours, Snow.

  --  Winter is Coming [1.01]
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Ned Stark: Your Grace.
Robert Baratheon: You got fat.
[Ned looks at him with a cocked eyebrow as if to say "Look who's talking", then they both burst out laughing and hug.]
Robert Baratheon: Cat!
[Hugs and kisses Catelyn.]
Catelyn Stark: Your Grace.
Robert Baratheon: Nine years! Why have I not seen you? Where the hell have you been?
Ned Stark: Guarding the North for you, Your Grace. Winterfell is yours.
[Queen Cersei steps out of the carriage after her children with a distasteful look on her face.]
Arya Stark: Where's the Imp?
Sansa Stark:  Will you shut up?
Robert Baratheon: [to Robb] And who have we here? You must be Robb. [to Sansa] My, you're a pretty one. And your name is?...
Arya Stark: Arya.
Robert Baratheon: [To Bran] Ohhh, show us your muscles. You'll be a soldier!
[Robert chuckles and moves back towards Ned. Behind him, Jaime Lanniser removes his helmet.]
Arya Stark: That's Jaime Lannister, the Queen's twin brother.
Sansa Stark:  Would you please shut up!
[Cersei walks up to Ned and offers her hand; after a moment, Eddard kisses it.]
Ned Stark: My Queen.
Catelyn Stark: My Queen.
Robert Baratheon: Take me to your crypt, I want to pay my respects.
Cersei Lannister: We've been riding for a month, my love. Surely, the dead can wait.
Robert Baratheon: Ned.
[Turns towards the crypts, followed hesitantly by Ned.]
Arya Stark: Where's the Imp?
[Cersei overhears her and goes back over to Jaime.]
Cersei Lannister: Where is our brother? Go and find the little beast!

  --  Winter is Coming [1.01]
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Jon Snow: You're Tyrion Lannister? The Queen's brother?
Tyrion Lannister: My greatest accomplishment. And you, you're Ned Stark's bastard, aren't you?
[Jon walks away]
Tyrion Lannister: Did I offend you? Sorry. You are the bastard, though.
Jon Snow: Lord Eddard Stark is my father.
Tyrion Lannister: And Lady Stark is not your mother, making you  the bastard. Let me give you some advice, bastard: never forget what you are. The rest of the world will not. Wear it like armor, and it can never be used to hurt you.
Jon Snow: What the hell do you know about being a bastard?
Tyrion Lannister: All dwarfs are bastards in their fathers' eyes.

  --  Winter is Coming [1.01]
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[Bran has just caught Queen Cersei having sex with her brother]
Cersei Lannister: He saw us!
Jaime Lannister: It's all right, it's all right, it's all right.
Cersei Lannister: He saw us!
Jaime Lannister: [to Cersei] I heard you the first time. [to Bran] Quite the little climber, aren't you? How old are you, boy?
Bran Stark: Ten.
Jaime Lannister: Ten? [looks to Cersei again, who says nothing] The things I do for love.
[Jaime pushes Bran out the window]

  --  Winter is Coming [1.01]
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Myrcella Baratheon: Is Bran going to die?
Tyrion Lannister: Apparently not.
Cersei Lannister: What do you mean?
Tyrion Lannister: The Maester says the boy may live.
Cersei Lannister: It's no mercy, letting a child linger in such pain.
Tyrion Lannister: Only the Gods know for certain. All the rest of us can do is pray.  The charms of the North seem entirely lost on you.
Cersei Lannister: I still can't believe you're going. It's ridiculous, even for you.
Tyrion Lannister: Where's your sense of wonder? The greatest structure ever built, the intrepid men of the Night's Watch, the wintry abode of the White Walkers!
Jaime Lannister: Tell me you're not thinking of taking the Black.
Tyrion Lannister: And go celibate?  The whores would go begging from Dorne to Casterly Rock! No, I just want to stand on top of the Wall and piss off the edge of the world!
Cersei Lannister: The children don't need to hear your filth. Come.
Jaime Lannister: Even if the boy lives, he'll be a cripple. A grotesque.  Give me a good, clean death any day.
Tyrion Lannister: Speaking for the grotesques, I'd have to disagree.  Death is so final, whereas life, ahh, life is full of possibilities. I hope the boy does wake. I'd be interested to hear what he has to say.
Jaime Lannister: My dear brother, at times you make me wonder whose side you're on.
Tyrion Lannister: My dear brother, you wound me.  You know how much I love my family.

  --  The Kingsroad [1.02]
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Joffrey Baratheon: We ride for King's Landing today.
Tyrion Lannister: Before you go, you will call on Lord and Lady Stark and offer your sympathies.
Joffrey Baratheon: What good will my sympathies do them?
Tyrion Lannister: None, but it is expected of you. Your absence has already been noted.
Joffrey Baratheon: The boy means nothing to me, and I can't stand the wailing of women.
Tyrion Lannister: [slaps Joffrey] One word and I hit you again.
Joffrey Baratheon: I'm telling Mother!
Tyrion Lannister: [slaps Joffrey] Go, tell her! But first you will get to Lord and Lady Stark. And you will fall on your knees in front of them and tell them how very sorry you are, that you are at their service and that all your prayers are with them. Do you understand?
Joffrey Baratheon: You can't!
Tyrion Lannister: [slaps Joffrey] Do you understand?
[Joffrey scurries away]
Sandor Clegane: The Prince will remember that, little Lord.
Tyrion Lannister: I hope so. If he forgets, be a good dog and remind him.

  --  The Kingsroad [1.02]
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Arya Stark: Sansa can keep her sewing needles. I've got a Needle of my own.

  --  The Kingsroad [1.02]
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Robert Baratheon: There was that one... oh, what was her name? That common girl of yours? Becca, with the great big tits you could bury your face in?
Ned Stark: Bessie. She was one of yours.
Robert Baratheon: Bessie! Thank the gods for Bessie, and her tits! Yours was, uh... Aleena? No, you told me once. Uh... Meryl? Your bastard's mother?
Ned Stark: [his good spirits fading] Wylla.
Robert Baratheon: That's it. She must have been a rare wench to make Lord Eddard Stark forget his honor. You never told me what she looked like.
Ned Stark: Nor will I.
Robert Baratheon: We were at war. None of us knew if we were gonna go back home again. You're too hard on yourself. You always have been. I swear, if I weren't your king, you'd have hit me already.
Ned Stark: The worst thing about your coronation, I'll never get to hit you again.
Robert Baratheon: Trust me, that's not the worst thing. [Pulls out a folded slip of paper from his coat] There was a rider in the night.
Ned Stark: [Opens the note and reads it] Daenerys Targaryen has wed some Dothraki horselord. What of it? Should we send her a wedding gift?
Robert Baratheon: A knife, perhaps. A good, sharp one, and a bold man to wield it.
Ned Stark: She's little more than a child.
Robert Baratheon: Soon enough, that child will spread her legs and start breeding.
Ned Stark: Tell me we're not speaking of this.
Robert Baratheon: Oh, it's unspeakable to you? What her father did to your family, that was unspeakable! What Rhaegar Targaryen did to your sister, the woman I loved! I'll kill every Targaryen I get my hands on!
Ned Stark: But you can't get your hands on this one, can you?
Robert Baratheon: This Khal Drogo, it's said he has a hundred thousand men in his horde.
Ned Stark: Even a million Dothraki are no threat to the realm, as long as they remain on the other side of the Narrow Sea. They have no ships, Robert!
Robert Baratheon: There are still those in the Seven Kingdoms who call me 'Usurper'. If a Targaryen boy crosses with a Dothraki horde at his back, the scum will join him!
Ned Stark: He will not cross! And if by chance he does, we'll throw him back into the sea!
Robert Baratheon: There's a war coming, Ned. I don't know when, I don't know who we'll be fighting... but it's coming.

  --  The Kingsroad [1.02]
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[Tyrion and Jon Snow watch as several captured criminals are brought in by the band of Watchmen and fed]
Tyrion Lannister: Ah, rapers. They were given a choice, no doubt: castration, or the Wall. Most choose the knife. Not impressed with your new brothers? Lovely thing about the Watch. You discard your old family and get a whole new one.
Jon Snow: Why do you read so much?
Tyrion Lannister: Look at me and tell me what you see.
Jon Snow: Is this a trick?
Tyrion Lannister: What you see is a dwarf. If I had been born a peasant, they might've left me out in the woods to die. Alas, I was born a Lannister of Casterly Rock. Things are expected of me. My father was the Hand of the King for twenty years.
Jon Snow: Until your brother killed that King.
Tyrion Lannister: Yes. Until my brother killed him. Life is full of these little ironies. My sister married the new King, and my repulsive nephew will be King after him. I must do my part, for the honor of my House. Wouldn't you agree? But how? Well, my brother has his sword, and I have my mind, and a mind needs books like a sword needs a whetstone. That's why I read so much, Jon Snow. And you?  What's your story, bastard?
Jon Snow: Ask me nicely, and maybe I'll tell you, dwarf.
Tyrion Lannister: A bastard boy with nothing to inherit, off to join the ancient Order of the Night's Watch. Alongside his valiant brothers-in-arms.
Jon Snow: The Night's Watch protects the Realm from...
Tyrion Lannister: Ah, yes, yes, against grumpkins and snarks, and all the other monsters your wet-nurse warned you about! You're a smart boy, you don't believe all that nonsense.

  --  The Kingsroad [1.02]
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Jaime Lannister: Thank the gods you're here, Stark. About time we had some stern, Northern leadership.
Ned Stark: Glad to see you're protecting the Throne.
Jaime Lannister: Sturdy old thing. How many Kings' asses have polished it, I wonder? Um, what's the line? The King shits and the Hand wipes.
Ned Stark: Very handsome armor. Not a scratch on it.
Jaime Lannister: I know. People have been swinging at me for years, but they always seem to miss.
Ned Stark: You've chosen your opponents wisely then.
Jaime Lannister: I have a knack for it. It must be strange for you, coming into this room. I was standing right here when it happened. He was very brave, your brother. Your father too. They didn't deserve to die like that. Nobody deserves to die like that.
Ned Stark: But you just stood there and watched.
Jaime Lannister: Five hundred men just stood there and watched. All the great knights of the Seven Kingdoms, you think anyone said a word, lifted a finger? No, Lord Stark. Five hundred men and this room was silent as a crypt. Except for the screams, of course, and the Mad King laughing. And later, when I watched the Mad King die, I remembered him laughing, as your father burned. It felt like justice.
Ned Stark: Is that what you tell yourself at night? You're a servant of justice? That you were avenging my father when you shoved your sword in Aerys Targaryen's back?
Jaime Lannister: Tell me, if I'd stabbed the Mad King in the belly instead of the back, would you admire me more?
Ned Stark: You served him well. When serving was safe.

  --  Lord Snow [1.03]
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Maester Aemon: How many winters have you seen, Lord Tyrion?
Tyrion Lannister: Eight, no, nine.
Maester Aemon: All of them brief?
Tyrion Lannister: They say the winter of my birth was three years long, Maester Aemon.
Maester Aemon: This summer has lasted nine, but already reports from the Citadel tell us the days grow shorter. The Starks are always right eventually - winter is coming. This one will be long, and dark things will come with it.
Commander Mormont: We've been capturing wildlings, more every month. They're fleeing south; the ones who flee say they've seen the White Walkers.
Tyrion Lannister: [dismissive] Yes and the fishermen of Lannisport say they see mermaids.
Commander Mormont: One of our own rangers swore he saw them kill his companions. He swore it...right up to the moment Ned Stark chopped his head off!
Maester Aemon: The Night's Watch is the only thing standing between the realm and what lies beyond, and it has become an army of undisciplined boys and tired old men. There are less than a thousand of us now; we can't man the other castles on the Wall. We can't properly patrol the wilderness. We've barely enough resources to keep our own lads armed and fed.
Commander Mormont: Your sister sits by the side of the King. Tell her we need help.
Maester Aemon: And when winter does come...gods help us all if we're not ready!

  --  Lord Snow [1.03]
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Tyrion Lannister: [about Hodor] Would your charming companion be so good as to kneel? My neck is beginning to hurt.
Bran Stark: Kneel, Hodor.
Tyrion Lannister: Do you like to ride, Bran?
Bran Stark: Yes. Well, I mean, I did like to.
Maester Luwin: The boy has lost the use of his legs.
Tyrion Lannister: What of it? With the right horse and saddle, even a cripple can ride.
Bran Stark: I'm not a cripple.
Tyrion Lannister: Then I'm not a dwarf! My father will rejoice to hear it. I have a gift for you. Give that to your saddler, he'll provide the rest. You must shape the horse to the rider- start with a yearling, and teach it to respond to the reins, and to the boy's voice.
Bran Stark: Will I really be able to ride?
Tyrion Lannister: You will. On horseback, you'll be as tall as any of them.
Robb Stark: Is this some kind of trick? Why do you want to help him?
Tyrion Lannister: I have a tender spot in my heart for cripples, bastards and broken things.
Robb Stark: You've done my brother a kindness. The hospitality of Winterfell is yours...
Tyrion Lannister: Spare me your false courtesies, Lord Stark. There's a brothel outside your walls; there, I'll find a bed and both of us can sleep easier.

  --  Cripples, Bastards and Broken Things [1.04]
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Theon Greyjoy: (notices Tyrion preparing to ride to the brothel and smirks) Couldn't resist some Northern ass? (Tyrion looks at him) If you like redheads, ask for Ros. (Doesn't realize Tyrion slept with her on his previous visit)
Tyrion Lannister: Come to see me off, Greyjoy? Kind of you. Your master doesn't seem to like Lannisters.
Theon Greyjoy: (irritated) He's not my master.
Tyrion Lannister: No- of course not. What happened here? Where is Lady Stark- why didn't she receive me?
Theon Greyjoy: She...wasn't feeling well.
Tyrion Lannister: She's not in Winterfell, is she? Where did she go?
Theon Greyjoy: Milady's whereabouts are-
Tyrion Lannister: Milady? (chuckles) Your loyalty to your captors is touching.(Theon looks away angrily) Tell me, how do you think Balon Greyjoy would feel if he could see that his only surviving son has turned lackey? (pause) I still remember watching my father's fleet burning in Lannisport. I believe your uncles were responsible.
Theon Greyjoy: (smirks) Must've been a pretty sight.
Tyrion Lannister: Nothing prettier than watching sailors burn alive. Yes- great victory for your people. Shame how it all turned out.
Theon Greyjoy: We were outnumbered ten to one-
Tyrion Lannister: A stupid rebellion, then. I suppose your father realized that when your brothers died in battle. (Theon looks furious, but has no response) And now, here you are- your enemy's squire (smirks)
Theon Greyjoy: Careful, Imp-
Tyrion Lannister: I've offended you? (rolls his eyes) Forgive me- it's been a rough morning. Anyway, don't despair- I'm a constant disappointment to my own father, and I have learned to live with it. (tosses Theon a gold coin) Your next tumble with Ros is on me- I'll try not to wear her out.

  --  Cripples, Bastards and Broken Things [1.04]
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Tyrion Lannister: Your loyalty to your captors is touching. Tell me, how do you think Balon Greyjoy would feel if he could see that his only surviving son has turned lackey?  I still remember watching my father's fleet burning in Lannisport. I believe your uncles were responsible.
Theon Greyjoy: Must've been a pretty sight.
Tyrion Lannister: Nothing prettier than watching sailors burn alive. Yes, great victory for your people. Shame how it all turned out.
Theon Greyjoy: We were outnumbered ten to one!
Tyrion Lannister: A stupid rebellion, then. I suppose your father realized that when your brothers died in battle. And now, here you are Your enemy's squire.
Theon Greyjoy: Careful, Imp!
Tyrion Lannister:  I've offended you? Forgive me, it's been a rough morning. Anyway, don't despair. I'm a constant disappointment to my own father, and I have learned to live with it. [Tosses Theon a gold coin] Your next tumble with Ros is on me. I'll try not to wear her out.

  --  Cripples, Bastards and Broken Things [1.04]
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Jon Snow: You can't fight. You can't see. You're afraid of heights and almost everything else, probably. What are you doing here, Sam?
Samwell Tarly: On the morning of my eighteenth nameday, my father came to me. "You're almost a man now, he said, but you're not worthy of my land and title. Tomorrow you're going to take the black, forsake all claims to your inheritance and start north. If you do not," he said, "then we will have a hunt, and somewhere in these woods, your horse will stumble and you'll be thrown from your saddle to die. Or so I will tell your mother. Nothing would please me more."

  --  Cripples, Bastards and Broken Things [1.04]
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Ned Stark: Lord Baelish, perhaps I was wrong to distrust you.
Petyr Baelish: Distrusting me was the wisest thing you've done since you climbed off your horse.

  --  Cripples, Bastards and Broken Things [1.04]
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Varys: (enters the throne room to find Littlefinger staring at the Iron Throne) The first to arrive, and the last to leave... I admire your industry.
Petyr Baelish: (turns around) You do move quietly.
Varys: We all have our qualities. (stops before Littlefinger)
Petyr Baelish: You look a bit lonely today.(smirks) You should pay a visit to my brothel this evening- best boys, on the house!
Varys: (smiles) I think you are mistaking business with pleasure.
Petyr Baelish: Am I? (steps closer) All those birds that whisper in your ear, such pretty little things- (puts his hand on Vary's shoulder) Trust me, we accommodate all inclinations.
Varys: (gives him a distasteful look) Oh, I'm sure- Lord Redwyne likes his boys very young, I hear.
Petyr Baelish: I'm a purveyor of beauty and discretion- both equally important-
Varys: Though, I suppose, beauty is a subjective quality, no? Is it true that Ser Marlyn of Tumblestone prefers amputees?
Petyr Baelish: (impatiently) All desires are valid, to a man with a full purse-
Varys: And, I hear the most awful rumors about a certain lord with a taste for fresh cadavers. Must be enormously difficult to accommodate that inclination. The logistics alone- to find beautiful corpses before they rot.
Petyr Baelish: (hastily) Strictly speaking, such a thing would not be in accordance with the King's laws-
Varys: (sharply) Strictly speaking. (walks around Baelish, who turns after him)
Petyr Baelish: Tell me- does someone, somewhere, keep your balls in a little box? (Varys turns around, looking bored) I've often wondered.
Varys:...D'you know, I've no idea where they are- and we had been so close. (he and Littlefinger chuckle, Varys walks towards him again) But, enough about me- how have you been since we last saw each other?
Petyr Baelish: (smiles) Since you last saw me, or since I last saw you?
Varys: The last time I saw you, you were talking with the Hand of the King.
Petyr Baelish: You saw me with your own eyes-
Varys: Eyes I own.
Petyr Baelish: Council business. We all have so much to discuss with Ned Stark.
Varys: Everyone's well aware of your enduring... fondness for Ned Stark's wife. (pause, Baelish looks uncomfortable) If the Lannisters were behind the attempt on the Stark boy's life, and it was discovered that you helped the Starks come to that conclusion... (gives Baelish a wry look) To think- one simple word to the Queen-
Petyr Baelish: One shudders at the thought. (he and Varys both nod knowingly) But, you know something? I do believe I have seen you even more recently than you have seen me.
Varys: Have you?
Petyr Baelish: Yes. Earlier today, I distinctly recall seeing you talking to Lord Stark in his chambers.
Varys: (smirks) Was that you, under the bed?-
Petyr Baelish: (sharply) And, not long after that, when I saw you escorting a certain... foreign... dignitary? (Vary's smile vanishes) Council business? (pause) Of course, you would have friends from across the Narrow Sea- you're from there yourself, after all. And we're friends, aren't we, Lord Varys? (pause) I'd like to think we are. So, you can imagine my burden, wondering if the King might question my friend's sympathies- to stand at a crossroads where turning left means loyalty to a friend, turning right loyalty to the realm.
Varys: (scoffs) Oh, please-
Petyr Baelish: To find myself in a position where a word to the King-
Renly Baratheon: (enters) What are you two conspiring about? Well, whatever it is, you'd best hurry it up- my brother is coming.
Petyr Baelish: (surprised) To a Small Council meeting?
Varys: Disturbing news, from far away. (follows Renly out, glances mockingly back at Baelish) Hadn't you heard?

  --  The Wolf and the Lion [1.05]
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[The Small Council meet after learning of Daenerys's pregnancy]
Robert Baratheon: The whore is pregnant!
Ned Stark: You're speaking of murdering a child.
Robert Baratheon: I warned you this would happen. Back in the North, I warned you, but you didn't care to hear. Well, hear it now! I want 'em dead. Mother and child both. And that fool Viserys as well, is that plain enough for you? I want them both dead!
Ned Stark: You will dishonor yourself forever if you do this.
Robert Baratheon: Honor?! I've got Seven Kingdoms to rule! One King, Seven Kingdoms! Do you think honor keeps them in line?! Do you think it's honor that's keeping the peace?! It's fear! Fear and blood!
Ned Stark: Then we're no better than the Mad King!
Robert Baratheon: Careful, Ned! Careful now!
Ned Stark: You want to assassinate a girl because the Spider heard a rumor?
Varys: No rumor, My Lord. The princess is with child.
Ned Stark: Based on whose information?
Varys: Ser Jorah Mormont. He is serving as adviser to the Targaryens.
Ned Stark: Mormont? You bring us the whispers of a traitor half a world away and call it fact?
Petyr Baelish: Jorah Mormont's a slaver, not a traitor. Small difference, I know, to an honorable man.
Ned Stark: He broke the law. Betrayed his family, fled our land. We commit murder on the word of this man?
Robert Baratheon: And if he's right?! If she has a son?! A Targaryen at the head of a Dothraki army! What then?!
Ned Stark: The Narrow Sea still lies between us. I'll fear the Dothraki the day they teach their horses to run on water.
Robert Baratheon: Do nothing?! That's your wise advice?! Do nothing till our enemies are on our shores?! You're my Council, counsel! Speak sense to this honorable fool!
Varys: I understand your misgivings, my lord. Truly, I do. It is a terrible thing we must consider, a vile thing. Yet we who presume to rule must sometimes do vile things for the good of the realm. Should the gods grant Daenerys a son, the realm will bleed.
Grand Maester Pycelle: I bear this girl no ill will, but should the Dothraki invade, how many innocents will die? How many towns will burn? Is it not wiser, kinder even, that she should die now, so that tens of thousands might live?
Renly Baratheon: We should have had them both killed years ago!
Petyr Baelish: When you find yourselves in bed with an ugly woman, best close your eyes and get it over with. Cut her throat and be done with it!
Ned Stark: I followed you into war. Twice. Without doubts, without second thoughts. But I will not follow you now. The Robert I grew up with didn't tremble at the shadow of an unborn child.
Robert Baratheon: She dies.
Ned Stark: I will have no part in it.
Robert Baratheon: You're the King's Hand, Lord Stark. You'll do as I command, or I'll find me a Hand who will!
[Ned takes off his badge of office and tosses it onto the table in front of Robert.]
Ned Stark: And good luck to him. I thought you were a better man.
Robert Baratheon: Out! Out, damn you! I'm done with you! Go, run back to Winterfell! I'll have your head on a spike! I'll put it there myself, you fool! You think you're too good for this, too proud and honorable?! This is a war!

  --  The Wolf and the Lion [1.05]
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Cersei Lannister: I'm sorry your marriage to Eddard Stark didn't work out. You two seemed so good together.
Robert Baratheon: Glad I could do something to make you happy.
Cersei Lannister: Without a Hand, everything will fall to pieces.
Robert Baratheon: I suppose this is where you tell me to give the job to your brother Jaime.
Cersei Lannister: No, he's not serious enough. I'll say this for Ned Stark, he's serious enough. Was it really worth it? Losing him this way?
Robert Baratheon: I don't know. But I do know this, if the Targaryen girl convinces her horselord husband to invade, and the Dothraki horde crosses the Narrow Sea, we won't be able to stop them.
Cersei Lannister: The Dothraki don't sail. Every child knows that. They don't have discipline, they don't have armor. They don't have siege weapons.
Robert Baratheon: It's a neat little trick you do. You move your lips, and your father's voice comes out.
Cersei Lannister: Is my father wrong?
Robert Baratheon: Let's say Viserys Targaryen lands with 40,000 Dothraki screamers at his back. We hole up in our castles, a wise move, only a fool would meet the Dothraki in an open field. They leave us in our castles. They go from town to town, looting and burning, killing every man who can't hide behind a stone wall, stealing all our crops and livestock, enslaving all our women and children. How long do the people of the Seven Kingdoms stand behind their absentee King, their cowardly King hiding behind high walls? When do the people decide that Viserys Targaryen is the rightful monarch after all?!
Cersei Lannister: We still outnumber them.
Robert Baratheon: Which is the bigger number? Five or one?
Cersei Lannister: Five.
Robert Baratheon: [Holding up his fingers] Five. [Holding up a fist] One. One army. A real army united behind one leader, with one purpose. Our purpose died with the Mad King. Now we've got as many armies as there are men with gold in their purse. And everybody wants something different. Your father wants to own the world. Ned Stark wants to run away and bury his head in the snow.
Cersei Lannister: What do you want?
[In answer, Robert shows her his glass of wine, with a smile]
Robert Baratheon: We haven't had a real fight in nine years. Backstabbing doesn't prepare you for a fight, and that's all the realm is now. Backstabbing and scheming and arse-licking and money-grubbing. Sometimes I don't know what holds it together.
Cersei Lannister: Our marriage?
[They both burst out laughing and raise their cups in a toast]
Robert Baratheon: So, here we sit, 17 years later, holding it all together. Don't you get tired?
Cersei Lannister: Every day.
Robert Baratheon: How long can hate hold a thing together?
Cersei Lannister: Well, 17 years is quite a long time.
Robert Baratheon: Yes, it is.
Cersei Lannister: Yes, it is. What was she like?
Robert Baratheon: You've never asked about her, not once. Why not?
Cersei Lannister: At first, just saying her name, even in private, felt like I was breathing life back into her. I thought if I didn't talk about her, she'd just fade away for you. When I realized that wasn't going to happen, I refused to ask out of spite. I didn't want to give you the satisfaction of thinking I cared to ask. And eventually it became clear that my spite didn't mean anything to you; as far as I could tell, you actually enjoyed it!
Robert Baratheon: So why now?
Cersei Lannister: What harm could Lyanna Stark's ghost do to either of us that we haven't done to each other a hundred times over?
Robert Baratheon: You want to know the horrible truth? I can't even remember what she looked like. I only know she was the one thing I ever wanted. Someone took her away from me, and seven kingdoms couldn't fill the hole she left behind.
Cersei Lannister: I felt something for you once, you know.
Robert Baratheon: I know.
Cersei Lannister:  Even after we lost our first boy... for quite a while, actually. Was it ever possible for us? Was there ever a time, ever a moment?
Robert Baratheon: No. Does that make you feel better, or worse?
Cersei Lannister: It doesn't make me feel anything.

  --  The Wolf and the Lion [1.05]
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Lysa Arryn: He killed your father, he murdered the Hand of the King!
Tyrion Lannister: Oh, did I kill him too? I've been a very busy man.

  --  The Wolf and the Lion [1.05]
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Ned Stark: Your pardon, Your Grace.  I would rise, but...
Cersei Lannister: Do you know what your wife has done?
Ned Stark: She did nothing I did not command.
Robert Baratheon: Who'd have thought she had it in her?
Cersei Lannister: By what right dare you lay hands on my blood?
Ned Stark: I am the King's Hand, I was keeping the peace.
Cersei Lannister: You were the King's Hand! You will be held accountable.
Robert Baratheon: All right, will both of you shut your mouths? Catelyn will release Tyrion, and you'll make your peace with Jaime!
Ned Stark: He butchered my men.
Cersei Lannister: Lord Stark was returning drunk from a brothel when his men attacked Jaime.
Robert Baratheon: Quiet, woman.
Ned Stark: Jaime has fled the city. Give me leave to bring him back to justice.
Cersei Lannister: I took you for a King!
Robert Baratheon: Hold your tongue!
Cersei Lannister: He's attacked one of my brothers, and abducted the other! I should wear the armor, and you the gown!
[Robert turns and strikes her across the face.]
Cersei Lannister: I shall wear this bruise like a badge of honor.
Robert Baratheon: Wear it in silence, or I'll honor you again.

  --  A Golden Crown [1.06]
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Viserys Targaryen: I'm the last hope of the dynasty, Mormont. The greatest dynasty this world has ever seen, on my shoulders since I was five years old, and no one has ever given me what they gave to her in that tent. Never! Not a piece of it. How can I carry what I need to carry without it? Hmm? Who can rule without wealth or fear or love? You stand there, all nobility and honor. You don't think I see you looking at my little sister, hmm? Don't think I know what you want? I don't care, you can have her. She can be Queen of the savages, and dine on the finest bloody horse-parts, and you can dine on whichever parts of her you like. But let me go.
Jorah Mormont: You can go. You can't have the eggs.
Viserys Targaryen: You swore an oath to me. Does loyalty mean nothing to you?
Jorah Mormont: It means everything to me.
Viserys Targaryen: And yet, here you stand!
Jorah Mormont: And yet, here I stand.

  --  A Golden Crown [1.06]
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Lysa Arryn: You wish to confess your crimes?
Tyrion Lannister: Yes, my lady. I do, my lady.
Lysa Arryn: [to Catelyn] The sky cells always break them. [to Tyrion] Speak, Imp. Meet your gods as an honest man.
Tyrion Lannister: Where do I begin, my lords and ladies? I'm a vile man, I confess it. My crimes and sins are beyond counting. I have lied and cheated. Gambled and whored. I'm not particularly good at violence, but I'm good at convincing others to do violence for me. You want specifics, I suppose. When I was seven, I saw a servant girl, bathing in the river. I stole her robe. She was forced to return to the castle, naked and in tears. [closes his eyes] If I close my eyes, I can still see her tits bouncing.
[The crowd gasps]
Tyrion Lannister: When I was 10, I stuffed my uncle's boots with goatshit. When confronted with my crime, I blamed a squire. Poor boy was flogged and...I escaped justice. When I was 12, I milked my eel into a pot of turtle stew.
[The crowd gasps again as Tyrion continues]
Tyrion Lannister: I flogged the one-eyed snake. I skinned my sausage. I made the bald man cry [pantomimes with his hands as Lysa and Catelyn were not amused]...into the turtle stew, which I do believe my sister ate. At least I hope she did. I once brought a jackass and a honeycomb into a brothel -
Lysa Arryn: Silence!
Robin Arryn: What happened next?
Lysa Arryn: What do you think you're doing?
Tyrion Lannister:  Confessing my crimes.
Catelyn Stark: Lord Tyrion, you are accused of hiring a man to slay my son Bran in his bed, and of conspiring to murder my sister's husband  - Lord Jon Arryn, the Hand of the King.
Tyrion Lannister:  Oh, I'm very sorry. I don't know anything about all that.
Lysa Arryn:  You've had your little joke. I trust you enjoyed it. Mord, take him back to the dungeon. But this time find a smaller cell...with a steeper floor.
Tyrion Lannister: Is this how justice is done in the Vale? You accuse me of crimes, I deny them, so you throw me into a cell to freeze and starve? Where is the king's justice? I am accused and demand a trial!
[The crowd murmurs in agreement]
Lysa Arryn: If you're tried and found guilty, then by the king's own laws you will pay with your life.
Tyrion Lannister: I understand the law.
Lysa Arryn: We have no executioner in the Eyrie. Life is more elegant here. [to guards] Open the Moon Door.
[The guards turn at the wheel to uncover an open floor beneath as Robin claps and giggles in delight.]
Lysa Arryn: You want a trial, my Lord Lannister. Very well. My son will listen to whatever you have to say, and you will hear his judgment. Then you will leave...by one door or the other.
Tyrion Lannister: No need to bother, Lord Robin. I demand a trial by combat.
[The crowd chuckles in disbelief]
Lysa Arryn: You have that right.
Arryn Soldier #1: My lady, I beg the honor. Let me be your champion.
Arryn Soldier #2: The honor should be mine. For the love I bore your lord husband, let me avenge his death.
Arryn Soldier #3: I'll fight for you, my lady.
Arryn Soldier #4: It'll be my honor.
Arryn Soldier #5: The honor should be mine.
Robin Arryn: Make the bad man fly!!
Lysa Arryn: [sees someone who remained silent] Ser Vardis, you're quiet. Don't you want to avenge my husband?
Ser Vardis: [bends in one knee] With all my heart, my lady. [observes Tyrion] But the Imp is half my size. It would be shameful to slaughter such a man and call it justice.
Tyrion Lannister: Agreed.
Lysa Arryn: You demanded a trial by combat.
Tyrion Lannister: Now I demand a champion. I have that right, same as you.
Ser Vardis: [Stands up] My lady, I will gladly fight the Imp's champion...for you.
[Lysa nods in approval.]
Tyrion Lannister: I wouldn't be too glad, ser. I name my brother, Jaime Lannister.
Lysa Arryn: The Kingslayer is hundreds of miles from here.
Tyrion Lannister: Send a raven for him. I'm happy to wait.
Lysa Arryn: [Shakes her head] The trial will be today.
Tyrion Lannister: [Turns to the crowd] Do I have a volunteer? Anyone? Anyone?
Lysa Arryn: I think we can assume that no one is willing -
Bronn: [Steps in] I'll stand for the dwarf.
[Tyrion is surprised at this gesture while Bronn shrugs in return.]

  --  A Golden Crown [1.06]
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Ned Stark: I'm sending you both back to Winterfell.
Sansa Stark: What?
Ned Stark: Listen...
Sansa Stark: What about Joffrey?
Arya Stark: Are you dying because of your leg? Is that why you're sending us home?
Ned Stark: What? No.
Sansa Stark: Please father, please! Please don't!
Arya Stark: You can't! I've got my lessons with Syrio! I'm finally getting good!
Ned Stark: This isn't a punishment. I want you back in Winterfell for your own safety.
Arya Stark: Can't we take Syrio back with us.
Sansa Stark Who cares about your stupid dancing teacher? I can't go! I'm supposed to marry Prince Joffrey! I love him! And I'm meant to be his queen and have his babies!
Arya Stark: Seven hells!
Ned Stark: When you're old enough, I'll make you a match with someone who is worthy of you. Someone who is brave and gentle and strong.
Sansa Stark: I don't want someone brave and gentle and strong. I want him. [Arya and Ned barely restrain a giggle at Sansa's distress.] He'll be the greatest king there ever was, a golden lion, and I'll give him sons with beautiful blond hair.
[A look of realization spreads across Ned's face after listening to the last part of Sansa's statement.]
Arya Stark: The lion's not his sigil, idiot. He's a stag like his father.
Sansa Stark: He is not! He is nothing like that old, drunk king.
Ned Stark: Go on, girls. Get your septas and start packing your things.
Sansa Stark: Wait!
Arya Stark: Come on!
Sansa Stark: But it's not fair!
[The girls leave the room and Ned reopens the book of lineages to the page of the Baratheon family.]
Ned Stark: Lord Orys Baratheon, black of hair...Axel Baratheon, black of hair...Lyonel Baratheon, black of hair...Steffon Baratheon, black of hair...Robert Baratheon, black of hair...Joffrey Baratheon, goldenhead.
[Ned's eyes widen as he puts the pieces together. He closes the book.]

  --  A Golden Crown [1.06]
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Khal Drogo: You are no king.
[enraged, Viserys draws his scimitar and brandishes it.]
Viserys Targaryen: Keep away from me!
Daenerys Targaryen: Viserys, please.
Viserys Targaryen: There she is.
Jorah Mormont: Put the sword down. They'll kill us all.
Viserys Targaryen: They can't kill us. They can't shed blood in their sacred city. But I can. I want what I came for. [to Daenerys, holding his scimitar to her belly] I want the crown he promised me. He bought you, but he never paid for you. Tell him I want what was bargained for, or I'm taking you back. He can keep the baby. I'll cut it out and leave it for him.
Khal Drogo: Anha vazhak maan rek me zala.  Anha vazhak maan firikhnharen hoshora ma mahrazhi aqovi affin mori atihi mae!
Viserys Targaryen: What's he saying?
Daenerys Targaryen: He says yes. You shall have a golden crown... that men shall tremble to behold.
Viserys Targaryen: That was all I wanted. What-what was promised.
Khal Drogo: Qora mae.
[Drogo's Bloodriders seize Viserys's wrists, breaking his right arm and forcing him to drop the sword.]
Viserys Targaryen: Ahh! No! No! You cannot touch me. I am the Dragon! I am the Dragon! I want my crown!  Ahh!
[The Dothraki force him to his knees as he yells in pain; Drogo unbuckles his belt of gold ornaments.]
Khal Drogo: Ammeni haz jolin!
[Drogo drops the gold belt into a soup-pot and watches it melt]
Jorah Mormont: Look away, Khaleesi.
Daenerys Targaryen: No.
Viserys Targaryen: No, Dany. Dany, tell them. Make them! Dany, make them. No, you can't! Just please! Dany, please!
Khal Drogo: A crown for a king.
[He upends the pot and empties its contents onto Viserys head, killing him]
Jorah Mormont: Khaleesi?
Daenerys Targaryen: He was no dragon. Fire cannot kill a dragon.

  --  A Golden Crown [1.06]
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Jaime Lannister: [Reading] "You are summoned to answer for the crimes of your bannerman, Gregor Clegane 'the Mountain'...er, arrive within the fortnight or be branded an enemy of the Crown." Poor Ned Stark. Brave man, terrible judgment.
Tywin Lannister: Attacking him was stupid. Lannisters don't act like fools. Are you gonna say something clever? Go on!  Say something clever.
Jaime Lannister: Catelyn Stark took my brother.
Tywin Lannister: Why is he still alive?
Jaime Lannister: Tyrion?
Tywin Lannister: Ned Stark.
Jaime Lannister: One of our men interfered, speared him through the leg before I could finish him.
Tywin Lannister: Why is he still alive?
Jaime Lannister: It wouldn't have been clean.
Tywin Lannister: Clean? You spend too much time worrying about what other people think of you.
Jaime Lannister: I could care less what anyone thinks of me.
Tywin Lannister: No, that's what you want people to think of you.
Jaime Lannister: It's the truth.
Tywin Lannister: When you hear them whispering "Kingslayer" behind your back, doesn't it bother you?
Jaime Lannister: Of course it bothers me.
Tywin Lannister: The lion does not concern himself with the opinions of the sheep. I suppose I should be grateful your vanity got in the way of your recklessness. I'm giving you half of our forces. Thirty-thousand men. You will bring them to Catelyn Stark's girlhood home and remind her that Lannisters pay their debts!
Jaime Lannister: I didn't know you put such a high value on my brother's life.
Tywin Lannister:  He's a Lannister. He might be the lowest of the Lannisters, but he is one of us. And every day that he remains a prisoner, the less our name commands respect.
Jaime Lannister: So, the lion does concern himself with the opinions of the-
Tywin Lannister: No, it's not an opinion, it's a fact!  If another house can seize one of our own, and hold him captive with impunity, it means we're no longer a house to be feared! Your mother's dead, before long I'll be dead, and you and your brother and  your sister and all of her children. All of us dead, all of us rotting in the ground. It's the family name that lives on. It's all that lives on. Not your honor, not your personal glory, family. Do you understand? You're blessed with abilities that few men possess. You're blessed to belong to the most powerful family in the Kingdoms, and you're still blessed with youth. And what have you done with these blessings, hmm? You've served as a glorified bodyguard for two kings, one a madman, the other a drunk. The future of our family will be determined in these next few months. We could establish a dynasty that will last a thousand years...or we could collapse into nothing, as the Targaryens did. I need you to become the man you were always meant to be. Not next year, not tomorrow, now.

  --  You Win or You Die [1.07]
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Ned Stark: I know the truth Jon Arryn died for.
Cersei Lannister: Do you, Lord Stark? Is that why you call me here, to pose me riddles?
Ned Stark: [gesturing to the bruise on Cersei's cheek] Has he done this before?
Cersei Lannister: Jaime would have killed him. My brother is worth a thousand of your friend.
Ned Stark: Your brother? Or your lover?
Cersei Lannister: The Targaryens wed brothers and sisters for three hundred years to keep bloodlines pure. Jaime and I are more than brother and sister; we shared a womb, came into this world together  we belong together.
Ned Stark: My son saw you with him.
Cersei Lannister: Do you love your children?
Ned Stark: With all my heart.
Cersei Lannister: No more than I love mine.
Ned Stark: And they're all Jaime's.
Cersei Lannister: Thank the gods. In the rare event Robert leaves his whores long enough to stumble drunken into my bed, I finish him off in other ways. In the morning, he doesn't remember.
Ned Stark: You've always hated him!
Cersei Lannister: Hated him? I worshipped him! Every girl in the Seven Kingdoms dreamed of him, but he was mine by oath. And when I finally saw him on our wedding day in the  Sept of Baelor, lean and fierce and black-bearded, it was the happiest moment of my life. And that night, he crawled on top of me, stinking of wine, and did what he did, what little he could do, and whispered in my ear, "Lyanna". Your sister was a corpse, I was a living girl, and he loved her more than me!
Ned Stark: When the king returns from his hunt, I will tell him the truth. You must be gone by then, you and your children; I won't have their blood on my hands. Go as far away as you can with as many men as you can, because wherever you go, Robert's wrath will follow you.
Cersei Lannister: And what of my wrath, Lord Stark? You should have taken the realm for yourself. Jaime told me about the day King's Landing fell. He was sitting on the Iron Throne, and you made him give it up. All you needed to do was climb the steps yourself  such a sad mistake.
Ned Stark: I've made many mistakes in my life, but that wasn't one of them.
Cersei Lannister: Oh, but it was. When you play the game of thrones, you win or you die. There is no middle ground.

  --  You Win or You Die [1.07]
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Theon Greyjoy: You're a very luck girl, d'you know that? (Osha glares at him and nods briefly before continuing her work) Where I come from, we don't show mercy to criminals. Where I come from, if someone like you attacked a little Lord... at low tide, we'd lay you on your back, on the beach- your hands and feet chained to four stakes. The sea would come in, closer and closer... you'd see death creeping towards you, a few inches at a time.
Osha: Where is it you come from?
Theon Greyjoy: The Iron Islands.
Osha: They far away?
Theon Greyjoy: (incredulous) You've never heard of the Iron Islands? (doesn't realize yet that Osha is mocking him)
Osha: (scornfully) Trust me, you've never heard where I'm from, neither.
Theon Greyjoy: (irritated, steps closer to her) Trust me, my Lord. (Osha gives him a bewildered look) You're not living in the wilderness anymore. In civilized lands, you refer to your betters by their proper titles.
Osha: And what's that?
Theon Greyjoy: (sharply) Lord.
Osha: Why?
Theon Greyjoy:(angrily) Why? What do you mean, "why?" My father is Balon Greyjoy, Lord of the Iron Islands!
Osha: (frowns) What's that got to do with you? If your father's Lord, how can you be Lord, too?
Theon Greyjoy: (impatient) I will be Lord, after my father-
Osha: So you're not Lord now.
Theon Greyjoy: No, he- (pauses, frowns at her suspiciously) You having a go at me? Is that it? (Osha glances at him contemptuously)
Osha: Just don't understand how you Southerners do things.
Theon Greyjoy: I'm not a Southerner.
Osha: You're from South of the Wall- that makes you a Southerner to me.
Theon Greyjoy: (smiles dangerously, comes closer) You're an impudent little wench, aren't you?
Osha: Couldn't say, my Lord- don't know what "impunent" means.
Theon Greyjoy: "Impudent". It means rude. Disrespectful. (stoops next to her and grabs her arm, rattling the chain on her neck) D'you want to lose that chain? (grabs her face and turns her towards him)
Maester Luwin:(enters the room) Theon Greyjoy! (Theon hastily lets go and steps back) The lady is our guest.
Theon Greyjoy: Thought she was our prisoner-
Maester Luwin: (sharply) Are the two mutually exclusive, in your experience? (Osha smirks at Theon; furious, he leaves the room quickly) Chances are, I won't be nearby the next time that happens.
Osha: (smiles) I'm used to worse than 'im. I'm used to men, could chew that boy up an' pick their teeth with his bones.
Maester Luwin: (chuckles, approaches her)...Why did you come here?
Osha: Didn't mean to come here. Meant to get much further South than this- as far south as South goes. Before the Long Night comes.
Maester Luwin: Why? What are you afraid of?
Osha: Those Things... that sleep in the day, and hunt at night.
Maester Luwin: (shrugs) Owls and shadowcats-
Osha: (glares up at him) I'm not talking about owls and shadowcats. (pause, she goes back to her work)
Maester Luwin: The Things you speak of... They've been gone for thousands of years-
Osha: They wasn't gone, old man... They was sleeping. And they ain't sleeping no more.

  --  You Win or You Die [1.07]
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Renly Baratheon: Lord Stark, a moment...Alone, if you will? [Eddard dismisses his guards] He [Robert] named you Protector of the Realm?
Ned Stark: He did.
Renly Baratheon: She won't care. Give me an hour, and I can put a hundred swords at your command.
Ned Stark: And what should I do with a hundred swords?
Renly Baratheon: Strike! Tonight, while the castle sleeps! We must get Joffrey away from his mother and into our custody; Protector of the Realm or no, he who holds the king holds the kingdom. Every moment you delay gives Cersei another moment to prepare; by the time Robert dies, it will be too late for the both of us!
Ned Stark: And what about Stannis?
Renly Baratheon: [incredulous] Saving the Seven Kingdoms from Cersei and delivering them to Stannis?! You have odd notions about protecting the realm!
Ned Stark: Stannis is your older brother-
Renly Baratheon: This isn't about the bloody line of succession! That didn't matter when you rebelled against the Mad King, it shouldn't matter now! What's best for the Kingdoms? What's best for the people we rule? We all know what Stannis is; he inspires no love or loyalty. He's not a king...I am.
Ned Stark: Stannis is a commander. He's led men into war twice, he destroyed the Greyjoy fleet.
Renly Baratheon: Yes, he's a good soldier, everyone knows that; so was Robert! Tell me something, do you still believe good soldiers make good kings?
Ned Stark: I will not dishonour Robert's last hours by shedding blood in his halls and dragging frightened children from their beds.

  --  You Win or You Die [1.07]
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Jon Snow and Samwell Tarly: Hear my words, and bear witness to my vow. Night gathers, and now my Watch begins. It shall not end until my death. I shall take no wife, hold no lands, father no children. I shall wear no crowns and win no glory. I shall live and die at my post. I am the Sword in the Darkness, I am the Watcher on the Walls, I am the Shield that guards the Realms of Men. I pledge my life and honor to the Night's Watch, for this Night, and all the Nights to come.
Veteran Ranger: You knelt as boys. Rise, now, as men of the Night's Watch. (Sam and Jon rise, hug each other, and hug the other veterans) Well done, well done. (Ghost walks up to them with something in his mouth)
Samwell Tarly: What's he got there?
Jon Snow: To me, Ghost- bring it here. (Ghost drops the object on the ground- it is the hand of a Wight)
Samwwell Tarly: Gods be good.

  --  You Win or You Die [1.07]
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Petyr Baelish: [after betraying Ned] I did warn you not to trust me.

  --  You Win or You Die [1.07]
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Ser Meryn Trant: Arya Stark, come with us. Your father wants to see you.
[Arya starts to walk toward Trant, but Syrio stops her]
Syrio Forel: And why is it that Lord Eddard is sending Lannister men in place of his own, I wonder?
Meryn Trant: Mind your place, dancing master. This is no concern of yours.
Arya Stark: My father wouldn't send you. And I don't have to go with you if I don't want.
Meryn Trant: Take her.
Syrio Forel: Are you men or snakes that you would threaten a child?
Lannister guard: Get out of my way, little man.
Syrio Forel: I am Syrio Forel...
Lannister guard: Foreign bastard.
[Syrio whacks the Lannister guard on the head with his wooden sword, knocking him out.]
Syrio Forel: And you will be speaking to me with more respect.
Meryn Trant: Kill the Braavosi! Bring the girl.
Syrio Forel: Arya child, we are done with dancing for today. Run to your father.
[Syrio proceeds to effortlessly disable all four Lannister soldiers]
Meryn Trant: Bloody oafs!
[[Ser Meryn draws his sword.]
Syrio Forel: Begone, Arya.
Arya Stark: Come with me, Syrio. Run.
Syrio Forel: The First Sword of Braavos does not run.
[Meryn Trant and Syrio fight briefly, then Trant snaps Syrio's sword in half.]
Syrio Forel: What do we say to the god of death?
Arya Stark: Not today.

  --  The Pointy End [1.08]
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Varys: [in a cell] Lord Stark, you must be thirsty.
Ned Stark: Varys?
Varys: I promise you, it isn't poisoned. Why is it no one ever trusts the eunuch? [Pulls the stopper out with his teeth, takes a sip and offers it to Eddard, who finally takes it and drinks deeply.] Not so much, my Lord, I would save the rest, if I were you. Hide it. Men have been known to die of thirst in these cells.
Ned Stark: What of my daughters?
Varys: The younger one seems to have escaped the castle. Even my little birds cannot find her.
Ned Stark: And Sansa?
Varys: Still engaged to Joffrey. Cersei will keep her close. The rest of your household though, all dead, it grieves me to say. I do so hate the sight of blood.
Ned Stark: You watched my men being slaughtered, and did nothing.
Varys: And would again, my Lord. I was unarmed, unarmored, and surrounded by Lannister swords. When you look at me, do you see a hero? What madness led you to tell the Queen you had learnt the truth about Joffrey's birth?
Ned Stark: The madness of mercy. That she might save her children.
Varys: Ahh, the children. It's always the innocents who suffer. It wasn't the wine that killed Robert, nor the boar. Oh the wine slowed him down, and the boar ripped him open, yes, but it was your mercy that killed the King. I trust you know you're a dead man, Lord Eddard.
Ned Stark: The Queen can't kill me. Cat holds her brother.
Varys: The wrong brother, sadly, and lost to her. Your wife has let the Imp slip through her fingers.
Ned Stark: If that's true, then slit my throat and be done with it.
Varys: Not today, my Lord.
Ned Stark: Tell me something, Varys Who do you truly serve?
Varys: The Realm, my Lord. Someone must.

  --  The Pointy End [1.08]
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Robb Stark: Treason? Sansa wrote this?
Maester Luwin : It is your sister's hand, but the Queen's words. You are summoned to King's Landing to swear fealty to the new king.
Robb Stark: Joffrey puts my father in chains, now he wants his ass kissed?
Maester Luwin : This is a royal command, My Lord. If you should refuse to obey...
Robb Stark: I won't refuse. His Grace summons me to King's Landing, I'll go to King's Landing. But not alone. Call the banners.
Maester Luwin : All of them, My Lord?
Robb Stark: They've all sworn to defend my father, have they not?
Maester Luwin : They have.
Robb Stark: Now we see what their words are worth.
Maester Luwin : Yeah.
[Maester Luwin goes away]
Theon Greyjoy: Are you afraid?
Robb Stark: [showing his hand trembling for fear] I must be.
Theon Greyjoy: Good.
Robb Stark: Why is that good?
Theon Greyjoy: It means you're not stupid.

  --  The Pointy End [1.08]
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Shagga: How would you like to die, Tyrion son of Tywin?
Tyrion Lannister: In my own bed at the age of 80, with a bellyful of wine and a girl's mouth around my cock!

  --  The Pointy End [1.08]
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Khal Drogo: Moon of my life, Mago says you have taken his spoils, a daughter of a lamb man who was his to mount. Tell me the truth of this.
Daenerys Targaryen: Mago speaks the truth, my sun and stars. I have claimed many daughters this day so they cannot be mounted.
Khal Drogo: This is the way of war. These women are slaves now to do with as we please.
Daenerys Targaryen: It pleases me to keep them safe. If your riders would mount them, let them take them for wives.
Qotho: Does the horse mate with the lamb?
Daenerys Targaryen: The dragon feeds on horse and lamb alike.
Mago: You are a foreigner. You do not command me.
Daenerys Targaryen: I am Khaleesi. I do command you.
Khal Drogo: See how fierce she grows? That is my son inside her, the stallion that will mount the world, filling her with his fire. I will hear no more. Mago, find somewhere else to stick your cock.
Mago: A Khal who takes orders from a foreign whore is no khal at all!
[Drogo's other bloodriders raise their swords at Mago]
Khal Drogo: Stop!
[The bloodriders back away as Drogo stands up and drops his sword to the ground as he walks slowly towards Mago.]
Khal Drogo: I will not have your body burned. I will not give you that honor.
[Mago raises his sword, but Drogo simply presses his chest against the edge, leaving a small wound on his chest]
Khal Drogo: The beetles will feed on your eyes. The worms will crawl through your lungs! The rain will fall on your rotting skin, until nothing is left of you but bones!
Mago: First you have to kill me!
Khal Drogo: I already have!
[Drogo ducks under the swing, slices open Mago's throat with the reverse edge of his own weapon, and then shoves his hand in the wound, tearing Mago's tongue out from its base]

  --  The Pointy End [1.08]
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Bran: What did you mean about hearing the gods?
Osha: You asked them; they're answering you. Shhh. Open your ears.
Bran: That's only the wind.
Osha: Who do you think sends the winds but the gods? They see you, boy, they hear you. Your brother will get no help from them where he's going. The old gods have no power in the south. The weirwoods there were all cut down a long time ago. How can they watch when they have no eyes?
Bran: Are there really giants beyond the wall?
Osha: Giants and worse than giants. I tried telling your brother he's marching the wrong way. All these swords, they should be going the north, boy; north, not south. The cold winds are rising.

  --  The Pointy End [1.08]
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Samwell Tarly: (as they burn the two Wights)...They were touched by White Walkers. (Jon, Pypar, Grenn and Rast look at him) That's why they came back- that's why their eyes turned blue. Only fire will stop them.
Jon Snow: How'd you know that?
Samwell Tarly: I read about it in a book. A very old book in Maester Aemon's library.
Jon Snow:...What else did the book say?
Samwell Tarly: The White Walkers sleep beneath the ice for thousands of years. And, when they wake up...
Pypar: And when they wake up...What?
Samwell Tarly: (stares up at the Wall, shrugs grimly)...I hope the Wall's high enough.

  --  The Pointy End [1.08]
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[Tyrion- followed by Bronn and the leaders of the Hill-Tribes- enters Tywin's tent as Tywin and Kevan are going over a map]
Kevan Lannister: (looks up) Tyrion!
Tyrion Lannister: (nods) Uncle. Father. (Tywin stares at him coldly)
Tywin Lannister: The rumors of your demise were unfounded.
Tyrion Lannister: (looks away) Sorry to disappoint you.
Tywin Lannister: (glances at Bronn and the Hill Tribesmen) And who are these...companions of yours?
Tyrion Lannister: ('indicates each of them) This is Shagga, son of Dolf, chieftain of the Stone Crows- Timmett, son of... Timmett, ruler of the Burned Men- this... fair maid is Chella, daughter of Shek, leader of the Black Ears- and here, we have Bronn, son of...
Bronn: You wouldn't know him. (Tywin gives him a scornful look, Kevan smiles ruefully)
Tyrion Lannister: May I present my Lord father- Tywin, son of Tytos, of House Lannister, Lord of Casterly Rock and Warden of the West. (pause, Tyrion comes forward, smirking) Kind of you to go to war for me. (he sits down and reaches for the wine flask, but Tywin moves it out of his reach)
Tywin Lannister: You left us no choice. The honor of the House was at stake. Your brother would never have submitted to capture so meekly.
Tyrion Lannister: (sarcastically) We have our differences, Jaime and I. He's braver, I'm better looking-
Tywin Lannister: He's been covering himself in glory.
Kevan Lannister: (to Tyrion) Jaime smashed the River Lords at the Golden Tooth- and now, lays siege to Riverrun, Catelyn Stark's homeland.
Tyrion Lannister: And the Starks? Lord Eddard-
Tywin Lannister: Is our hostage. He will lead no armies from his dungeon cell.
Tyrion Lannister: (smiles) How did my sweet sister persuade the King to imprison his dear friend Ned?
Tywin Lannister: (smiles) Robert Baratheon is dead. (Tyrion is startled) Joffrey rules in King's Landing. (Tyrion turns to Kevan, who smiles and nods)
Tyrion Lannister: My sister rules, you mean. (Tywin shrugs)
Kevan Lannister: Stark's son has called his banners. He moves south, with a strong host.
Tywin Lannister: (smirks) A green boy... One taste of battle, and he'll run back to Winterfell with his tail between his legs.
Tyrion Lannister: Maybe... though the boy does have a certain belligerence. You'd like him. (Tywin glares at him) While we're on the subject of war, I made promises to my friends here. And a Lannister always pays his debts. We shall require 3,000 helms and shields- plus swords, pikes, daggers, maces-
Lannister scout: (enters and kneels before Tywin's table) If it please my Lord, Ser Adam bids me report that the Northmen have crossed the Neck. (Kevan looks startled)
Tywin Lannister: (stands up) The wolf rushes into the lion's jaws. So be it. Kevan- command the drummers beat assembly! (Kevan nods) And send word to Jaime that I'm moving against Robb Stark.
Kevan Lannister: At once, my Lord. (walks out. Tywin walks around his table and sizes up Bronn and the three Hill-Tribe leaders; behind him, Tyrion grabs the wine flask and fills his cup)
Tywin Lannister: It is said that the men of the mountain clans are great warriors. Ride with me against my enemies, and you shall have all my son promised you, and more.
Shagga: Only if the Halfman fights with us. Until we hold the steel he pledged us, the little lion's life is ours. (Tyrion turns around, looking nervous; Tywin looks from the Hill-Tribesmen to him, smirking)

  --  The Pointy End [1.08]
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Varys: Cersei is no fool. She knows a tame wolf is more use to her than a dead one.
Ned Stark: You want me to serve the woman who murdered my king, who butchered my men, who crippled my son?
Varys: I want you to serve the realm! Tell the Queen you will confess your vile treason, tell your son to lay down his sword and proclaim Joffrey as the true heir! Cersei knows you as a man of honour. If you give her the peace she needs, and promise to carry her secret to your grave, I believe she will allow you to take the black and live out your days on the Wall, with your brother and your bastard son.
Ned Stark: You think my life is some precious thing to me? That I would trade my honour for a few more years of...of what? You grew up with actors, you learned their craft and you learnt it well. But I grew up with soldiers. I learned how to die a long time ago.
Varys: Pity. Such a pity. What of your daughter's life, my lord? Is that a precious thing to you?

  --  Baelor [1.09]
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Walder Frey: [On his new wife] You see that?  Fifteen, she is.  A little flower, and the honey's all mine.
Catelyn Stark: I'm sure she will give you many sons.
Walder Frey: Hah! Your father didn't come to the wedding.
Catelyn Stark:  He is quite ill, my Lord.
Walder Frey: He didn't come to the last one, either. Or the one before that. Your family's always pissed on me.
Catelyn Stark: My Lord, I...
Walder Frey: Don't deny it, you know it's true. The fine Lord Tully would never marry any of his children to mine.
Catelyn Stark: I'm sure there are reasons...
Walder Frey: I didn't need reasons. I needed to get rid of sons and daughters.  You see how they pile up? Why are you here?
Catelyn Stark: To ask you to open your gates, my Lord.  So that my son and his bannermen may cross the Trident and be on their way.
Walder Frey: Why should I let him?
Catelyn Stark: If you could climb your own battlements, you would see that he has twenty thousand men outside your walls.
Walder Frey: They'll be twenty thousand corpses, when Tywin Lannister gets here. Don't try and frighten me, Lady Stark. Your husband's in a cell beneath the Red Keep, and your son's got no fur to keep his balls warm!
Catelyn Stark: You swore an oath to my father.
Walder Frey: Oh, yes, I said some words, but then I swore oaths to the Crown too, if I remember right. Joffrey's' King now, which makes your boy and his corpses-to-be nothing but rebels, it seems to me. If I had the sense the gods gave to a fish, I'd hand you both over to the Lannisters.
Catelyn Stark: Why don't you?
Walder Frey: Stark, Tully, Lannister, Baratheon...give me one good reason why I should waste a single thought on any of you.

  --  Baelor [1.09]
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Ser Jorah Mormont: [sees an infected and incoherent Khal Drogo] Khaleesi.
Daenerys Targaryen: Come. He's very strong. No one understands how strong he is.
Ser Jorah Mormont: [inspects the wound] He will die tonight, Khaleesi.
Daenerys Targaryen: He can't. He can't. I won't let him.
Ser Jorah Mormont: Even a queen doesn't have that power. We must go quickly. I've heard there's a good port in Asshai.
Daenerys Targaryen: I won't leave him.
Ser Jorah Mormont: He's already gone, Khaleesi.
Daenerys Targaryen: Even if he dies, why would I run? I am Khaleesi, and my son will be Khal after Drogo!
Ser Jorah Mormont: This isn't Westeros, where men honor blood. Here they only honor strength. There will be fighting after Drogo dies. Whoever wins that fight will be the new Khal. He won't want any rivals. Your boy will be plucked from your breast and given to the dogs.
Daenerys Targaryen: I won't leave him.

  --  Baelor [1.09]
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Jeor Mormont: When does Aemon think you'll be able to use that hand?
Jon Snow: Soon, he says.
Jeor Mormont: Good- then you'll be ready for this, then. (picks up an ornate longsword with a white wolf's head for a pommel) I thought a wolf was more appropriate for you than a bear- so I had a new pommel made. It's called Longclaw- works as well for a wolf as a bear, I think. (holds the sword out to Jon, who takes it and half-draws it)
Jon Snow: (examining the blade)...This is Valyrian steel.
Jeor Mormont: (nods) It was my father's sword- and his father's before him. The Mormonts have carried it for five centuries. It was meant for my son, Jorah. He brought dishonor to our House, but he had the grace to leave the sword behind before he fled from Westeros. (turns away)
Jon Snow: My Lord, you honor me, but I can't-
Jeor Mormont: Oh, you can, and you will. (picks up his ale-cup, turns around) I wouldn't be standing here if it wasn't for you and your beast. (chuckles) Bloody dead man tried to kill me. So, you'll take it- and we'll hear no more about it. Understood?
Jon Snow: Yes, my Lord.
Jeor Mormont: (sits down) Now, don't think this means I approve of this nonsense between you and Alliser Thorne. That's a man's sword- take a man to wield it.
Jon Snow: ...I'll apologize to Ser Alliser tonight-
Jeor Mormont: No, you won't. I sent him to King's Landing yesterday. The hand that your wolf tore off that thing's wrist, I've... ordered Thorne to lay it at the feet of this... boy-king. That should get young Joffrey's attention- and, it puts a thousand leagues between you and Thorne. (Jon smiles) Now, go and put your sword somewhere safe- and bring me my supper.
Jon Snow: (sheathes Longclaw) Yes, my Lord. (walks out)

  --  Baelor [1.09]
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Jaime Lannister: Lady Stark, I'd offer you my sword, but, I seem to have lost it.
Catelyn Stark: It is not your sword I want. Give me my daughters back, give me my husband.
Jaime Lannister: I've lost them too, I'm afraid.
Theon Greyjoy: Kill him, Robb; send his head back to his father. He cut down ten of our men.
Robb Stark: He's more use to us alive than dead.
Catelyn Stark: Take him away and put him in irons.
Jaime Lannister: We could end this war right now boy, save thousands of lives. I fight for the Lannisters, you fight for the Starks. Swords, knives, teeth, nails; choose your weapon, and we can end this.
Robb Stark: If we did it your way, Kingslayer, you'd win. We're not doing it your way.
Jon Umber: Come on, pretty man!
Robb Stark: I sent 2,000 men to their graves today.
Theon Greyjoy: The bards will sing songs of their sacrifice.
Robb Stark: Aye, but the dead won't hear them. One victory does not make us conquerers. Did we free my father? Did we free my sisters from the Queen? Did we free the North from those who'd have us on our knees? This war is far from over.

  --  Baelor [1.09]
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Maester Aemon: Tell me, did you ever wonder why the men of the Night's Watch take no wives and father no children?
Jon Snow: No.
Maester Aemon: So they will not love. Love is the death of duty. lf the day should ever come when your lord father was forced to choose, between honor on the one hand and those he loves on the other, what would he do?
Jon Snow: He...He would do whatever was right. No matter what.
Maester Aemon: Then Lord Stark is one man in 10,000. Most of us are not so strong. What is honor, compared to a woman's love? And what is duty, against the feel of a newborn son in your arms? Or a brother's smile?
Jon Snow: Sam told you?
Maester Aemon: We're all human. Oh, we all do our duty when there's no cost to it. Honor comes easy then. Yet, sooner or later in every man's life, there comes a day when it is not easy. A day when he must choose.
Jon Snow: And this is my day? ls that what you're saying?
Maester Aemon: Oh, it hurts, boy. Oh, yes. I know.
Jon Snow: You do not know. No one knows. I may be a bastard, but he is my father and Robb is my brother!
Maester Aemon: The gods were cruel when they saw fit to test my vow. They waited until I was old. What could I do when the ravens brought the news from the South? The ruin of my house. The death of my family. I was helpless, blind, frail, but when I heard they had killed my brother's son, and his poor son, and the children. Even the little children!
Jon Snow: Who are you?
Maester Aemon: My father was Maekar, first of his name. My brother Aegon reigned after him, when I had refused the throne, and his son was Aerys whom they called "The Mad King."
Jon Snow: You're Aemon Targaryen!
Maester Aemon: I am a Maester of the Citadel, bound in service to Castle Black and the Night's Watch. I will not tell you to stay or go. You must make that choice yourself and live with it the rest of your days, as I have.

  --  Baelor [1.09]
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Ned Stark: I am Eddard Stark, Lord of Winterfell and Hand of the King. I come before you to confess my treason, in the sight of Gods and men.  I betrayed the faith of my King, and the trust of my friend, Robert. I swore to defend and protect his children, but before his blood was cold I plotted to murder his son, and seize the throne for myself. Let the High Septon and Baelor the Blessed bear witness to what I say...Joffrey Baratheon is the one true heir to the Iron Throne. By the grace of all the Gods, Lord of the Seven Kingdoms and Protector of the Realm.
Grand Maester Pycelle:  As we sin...so do we suffer.  This man has confessed his crimes in sight of Gods and men. The Gods are just! But beloved Baelor taught us they can also be merciful. What is to be done with this traitor, Your Grace?
Joffrey Baratheon:  My mother wishes me to let Lord Eddard join the Night's Watch. Stripped of all titles and powers, he would serve the Realm in permanent exile. And my Lady Sansa... has begged mercy for her father. But they have the soft hearts of women. So long as I am your King, treason shall never go unpunished! Sir Ilyn! Bring me his head!

  --  Baelor [1.09]
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[Afer Daenerys learns Mirri Maz Duur tricked her into partaking in a blood magic ritual that cost her unborn son his life and brought Drogo back as a catatonic shell]
Daenerys Targaryen: You knew what I was buying, and you knew the price!
Mirri Maz Duur: It was wrong of them to burn my temple. It angered the Great Shepherd...
Daenerys Targaryen: This is not God's work. My child was innocent!
Mirri Maz Duur: Innocent? He would have been the stallion who mounts the world. Now he will burn no cities, now his Khalasar will trample no nations into dust.
Daenerys Targaryen: I spoke for you. I saved you!
Mirri Maz Duur: Saved me? Three of those riders had already raped me before you "saved" me, girl. I saw my God's house burn. There where I had healed men and women, beyond counting. In the streets, I saw piles of heads. The head of a baker, who bakes my bread. A head of a little boy that I cured of fever just three moons past. So, tell me again exactly what it was that you saved?
Daenerys Targaryen: Your life!
Mirri Maz Duur: Why don't you take a look at your Khal? Then you will see exactly what life is worth, when all the rest has gone.

  --  Fire and Blood [1.10]
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Tywin Lannister: They have my son.
Tyrion Lannister: The Stark boy appears to be less green than we'd hoped.
Harys Swift: I'm told his wolf killed a dozen men and as many horses!
Addam Marband: Is it true about Stannis and Renly?
Kevan Lannister: Both Baratheon brothers have taken up against us. Jaime captured, his armies scattered...it's a catastrophe.  Perhaps we should sue for peace.
Tyrion Lannister: [Knocks his glass to the floor, shattering it] There's your peace. Joffrey saw to that when he decided to remove Ned Stark's head. You'll have an easier time drinking out of that cup than you will bringing Robb Stark to the table now. He's winning, in case you hadn't noticed.
Kevan Lannister: I'm told we still have his sisters...
Harys Swift:  The first order of business is ransoming Ser Jaime!
Addam Marband: No truces, we can't afford to look weak. We should march on them at once!
Kevan Lannister: First, we must return to Casterly Rock and raise more-
Tywin Lannister: THEY HAVE MY SON! Get out, all of you. [addressing Tyrion] Not you. You were right about Eddard Stark; if he were alive, we could've used him to broker a peace with Winterfell and Riverrun... which would have given us more time to deal with Robert's brothers, but now? Madness, madness and stupidity! I always thought you were a stunted fool. Perhaps I was wrong.
Tyrion Lannister: Half wrong. I'm new to strategy, but unless we want to be surrounded by three armies, it appears we can't stay here.
Tywin Lannister: No one will stay here. Ser Gregor will head out with five hundred riders and set the riverlands on fire from Gods' Eye to the Red Fork. The rest of us will regroup at Harrenhal. And you will go to King's Landing.
Tyrion Lannister: And do what?
Tywin Lannister: Rule. You will serve as Hand of the King in my stead; you'll bring that boy-king to heel, and his mother too, if needs be. And if you get so much as a whiff of treason from any of the rest, Baelish, Varys, Pycelle...
Tyrion Lannister: Heads, spikes, walls. Why not my uncle? Why not anyone?! Why me?
Tywin Lannister: You're my son. Oh, one more thing.  You will not take that whore to Court.

  --  Fire and Blood [1.10]
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Greatjon Umber: My lords. MY LORDS! Here's what I say to these two kings. [Spits, drawing laughter from the men] Renly Baratheon is nothing to me, nor Stannis neither. Why should they rule over me and mine from some flowery seat in the south? What do they know of the Wall or the Wolfswood? Even their gods are wrong. Why shouldn't we rule ourselves again? It was the dragons we bowed to and now the dragons are dead. [Draws his sword and points it to Robb] There sits the only King I mean to bend my knee to: the King in the North!
Rickard Karstark: I'll have peace on those terms. They can keep their red castle, and their iron chair too. [draws his sword and kneels] The King in the North.
Theon Greyjoy: Am I your brother, now and always?
Robb Stark: Now and always, Theon.
Theon Greyjoy: [draws his sword and kneels] My sword is yours, in victory and defeat, from this day until my last day.
Greatjon Umber: The King in the North!
Northern and Riverlords: The King in the North! [all drawing swords] The King in the North! THE KING IN THE NORTH!

  --  Fire and Blood [1.10]
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Jeor Mormont: (stares at his meal) Ham. How many days in a row must a man be expected to start his dinner with ham? Bring me some beer at least. (Jon pours ale) You look exhausted- was your moonlight ride that tiring? (Jon turns around slowly) Don't look so terrified. If we beheaded every man who ran away for the night, only ghosts would guard the Wall. At least you weren't whoring in Mole's Town. (Jon sets the mug of beer in front of him) Honor made you leave... and honor brought you back.
Jon Snow: My friends brought me back. (Mormont looks up at him)
Jeor Mormont: I didn't say it was your honor.
Jon Snow: They killed my father-
Jeor Mormont: (sharply) Oh, and you're gonna bring him back to life, are you? No? Good- we've had enough of that sort of thing. (gets up, walks past Jon to the fire) Beyond the Wall, Rangers are reporting whole villages abandoned. At night, they see fires blazing in the mountains from dusk until dawn. A captured Wildling swears that the tribes are uniting at some secret stronghold. To what ends... the Gods only know. (turns back to Jon) Outside Eastwatch, Cotter Pyke's men discovered four blue-eyed corpses- unlike us, they were wise enough to burn them. (pause) Do you think your brother's war is more important than ours?
Jon Snow: No.
Jeor Mormont: When dead men and worse come hunting for us in the night, you think it matters who sits on the Iron Throne?
Jon Snow: No.
Jeor Mormont: Good. Because I want you and your wolf with us when we ride out beyond the Wall tomorrow.
Jon Snow: Beyond the Wall?
Jeor Mormont: I'll not sit meekly by and wait for the snows. I mean to find out what's happening. The Night's Watch will ride in force, against the Wildlings, the White Walkers and whatever else is out there. And we will find Benjen Stark, alive or dead. I will command them myself, so I'll only ask you once, Lord Snow: are you a brother of the Night's Watch, or a bastard boy who wants to play at war?

  --  Fire and Blood [1.10]
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[After seeing Daenerys survive her husband's funeral pyre, and her three baby dragons hatch.]
Jorah Mormont: Blood of my blood.

  --  Fire and Blood [1.10]
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[Tyrion enters the Small Council Chamber, whistling "The Rains of Castamere"]
Tyrion Lannister: Don't get up! More ravishing than ever, Big Sister! War agrees with you! [Kisses Cersei on the cheek.]  Excuse the interruption. Carry on.
Cersei Lannister: What are you doing here?
Tyrion Lannister: It's been a... remarkable journey! I pissed off the edge of the Wall. I slept in a sky-cell. I fought with the Hill-tribes! So many adventures, so much to be thankful for!
Cersei Lannister: What are you doing here? This is the Small Council.
Tyrion Lannister: Yes, well, I do believe the Hand of the King is welcome at all Small Council meetings.
Cersei Lannister: Father is Hand of the King!
Tyrion Lannister: Yes. But in his absence...
[He hands a small scroll to Varys, who unrolls it]
Varys: Your father has named Lord Tyrion to serve as Hand in his stead while he fights.
Cersei Lannister: OUT! All of you, out!
[The rest of the Council leaves hastily as Cersei storms around the table towards Tyrion.]
Cersei Lannister: I would like to know how you tricked Father into this!
Tyrion Lannister: If I were capable of tricking Father, I'd be emperor of the world by now. You brought this on yourself.
Cersei Lannister: I've done nothing.
Tyrion Lannister: Quite right, you did nothing when your son called for Ned Stark's head. Now the entire North has risen up against us.
Cersei Lannister: I tried to stop it.
Tyrion Lannister: Did you? You failed. That bit of theatre will haunt our family for a generation.
Cersei Lannister: Robb Stark is a child.
Tyrion Lannister: Who's won every battle he's fought! Do you understand we're losing the war?
Cersei Lannister: What do you know about warfare?
Tyrion Lannister: Nothing. But I know people, and I know that our enemies hate each other almost as much as they hate us.
Cersei Lannister: Joffrey is King.
Tyrion Lannister: Joffrey is King.
Cersei Lannister: You are here to advise him.
Tyrion Lannister: Only here to advise him. And if the King listens to what I say, the King might just get his uncle Jaime back.
Cersei Lannister: How?
Tyrion Lannister: You love your children. It's your one redeeming quality. That and your cheekbones. The Starks love their children as well, and we have two of them.
Cersei Lannister: One.
Tyrion Lannister: One?
Cersei Lannister: Arya, that little animal, she disappeared.
Tyrion Lannister: Disappeared? What, in a puff of smoke?! We had three Starks to trade. You chopped one's head off, and let another escape. Father would be furious. Must be hard for you, to be the disappointing child.

  --  The North Remembers [2.01]
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Jaime Lannister: The King in the North. I keep expecting you to leave me in one castle or another for safekeeping, but you drag me along from camp to camp. Have you grown fond of me, Stark? Is that it? I've never seen you with a girl.
Robb Stark: If I left you with one of my bannermen, your father would know within a fortnight, and my bannermen would receive a raven with a message: "Release my son and you'll be rich beyond your dreams. Refuse, and your house'll be destroyed, root and stem."
Jaime Lannister: You don't trust the loyalty of the men following you into battle?
Robb Stark: Oh, I trust them with my life, just not with yours.
Jaime Lannister: Smart, boy. What's wrong? Don't like being called boy? Insulted?
[Jaime sees Robb's direwolf, Grey Wind, stalking around the cage.]
Robb Stark: You insult yourself, Kingslayer. You've been defeated by a boy. You're held captive by a boy. Perhaps you'll be killed by a boy.
[Grey Wind enters the cage doorway and stands quietly next to Robb.]
Robb Stark: Stannis Baratheon sent ravens to all the High Lords of Westeros. King Joffrey Baratheon is neither a true King, nor a true Baratheon. He's your bastard son.
Jaime Lannister: Well, if that's true, Stannis is the rightful King. How convenient for him.
Robb Stark: My father learned the truth. That's why you had him executed.
Jaime Lannister: I was your prisoner when Ned Stark lost his head.
Robb Stark: Your son killed him so the world wouldn't learn who fathered him and you... you pushed my brother from a window because he saw you with the Queen.
Jaime Lannister: You have proof? Or, do you want to trade gossip like a couple of fishwives?
Robb Stark: I'm sending one of your cousins down to King's Landing with my peace terms.
Jaime Lannister: You think my father's going to negotiate with you? You don't know him very well.
Robb Stark: No, but he's starting to know me.
Jaime Lannister: Three victories don't make you a conqueror.
Robb Stark: It's better than three defeats.

  --  The North Remembers [2.01]
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Robb Stark: I offer your cousins peace, if they meet my terms. First, your family must release my sisters. Second, my father's bones must be returned to us, so that he may rest beside his brother and sister in the crypts beneath Winterfell. And the remains of all those who died in his service must be returned also, that their families can honor them with proper funerals.
Alton Lannister: An honorable request, your Grace.
Robb Stark: Third, Joffrey and the Queen Regent must renounce all claim to dominion of the North. From this time to the end of time, we are a free and independent kingdom.
Northern Lords: The King in the North!
Robb Stark: Neither Joffrey nor any of his men shall ever set foot in our lands again. If he disregards this command, he shall suffer the same fate as my father...only I won't need a servant to do my beheading for me!
Alton Lannister: [stammering] Your Grace...these are...
Robb Stark: These are my terms! If the Queen Regent and her son meet them, I'll give them peace. If not, I will litter the south with Lannister dead.
Alton Lannister: King Joffrey is a Baratheon, Your Grace.
Robb Stark: Is he?

  --  The North Remembers [2.01]
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Tyrion Lannister: I don't like threats.
Varys: Who threatened you?
Tyrion Lannister: I'm not Ned Stark, I understand the way this game is played.
Varys: Ned Stark was a man of honor.
Tyrion Lannister: And I am not. Threaten me again and I'll have you thrown into the sea!
Varys: You might be disappointed in the results. The storms come and go, the big fish eat the little fish, and I keep on paddling.

  --  The Night Lands [2.02]
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Salladhor Saan: One thing. I want the Queen.
Davos Seaworth: The Queen?
Salladhor Saan: Cersei. I want her. I'll sail with your fleet, all thirty of my ships, and if we don't drown at the bottom of Blackwater Bay, I'll fuck this blond queen and I'll fuck her well.
Mathos Seaworth: This war isn't about you. We're not attacking King's Landing so that you can rape the Queen!
Salladhor Saan: I'm not going to rape her, I'm going to fuck her.
Mathos Seaworth: As if she would just let you.
Salladhor Saan: You don't know how persuasive I am. I never tried to fuck you.
Matthos Seaworth: Stannis is the rightful King and the Lord of Light!
Salladhor Saan: I've been all over the world, my boy, and everywhere I go people tell me about the "true god". They all think they found the right one. The one  true God is what's between a woman's legs, and better yet a Queen's legs. [Matthos walks away as Salladhor turns to Davos] I never thought you'd have a true believer for a son.
Davos Seaworth: Ah, he's young yet. I promise you the gold. I promise you the glory. I cannot promise you the Queen.
Salladhor Saan: You believe your king can win?
Davos Seaworth: He is the one, true king.
Salladhor Saan: You Westerosi are funny people. A man chops off your fingers and you fall in love with him! I'll sail with you, Davos Seaworth. You're the most honest smuggler I ever met. Make me rich.
Davos Seaworth: Get me to the gates of King's Landing, and I will.

  --  The Night Lands [2.02]
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[One of Daenerys's bloodriders has just returned, beheaded]
Ser Jorah Mormont: You have no need to see this.
Daenerys Targaryen: He is blood of my blood. Who did this?
Ser Jorah Mormont: Khal Pono, perhaps. Khal Jhaqo. They don't like the idea of a woman leading a khalasar.
Daenerys Targaryen: They will like it far less when I am done with them.

  --  The Night Lands [2.02]
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Tyrion Lannister: I heard there was some trouble in Littlefinger's brothel the other night.
Janos Slynt: Nasty business. Had to be done.
Tyrion Lannister: Yes, of course. The City Watch must keep the peace. Only I hadn't realized peace depended on killing babies.
Janos Slynt: Orders are orders.
Tyrion Lannister: Quite right, especially the Queen's orders.
Janos Slynt: I never said they were the Queen's orders.
Tyrion Lannister: No, but who else would want to murder King Robert's bastards? She's always been a jealous woman.
Janos Slynt: You know your sister better than I do.
Tyrion Lannister: You've heard the awful rumors about my brother and sister.
Janos Slynt: I don't listen to filth.
Tyrion Lannister:  Well, that's good of you, but you have heard them. I suppose people who do believe that filth consider Robert's bastards to be better claimants to the Throne than Cersei's children.
Janos Slynt: Joffrey is my King. The rest doesn't interest me.
Tyrion Lannister: I appreciate your loyalty. Tell me, when your men slaughtered Ned Stark's men in the throne room, did you give the order?
Janos Slynt: I did, and I would again. The man was a traitor, he tried to buy my loyalty.
Tyrion Lannister: The fool. He had no idea you were already bought.
Janos Slynt: Are you drunk? I'll not have my honor questioned by an imp!
Tyrion Lannister: I'm not questioning your honor, Lord Janos; I'm denying its existence.
Janos Slynt: If you think I'll stand here and take this from you, dwarf-
Tyrion Lannister: "Dwarf"? You should've stopped at "Imp"!  And, yes, you will stand here and take it from me, unless you'd like to take it from my friend here!
[Janos looks to his right and sees Bronn standing there, grinning]
Tyrion Lannister: I intend to serve as Hand of the King until my father returns from the war. And since you betrayed the last Hand of the King, well, I just wouldn't feel safe with you lurking about.
Janos Slynt: What are you... my friends at Court will not allow this! The Queen herself...
Tyrion Lannister: The Queen Regent! And you're a fool to believe she is your friend.
Janos Slynt: We shall hear what Joffrey has to say about this!
Tyrion Lannister: No, we shan't. [Nods to Bronn, who nods to four Gold-Cloaks marching into the room] There's a ship leaving for Eastwatch-by-the-Sea tonight. From there, it's rather a long walk to Castle Black. I hope you enjoy the Wall. I found it surprisingly beautiful. In a brutal, horribly uncomfortable sort of way.
Bronn: The lads will escort you. The streets aren't safe at night, my Lord.
Janos Slynt: These men are under my command! I command you to arrest this cutthroat!
Tyrion Lannister: His name is Bronn, and he is the new Commander of the City Watch.
Bronn: Boys?
[The Gold Cloaks seize Lord Janos and lead him out of the room.
Janos Slynt: I have friends at court! Powerful friends! The King himself made me a Lord!
Tyrion Lannister: To the new Commander. [They toast and drink] If I told you to murder an infant girl, say, still at her mother's breast, would you do it, without question?
Bronn: Without question? No. I'd ask how much.

  --  The Night Lands [2.02]
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Cersei Lannister: Lord Janos Slynt was Commander of the City Watch. You had no right to exile him!
Tyrion Lannister: I have every right. I am the King's Hand.
Cersei Lannister: You're serving as the King's Hand until Father gets here. I am the Queen Regent.
Tyrion Lannister: Listen to me, Queen Regent, you're losing the people. Do you hear me?
Cersei Lannister: The people? You think I care?
Tyrion Lannister: You might find it difficult to rule over millions who want you dead. Half this city will starve when winter comes, the other half will plot to overthrow you...and your gold-plated thugs just gave them their rallying cry. "The Queen slaughters babies!" You don't even have the decency to deny it! It wasn't you who gave the order, was it? Joffrey didn't even tell you? Did he tell you? I imagine that would be even worse.
Cersei Lannister: He did what needed to be done. You want to be Hand of the King? You want to rule? This is what ruling is, lying on a bed of weeds, ripping them out by the root, one by one, before they strangle you in your sleep.
Tyrion Lannister: I'm no king, but I think there's more to ruling than that.
Cersei Lannister: I DON'T CARE WHAT YOU THINK! You've never taken it seriously. You haven't, Jaime hasn't. It's all fallen on me.
Tyrion Lannister: As has Jaime repeatedly, according to Stannis Baratheon.
Cersei Lannister: You're funny. You've always been funny...but none of your jokes will ever match the first one, will they? Do you remember, back when you ripped my mother open on your way out of her and she bled to death?
Tyrion Lannister: She was my mother too.
Cersei Lannister: Mother gone, for the sake of you. There's no bigger joke in the world than that.

  --  The Night Lands [2.02]
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Bran Stark: Every night it's the same: I'm walking, running, but I'm not me. I'm running through the Godswood, sniffing the dirt, tasting blood in my mouth when I've made a fresh kill, howling. Old Nan used to tell me stories about magical people who could live inside stags, birds, wolves.
Maester Luwin: That's exactly what they were, Bran: stories.
Bran Stark: So she was lying? They don't exist?
Maester Luwin: Well, they may have done, but they're gone from the world along with much else. These are dreams, Bran, nothing more.
Bran Stark: No. My dreams are different. Mine are true. I dreamt of my father dying and Rickon had the same dream.
Maester Luwin: What about all the dreams you had that didn't come true? [removes a link from his chain] This link is made of Valyrian steel. Only one Maester in a hundred wears it on his chain. It signifies that I have studied the higher mysteries, and all who study these mysteries try their hand at spells. I was not different. I was young and what boy doesn't secretly wish for special powers to lift him out of his dull life into a special one, but in the end, for all of my efforts, I got no more out of it than a thousand boys before me. Come on. [tucks Bran back to bed] Maybe magic once was a mighty force in the world, but not anymore; the dragons are gone, the giants are dead, and the children of the forest forgotten.

  --  What Is Dead May Never Die [2.03]
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Loras Tyrell: Has your son marched against Tywin Lannister yet?
Catelyn Stark: I do not sit on my son's war councils, and if I did, I would not share his strategies with you.
Loras Tyrell: If Robb Stark wants a pact with us, he should come himself, not hide behind his mother's skirts!
Catelyn Stark: My son is fighting a war, not playing at one! (The Baratheon/Tyrell soldiers fall silent, stunned at this insult, but Renly merely laughs)
Renly Baratheon: (comes down from his dais and approaches Catelyn) Don't worry, my Lady- our war is only beginning.

  --  What Is Dead May Never Die [2.03]
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Balon Greyjoy: What are our words? [Theon hesitates] Our words?
Theon Greyjoy: "We Do Not Sow"
Balon Greyjoy: "We Do Not Sow". We are Ironborn. We're not subjects, we're not slaves. We do not plow the fields or toil in the mines. We take what is ours. Your time with the wolves has made you weak.
Theon Greyjoy: You act as if I volunteered to go. You gave me away if you remember. The day you bent the knee to Robert Baratheon. After he crushed you. Did you take what was yours then? [Balon slaps Theon] You gave me away! Your boy! Your last boy! You gave me away like I was some dog you didn't want anymore, and now you curse me because I've come home!

  --  What Is Dead May Never Die [2.03]
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Cersei Lannister: You monster! Myrcella is my only daughter. Do you really think I will let you sell her like a common whore?
Tyrion Lannister: Myrcella is a princess. Some would say she was born for this.
Cersei Lannister: I will not let you ship her off to Dorne as I was shipped off to Robert Baratheon!
Tyrion Lannister: Dorne is the safest place for her.
Cersei Lannister: Are you mad? The Martells loathe us.
Tyrion Lannister: That's why we need to seduce them. We're going to need their support in the war your son started.
Cersei Lannister: She'll be a hostage.
Tyrion Lannister: A guest.
Cersei Lannister: You won't get away with this. You think the piece of paper father gave you keeps you safe? Ned Stark had a piece of paper too.
Tyrion Lannister: It's done, Cersei.
Cersei Lannister: No.
Tyrion Lannister: You cannot stop it!
Cersei Lannister: No!
Tyrion Lannister: Just how safe do you think Myrcella is if the city falls? Do you want to see her raped and butchered like the Targaryen children? Make no mistake, they will mount her pretty little head on a spike right beside yours.
Cersei Lannister: Get out! [Pushes Tyrion back onto the stairs] Get out!

  --  What Is Dead May Never Die [2.03]
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Varys: Power is a curious thing, my lord. Are you fond of riddles?
Tyrion Lannister: Why, am I about to hear one?
Varys: Three great men sit in a room; a king, a priest and a rich man. Between them stands a common sellsword. Each great man bids the sellsword kill the other two. Who lives, who dies?
Tyrion Lannister: Depends on the sellsword.
Varys: Does it? He has neither crown, nor gold, nor the favour of the gods.
Tyrion Lannister: He has a sword, the power of life and death.
Varys: But if it's swordsmen who rule, why do we pretend kings hold all the power? When Ned Stark lost his head, who was truly responsible? Joffrey? The executioner? Or something else?
Tyrion Lannister: I've decided I don't like riddles.
Varys: Power resides where men believe it resides. It's a trick, a shadow on the wall, and a very small man can cast a very large shadow.

  --  What Is Dead May Never Die [2.03]
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Roose Bolton: Five Lannisters dead, for every one of ours. We've nowhere to keep these prisoners. We have barely enough food to feed our own.
Robb Stark: We're not executing prisoners, Lord Bolton.
Roose Bolton: Of course, Your Grace. The officers will be useful. Some of them may be privy to Tywin Lannister's plans.
Robb Stark: I doubt it.
Roose Bolton: Well, we'll learn soon enough. In my family, we say: "A naked man has few secrets, a flayed man none."
Robb Stark: My father outlawed flaying in the North.
Roose Bolton: We're not in the North...
Robb Stark: We're not torturing them!
Roose Bolton:  The high road's very pretty, but you'll have a'hard time marching your army down it.
Robb Stark: The Lannisters hold prisoners of their own. I won't give them an excuse to abuse my sisters.

  --  Garden of Bones [2.04]
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Tyrion Lannister: What is the meaning of this? What kind of knight beats a helpless girl?
Meryn Trant: The kind who serves his king, Imp!
Bronn: Careful now, we don't want to get blood all over your pretty white cloak.
Tyrion Lannister: Someone get the girl something to cover herself with. [Sandor Clegane gives Sansa his cloak] She's to be your Queen. Have you no regard for her honour?
Joffrey Baratheon: I'm punishing her.
Tyrion Lannister: For what crimes? She did not fight her brother's battle, you halfwit!
Joffrey Baratheon: You can't talk to me like that! The king can do as he likes!
Tyrion Lannister: The Mad King did as he liked. Has your Uncle Jaime ever told you what happened to him?
Meryn Trant: No one threatens His Grace in the presence of the Kingsguard!
Tyrion Lannister: I'm not threatening the king, ser. I'm educating my nephew. Bronn, the next time Ser Meryn speaks, kill him. That was a threat. See the difference?

  --  Garden of Bones [2.04]
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Tyrion Lannister: I apologize for my nephew's behavior. Tell me the truth. Do you want an end to this engagement?
Sansa Stark: I am loyal to King Joffrey, my one true love.
Tyrion Lannister: Lady Stark. You may survive us yet.

  --  Garden of Bones [2.04]
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Stannis Baratheon: Lady Stark, I had not thought to find you in the Stormlands.
Catelyn Stark: I had not thought to be here, Lord Stannis.
Renly Baratheon: Can that truly be you?
Stannis Baratheon: Who else might it be?
Renly Baratheon: When I saw your standard, I couldn't be sure. Whose banner is that?
Stannis Baratheon: My own.
Renly Baratheon: I suppose if we use the same one, the battle will be terribly confusing. Why is your stag on fire?
Melisandre: The king has taken for his sigil the fiery heart of the Lord of Light.
Renly Baratheon: Ah, you must be this fire priestess we hear so much about. Ah brother, now I understand why you found religion in your old age!
Stannis Baratheon: Watch yourself, Renly!
Renly Baratheon: No, no, I'm relieved. I never really believed you were a fanatic; charmless, rigid, a bore, yes, but not a godly man.
Melisandre: You should kneel before your brother. He is the Lord's Chosen, born amidst salt and smoke.
Renly Baratheon: 'Born amidst salt and smoke'? Is he a ham?
Stannis Baratheon: That's twice I've warned you.
Catelyn Stark: Listen to yourselves! If you were sons of mine, I would knock your heads together and lock you in a bedchamber together until you remember you're brothers.
Stannis Baratheon: It is strange to find you beside my brother, Lady Stark. Your husband was a supporter of my claim; Lord Eddard's integrity cost him his head. And you sit beside this pretender and chastise me?
Catelyn Stark: We share a common enemy!
Stannis Baratheon: The Iron Throne is mine by right. All those who deny that are my foes.
Renly Baratheon: The whole realm denies it, from Dorne to the Wall. Old men deny it with their death rattles and unborn children deny it in their mothers' wombs. No one wants you for their king. You never wanted any friends, brother, but a man without friends is a man without power.
Stannis Baratheon: For the sake of the mother who bore us, I will give you this one night to reconsider. Strike your banners, come to me before dawn and I will grant you your old seat on the Council. I'll even name you my heir, until a son is born to me. Otherwise I shall destroy you.
Renly Baratheon: Look across those fields, brother. Can you see all those banners?
Stannis Baratheon: You think a few bolts of cloth will make you king?
Renly Baratheon: No. The men holding those bolts of cloth will make me king!
Stannis Baratheon: We shall see, Renly. Come the dawn, we shall see.
Melisandre: Look to your sins, Lord Renly. The night is dark and full of terrors.
[Renly watches them leave.]
Renly Baratheon: Would you believe? I loved him once.

  --  Garden of Bones [2.04]
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Renly Baratheon:(sees Littlefinger in his war-camp and laughs mockingly) Well- if it isn't my favorite whoremonger! I pray I haven't kept you waiting long. (walks past Baelish with Brienne of Tarth and his bodyguards, into his tent)
Petyr "Littlefinger" Baelish:...Your Grace. (follows Renly in)
Renly Baratheon: (sits down) Now, you do the Lannisters bidding- is that it? Tell me, was my brother's body even cold before you secured your newest patron?
Petyr Baelish:...I'm a practical man.
Renly Baratheon: (glares at him)...Just not a loyal one.
Petyr Baelish: And who would you have me be loyal to- your brother's corpse?
Renly Baratheon: (smiles coldly, stands up and walks towards Littlfinger) I don't like you, Lord Baelish. I don't like your face, I don't like the words that come oozing out of your mouth- I don't want you in my tent one minute more than necessary. So, tell me- why are you here? (Littlefinger glances at Brienne, who glares back at him) You can trust Brienne- her loyalty comes without charge. (walks back to his desk, pulls an apple from a fruit-bowl)
Petyr Baelish:...You still have many friends at court, Your Grace...Many who believe Ned Stark erred by not supporting your claim.
Renly Baratheon: (frowns, then turns back to Littlefinger with a smug smile)...Now I understand. You know I have the numbers; you know I'm marching on King's Landing. When I take the Throne, you hope to retain your position...and your head.
Petyr Baelish: (smiles) I would give priority to my head. I understand that you don't like me- and while that saddens me greatly, I did not come here today seeking your affection. (pause) When you march on King's Landing, you may find yourself facing a protracted siege- or, open gates. (Renly stares at him)

  --  Garden of Bones [2.04]
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Petyr Baelish: Your Grace!
Margaery Tyrell: (walks past him without looking at him) Lord Baelish. (Littlefinger falls into step beside her)
Petyr Baelish: All these tents look the same to me. Would you be so kind-
Margaery Tyrell: (smiles) It would be my pleasure. It took me weeks to learn my way around the camp- twice, I walked in on officers in stages of undress. And, the moment I learn which tent is mine, we're on the move again.
Petyr Baelish: (glances at her) "Your" tent? Not "our" tent? The King snores, perhaps, or... simply prefers solitude? Pressures of command, no doubt- four Kings, vying for the Throne.
Margaery Tyrell: I am not tutored in warfare, but... basic arithmetic favors the side with the greater numbers.
Petyr Baelish: If war were arithmetic, the mathematicians would rule the world. (Margaery smiles) I did notice your brother entering His Grace's tent, just now.
Margaery Tyrell: (shrugs) The place of the Kingsguard is by the King's side.
Petyr Baelish: And... on the night of your wedding? Who was by the King's side then?
Margaery Tyrell: (smiles, still not looking at him) You seem quite interested in our marriage.
Petyr Baelish: Your marriage is quite interesting. Not only to me, but... to the Realm. The marriage of a wealthy girl always breeds interest... if nothing else. (Margaery finally meets his eyes)
Margaery Tyrell:...You've never married, have you? (Littlfinger is caught off-guard for a moment)
Petyr Baelish: I've been...unlucky in my affections, sadly.
Margaery Tyrell: (smiles) That is sad- though, perhaps it's for the best. The whole notion of marriage seems to confuse you. So, allow me to explain: my husband is my King, and my King is my husband. (pause) Here is your tent, Lord Baelish. Good night. (she walks on, Baelish bows to her)

  --  Garden of Bones [2.04]
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Daenerys Targaryen: Where I come from, guests are treated with respect, not insulted at the gates.
Trader of Spices: Then perhaps you should return to where you come from. We wish you well. [walks away]
Daenerys Targaryen: What are you doing? You promised to receive me!
Trader of Spices: We have received you. Here we are, and here you are.
Daenerys Targaryen: If you do not let us in, all of us will die.
Trader of Spices: Which we shall deeply regret, but Qarth did not become the greatest city that ever was or will be by letting Dothraki savages through its gates.
Ser Jorah Mormont: Khaleesi, please be careful.
Daenerys Targaryen: [enraged] Thirteen, when my dragons are grown, we will take back what was stolen from me and destroy those who have wronged me! We will lay waste to armies and burn cities to the ground! Turn us away, and we will burn you first.

  --  Garden of Bones [2.04]
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[Tywin Lannister has just arrived at Harrenhal]
Tywin Lannister: What's this?
Gregor Clegane: We weren't expecting you till tomorrow, Lord Tywin.
Tywin Lannister: [chuckles] Evidently not. Why are these prisoners not in their cells?
Gregor Clegane: Cells are overflowing, my Lord.
Polliver: This lot won't be here long. Don't need no permanent place. After we interrogate 'em we usually just -- [gestures towards the heads on spikes]
Tywin Lannister: Are we so well-manned that we can afford to discard able young bodies and skilled laborers? [Polliver doesn't answer and Tywin turns to Gendry] You, do you have a trade?
Gendry: Smith, my Lord.
Polliver: [sees Arya staring] What are you looking at? Kneel! Kneel or I'll carve your lungs out, boy.
Tywin Lannister: You'll do no such thing. This one's a girl...you idiot! Dressed as a boy. Why?
Arya: Safer to travel, my Lord.
Tywin Lannister: Smart. More than I can say for this lot. Get these prisoners to work. Bring the girl. I need a new cupbearer.

  --  Garden of Bones [2.04]
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Lancel Lannister: I am a Knight!
Tyrion Lannister: An anointed Knight, yes. Tell me, did Cersei have you knighted before or after she took you into her bed? [Lancel is dumbstruck] What? Nothing to say? No more warnings for me, Ser?
Lancel Lannister: You will withdraw these filthy accusations!
Tyrion Lannister: Have you ever given any thought to what King Joffrey will have to say when he finds out you have been bedding his mother?
Lancel Lannister: It's not my fault!
Tyrion Lannister: Did she take you against your will? Can you not defend yourself, Knight?
Lancel Lannister: Your own father, Lord Tywin, when I was named the King's squire, he told me to obey her in everything!
Tyrion Lannister: Did he tell you to fuck her, too?
Lancel Lannister: I only meant, I did as I was bid. I...
Tyrion Lannister: Hated every moment of it, is that what you'll have me believe? A high place in court, a knighthood, my sister's legs spreading open for you at night! Oh yes, it must have been terrible! Wait here, His Grace will want to hear this.
Lancel Lannister: Mercy! Mercy, my Lord! I beg you!
Tyrion Lannister: Save it for Joffrey; he loves a good grovel.
Lancel Lannister: My Lord, it was your sister's bidding, the Queen. I'll leave the city at once, I swear.
Tyrion Lannister: No, I think not.
Lancel Lannister: My Lord?
Tyrion Lannister: You heard me. My father told you to obey my sister. Obey her. Stay close to her side. Keep her trust. Pleasure her whenever she requires. No one ever need know as long as you keep faith with me. I want to know what Cersei is doing, where she goes, who she sees, what they talk of, everything and you will tell me.
Lancel Lannister: [kneels] Yes, my lord, I will. I swear it as you command.
Tyrion Lannister: Oh rise, rise. Let us drink to our understanding. Oh, you don't have a cup. Oh, well. Smile, cousin. My sister is a beautiful woman. And it's all for the good of the realm. Go back and tell her that I beg her forgiveness, that I want no more conflict between us and that henceforth I shall do nothing without her consent.
Lancel Lannister: But, her demands...
Tyrion Lannister: Oh, I'll give her Pycelle.
Lancel Lannister: You will?
Tyrion Lannister: Yes, I'll release him in the morning. Cersei can keep him as a pet if she wants, but I will not have him on the council. I could swear that I had not harmed a single hair on his head, but that would not, strictly speaking, be true.

  --  Garden of Bones [2.04]
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Margaery Tyrell: [looking at Renly's corpse] He was very handsome.
Petyr Baelish: He was, Your Grace.
Margaery Tyrell: "Your Grace". Calling yourself King doesn't make you one. If Renly wasn't a King, I wasn't a Queen.
Petyr Baelish: Do you want to be a Queen?
Margaery Tyrell: No. I want to be the Queen.

  --  The Ghost of Harrenhal [2.05]
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Stannis Baratheon: What is it?
Davos Seaworth: I'm sorry about your brother, Your Grace. I wanted to let you know people grieve for him.
Stannis Baratheon: Fools love a fool. I grieve for him as well, for the boy he was, not the man he grew to be.

  --  The Ghost of Harrenhal [2.05]
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Arya Stark: [about Robb] They call him 'The Young Wolf'.
Tywin Lannister: And?
Arya Stark: They say he rides into battle on the back of a giant direwolf. They say he can turn into a wolf himself when he wants. They say he can't be killed.
Tywin Lannister: And do you believe them?
Arya Stark: No, my lord. Anyone can be killed.

  --  The Ghost of Harrenhal [2.05]
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Brienne of Tarth: Once you're safely back amongst your own people, will you give me leave to go, My Lady?
Catelyn Stark: You mean to kill Stannis.
Brienne of Tarth: I swore a vow.
Catelyn Stark: But Stannis has a great army around him. His own guards are sworn to keep him safe.
Brienne of Tarth: I'm as good as any of them. I should never have fled.
Catelyn Stark: Renly's death was no fault of yours. You served him bravely.
Brienne of Tarth: I only held him that once as he was dying.
Catelyn Stark: He's gone, Brienne. You serve nothing and no one by following him into the earth. Renly's enemies are Robb's enemies as well.
Brienne of Tarth: I do not know your son, My Lady, but I could serve you if you would have me. You have courage. Not battle courage perhaps, but, I don't know, a woman's kind of courage. And I think that when the time comes, you will not hold me back. Promise me that you will not hold me back from Stannis.
Catelyn Stark: When the time comes, I will not hold you back.
Brienne of Tarth: [Draws her sword and places it on he ground, kneeling] Then I am yours, My Lady. I will shield your back and will give my life for yours if it comes to that. I swear it by the Old Gods and the New.
Catelyn Stark: [Holds Brienne's hand] I vow that you shall always have a place in my home and at my table, and that I shall ask no service of you that might bring you dishonor. I swear it by the Old Gods and the New.

  --  The Ghost of Harrenhal [2.05]
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Joffrey Baratheon: [After barely escaping the angry mob] Traitors! I'll have all their heads!
Tyrion Lannister: Oh, you blind, bloody fool!
Joffrey Baratheon: You can't insult me!
Tyrion Lannister: We've had vicious kings and we've had idiot kings, but I don't know if we've ever been cursed with a vicious idiot for a king!
Joffrey Baratheon: Y-you can't...
Tyrion Lannister: I can, I am!
Joffrey Baratheon: They attacked me!
Tyrion Lannister: They threw a cow pie at you! So you decided to kill them all!? They're starving, you fool! All because of the war you started!
Joffrey Baratheon: YOU'RE TALKING TO A KING!!!
Tyrion Lannister: [slaps Joffrey] And now I've struck a king! Did my hand fall from my wrist? Where is the Stark girl?
Joffrey Baratheon: Let them have her!
Tyrion Lannister: If she dies, you'll never get your uncle Jaime back. You owe him quite a bit, you know.

  --  The Old Gods and the New [2.06]
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[Theon and Dagmer barge in, waking Bran from his sleep.]
Theon Greyjoy: I've taken your castle!
Bran Stark: Theon?
Theon Greyjoy: It's Prince Theon now. Get up! You have to get dressed. I've taken Winterfell. I took it. I'm occupying it. I sent men over the walls with grappling claws and ropes.
Bran Stark: Why?
Theon Greyjoy: To take the castle.
Bran Stark: You went with Robb.
Theon Greyjoy: And he sent me back to Pyke. I'm a Greyjoy. I can't fight for Robb and my father both. Where's Hodor?
Bran Stark: I don't know.
Theon Greyjoy: [To Dagmer] Find the halfwit. My men are bringing your people into the courtyard.
Bran Stark: Why?
Theon Greyjoy: So you and I can go down and tell them how you've yielded Winterfell to me.
Bran Stark: I won't!
Theon Greyjoy: Yes you will.
[Bran hoists himself up.]
Bran Stark: I won't! I'll never yield. I'll fight you and throw you out.
Theon Greyjoy: The castle is mine but these people are still yours. You'll yield to keep them safe. To keep them alive. That's what a good lord would do. Think carefully about what you want to say.
Bran Stark: Theon. [Theon turns back to Bran.] Did you hate us the whole time?

  --  The Old Gods and the New [2.06]
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Theon Greyjoy: Ser Rodrik!  I sentence you to death!
Bran Stark: No! You said no harm would come to them if I yielded!
Theon Greyjoy: The old man couldn't keep his mouth shut.
Maester Luwin:  I urge you not to make a hasty decision.
Theon Greyjoy: He disrespected me in front of my men! That was his decision, not mine.
Maester Luwin: He's worth more to you alive than dead. The Starks will pay. Please, Theon, think on what you do.
Theon Greyjoy: You'll address me as Prince Theon, or you'll be next.
Dagmer Cleftjaw: Come!
[The Ironborn drag Rodrik across the courtyard to the block as the crowd protests.]
Bran Stark: No!
Rickon Stark: No!
Bran Stark: Theon! Please! Rodrik! Please stop, please!
Rodrik Cassel: He who passes the sentence should swing the sword!
Bran Stark: I'm begging you!
Rodrik Cassel: Coward!
[Theon pauses, then nods to the Ironborn, who force Rodrik to kneel; Theon motions Dagmer back and draws his sword]
Bran Stark: STOP! Stop right now!
Theon Greyjoy: You don't give commands anymore, little Lord.
Bran Stark: Please stop!
Rodrik Cassel: Hush now, child. I'm off to see your father.
Bran Stark: You said no harm would come! You said no harm would come to them, please!
Theon Greyjoy: Any last words, old man?
Rodrik Cassel: Gods help you, Theon Greyjoy. Now, you are truly lost.
Bran Stark: Please don't! I'll do anything! Please!
Rickon Stark: No, please stop it!
[Theon swings his sword but it takes him three more strikes and a kick to finally behead Rodrik.]

  --  The Old Gods and the New [2.06]
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Tywin Lannister: (comes up behind Arya as she is clearing the table, notices her glancing at a letter mentioning Robb Stark) Who taught you to read?
Arya Stark: (hastily) My father, my Lord.
Tywin Lannister: H'm. (picks up a letter from the table) I taught my son Jaime to read. The maester came to me one day, and told me he wasn't learning- couldn't make sense of the letters. Reversed them in his head. The Maester said he'd heard tell of this affliction, and that we simply must accept it- hah! (puts the letter back on the table) After that, I sat Jaime down for four hours every day, until he learned. (Arya stares at him) He hated me for it, for a time- for a long time. But he learned. (pause, Arya keeps clearing the table) Where is your father? Is he alive? (Arya pauses, shakes her head sadly) Who was he?
Arya Stark: A... stonemason.
Tywin Lannister: (surprised) A stonemason who could read? Hmm...
Arya Stark: He taught himself.
Tywin Lannister: (nods, impressed) Quite a man. What killed him?
Arya Stark: (pause) Loyalty.
Tywin Lannister: (pause, smiles slightly at her) You're a sharp little thing, aren't you? (starts to turn away)
Arya Stark: Is... (Tywin turns back towards her) Forgive me, my Lord- I shouldn't ask questions. (starts clearing the table again)
Tywin Lannister: No- but you've already begun. (looks at her expectantly)
Arya Stark: ...Did you know your father, my Lord?
Tywin Lannister: (nods) I did. I grew up with him. (walks over to a chair facing the window, sits) I watched him grow old. (pause) He loved us; he was a good man (Arya steals the letter mentioning Robb Stark)...but a weak man. A weak man, who nearly destroyed our house and name. (pause) I'm cold.
Arya Stark: I'll fetch more wood for the fire, my Lord. (Tywin nods, she leaves)

  --  The Old Gods and the New [2.06]
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Daenerys Targaryen: I am Daenerys Stormborn, of the blood of Old Valyria and I will take what is mine, with fire and blood!

  --  The Old Gods and the New [2.06]
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[Robb Stark learns that Theon Greyjoy has betrayed him and seized Winterfell]
Robb Stark: This cannot be true.
Roose Bolton: We've had ravens from White Harbour, Barrowtown and the Dreadfort, my lord. I'm afraid it is true.
Robb Stark: Why? Why would Theon...
Roose Bolton: Because the Greyjoys are treasonous whores.
Robb Stark: My brothers?
Roose Bolton: We've heard nothing of them...but Rodrik Cassell is dead.
Catelyn Stark: I told you, never trust a Greyjoy!
Robb Stark: I must go north at once.
Roose Bolton: There's still a war to win, Your Grace!
Robb Stark: How can I call myself 'King' if I can't hold my own castle? How can I ask men to follow me if...
Roose Bolton: You are a king! And that means you don't have to do everything yourself.
Catelyn Stark: Let me go and talk to Theon.
Robb Stark: There will be no talk, he will die for this!
Roose Bolton: Theon holds the castle with a skeleton crew. Let me send word to my bastard at the Dreadfort; he can raise a few hundred men and retake Winterfell before the new moon. We have the Lannisters on the run; if you march all the way back north now, you lose what you gained. My boy would be honoured to bring you Prince Theon's head.
Robb Stark: Tell your son Bran and Rickon's safety is paramount. And Theon...I want him brought to me alive. I want to look him in the eye and ask him why, and then I will take his head myself!

  --  The Old Gods and the New [2.06]
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Daenerys Targaryen: WHERE ARE MY DRAGONS?

  --  The Old Gods and the New [2.06]
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Jorah Mormont: I shouldn't have left you alone with these people.
Daenerys Targaryen: These people?
Jorah Mormont: They are not to be trusted.
Daenerys Targaryen: Who is to be trusted? Who are my people? The Targaryens? I only knew one: my brother, and he would have let a thousand men rape me if it would have gotten him the crown. The Dothraki? Most of them turned on me the day that Khal Drogo fell from his horse.
Jorah Mormont: Your people are in Westeros.
Daenerys Targaryen: The people in Westeros don't know I'm alive!
Jorah Mormont: They will soon enough.
Daenerys Targaryen: And then what? They'll pray for my return? They'll wave dragon banners and shout my name? That's what my brother believed and he's a fool.
Jorah Mormont: You are not your brother. Trust me, Khaleesi.
Daenerys Targaryen: There it is: trust me. And it's you I should trust, Ser Jorah? Only you? I don't need trust any longer. I don't want it and I don't have room for it.
Jorah Mormont: You are too young to be so...
Daenerys Targaryen: And you are too familiar!
Jorah Mormont: Forgive me, Khaleesi. No one can survive in this world without help. No one. Let me help you, please. Tell me how.
Daenerys Targaryen: Find my dragons.

  --  A Man Without Honor [2.07]
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Tywin Lannister: Wolfsbane, a rare substance. This is no common assassin.
Gregor Clegane: We hung twenty men last night.
Tywin Lannister: I don't care if you hanged a hundred. A man tried to kill me. I want his name, and I want his head.
Gregor Clegane: We think it was an infiltrator, from the Brotherhood Without Banners.
Tywin Lannister: A pretentious name for a band of outlaws. We can't allow rebels behind our lines to harass us with impunity; we look like fools, and they look like heroes. That's how kings fall. I want them dead, every one.
Gregor Clegane: Killing them isn't the problem. It's finding them.
Tywin Lannister: You gone soft, Clegane?  I always thought you had a talent for violence. Burn the villages, burn the farms. Let them know what it means to choose the wrong side.

  --  A Man Without Honor [2.07]
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Tyrion Lannister: It's just you, me and Joffrey, the "Lord of the Seven Kingdoms and Protector of the Realm".
Cersei Lannister: I'm sure you'll make a point eventually.
Tyrion Lannister: He needs to start acting like a king! This war you started is coming to our doorstep and if the entire city wants Joffrey dead...
Cersei Lannister: I'm not the one giving the boy whores to abuse!
Tyrion Lannister: I thought the girls might help him.
Cersei Lannister: Did you?
Tyrion Lannister: I was wrong! If we can't control him...
Cersei Lannister: Do you think I haven't tried? He doesn't listen to me!
Tyrion Lannister: [nodding] It's hard to put a leash on a dog once you've put a crown on its head.
Cersei Lannister: I always hoped he'd be like Jaime. He looks like him, in a certain light.
Tyrion Lannister: The boy's more Robert than Jaime.
Cersei Lannister: Robert was a drunken fool, but he didn't enjoy cruelty. Sometimes, I wonder...
Tyrion Lannister: What?
Cersei Lannister: If this is the price for what we've done. For our sins.
Tyrion Lannister: Sins? The Targaryens...
Cersei Lannister: Wed brother and sister for hundreds of years, I know. It's what Jaime and I would say to each other in our moments of doubt. It's what I told Ned Stark when he was stupid enough to confront me. Half the Targaryens went mad, didn't they? What's the saying? "Every time a Targaryen is born, the gods flip a coin."
Tyrion Lannister: You've beaten the odds. Tommen and Myrcella are good, decent children, both of them.

  --  A Man Without Honor [2.07]
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Jaime Lannister: Come to say goodbye, Lady Stark? I believe it's my last night in this world. [looks at Brienne] Is that a woman?
Catelyn Stark: Do you hear them out there? They want your head.
Jaime Lannister: Well, old Lord Karstark doesn't seem to like me.
Catelyn Stark: You strangled his son with your chains.
Jaime Lannister: Oh, oh. Was he the one on guard duty? He was in my way. Any knight would have done the same.
Catelyn Stark: You are no knight. You have forsaken every vow you ever took.
Jaime Lannister: So many vows. They make you swear and swear. Defend the King, obey the King, obey your father, protect the innocent, defend the weak. But what if your father despises the King? What if the King massacres the innocent? It's too much. No matter what you do, you're forsaking one vow or another. Where did you find this beast?
Catelyn Stark: She is a truer knight than you will ever be, Kingslayer.
Jaime Lannister: Kingslayer. And what a king he was! Here's to Aerys Targaryen, the second of his name, Lord of the Seven Kingdoms, Protector of the Realm, and to the sword I shoved in his back!
Catelyn Stark: You are a man without honor.
Jaime Lannister: Do you know I've never been with any woman but Cersei? So in my own way, I have more honor than poor old dead Ned. What was the name of the bastard he fathered?
Catelyn Stark: Brienne.
Jaime Lannister: No, that wasn't it. Snow, a bastard from the North. Now when, when good old Ned came home with some whore's baby, did you pretend to love it? No. You're not very good at pretending. You're an honest woman. You hated that boy, didn't you? How could you not hate him? The walking, talking reminder that the honorable Lord Eddard Stark fucked another woman.
Catelyn Stark: [to Brienne] Your sword.

  --  A Man Without Honor [2.07]
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Theon Greyjoy: You should be proud of your brother's achievement. I took the great castle of Winterfell with 20 men.
Yara Greyjoy: You're a great warrior. I saw the bodies above your gates. Which one gave you the tougher fight, the cripple or the six-year-old?
Theon Greyjoy: I treated the Stark boys with honor and they repaid me with treachery.
Yara Greyjoy: You treated them with honor by butchering them?
Theon Greyjoy: Before I had to kill them, I treated them...
Yara Greyjoy: You seized their home, as is your right. We're Ironborn; we take what we need.
Theon Greyjoy: Exactly.
Yara Greyjoy: Then you made them prisoners in their home and they ran away. Is that treachery? I'd call it bravery.
Theon Greyjoy: They made me a promise-
Yara Greyjoy: Your little boy prisoners made you a promise and you got mad when they broke it? Are you the dumbest cunt alive?
Theon Greyjoy: Don't call me a-
Yara Greyjoy: A cunt. A dumb cunt who killed the only two Starks in Winterfell. You know how valuable those boys were?
Theon Greyjoy: If I hadn't killed them, the Northerners would think me weak.
Yara Greyjoy: You are weak. And you're stupid.

  --  The Prince of Winterfell [2.08]
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Roose Bolton: My bastard is only a few days from Winterfell. Once he captures the castle-
Robb Stark: Theon has my brothers. If we storm the castle-
Roose Bolton: He wouldn't dare hurt the boys! (pause) They're his only hope of escaping the North with his head.
Robb Stark:...Send word to your son. Any Ironborn who surrender will be allowed to return safely to their homes.
Roose Bolton:...A touch of mercy is a virtue, Your Grace. Too much-
Robb Stark:Any Ironborn- with the exception of Theon Greyjoy. He betrayed our cause- he betrayed me. We will hunt him down, no matter where he runs.
Roose Bolton: I expect his countrymen will turn on him, the minute they hear the offer.

  --  The Prince of Winterfell [2.08]
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Kevan Lannister: King's Landing will fall an hour after Stannis lands his force- it's not too late for King Joffrey and Cersei and the rest of the court to ride west to safety.
Tywin Lannister: (scornfully)...Surrender the Iron Throne?
Kevan Lannister: Better than seeing their heads mounted on the city gates! Stannis will execute them all-
Tywin Lannister: No. A King who runs will not be King for long. He's a Lannister- he'll stand and fight. (Kevan sighs impatiently) Stannis two days from the capitol, and the wolf at my dorstep-
Kevan Lannister: Our scouts assure us Robb Stark remains north of Ashemark.
Tywin Lannister: Hah! The last time the scouts assured us of Stark's movements, he lured us into a trap! (stands up) Which is why my son is his prisoner. (walks to the fireplace as Arya pours Kevan wine) Too close to Casterly Rock.
Kevan Lannister: He sent a splinter force to capture Winterfell. The Greyjoys have done us a great favor- Stark won't risk marching on Casterly Rock until he's at full force!
Tywin Lannister: He's a boy, and he's never lost a battle! He'll risk anything, at any time- because he doesn't know enough to be afraid. (pause, comes over to the table) We'll ride at nightfall. (Arya looks up sharply) I want a full night's march before he knows we're on the move. Clegane- you'll maintain a garrison here at Harrenhal. Track down this Brotherhood- and destroy them. (moves around the table, looks at Arya) The girl's proven herself a good servant- she'll stay on with you. (to Arya) See that he doesn't get drunk in the evenings- he's poor company when he's sober, but he's better at his work.

  --  The Prince of Winterfell [2.08]
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Arya Stark: Where were you?!
Jaqen H'ghar: The man has patrol duty!
Arya Stark: Tywin Lannister was right here- and now, he's gone!
Jaqen H'ghar: A girl owes one more name- the Red God demands it. Give the man a name.
Arya Stark: (pause) How long, after I give you the name, does it take you to kill someone?
Jaqen H'ghar: (shrugs) A minute, an hour, a month (sits down) Death is certain... but time is not.
Arya Stark: He's taking his army to attack my brother- I need him dead right now!
Jaqen H'ghar: (shakes his head) This, a man cannot do.
Arya Stark: You promised you'd help me.
Jaqen H'ghar: Help was not promised, lovely girl. Only death. There must be others. Give a name, any name.
Arya Stark: And you'll kill them? Anybody?
Jaqen H'ghar: By the Seven New Gods and the Old Gods beyond counting, I swear it.
Arya Stark: Alright. Jaqen H'ghar.
Jaqen H'ghar: A girl gives a man his own name?
Arya Stark: That's right.
Jaqen H'ghar: Gods are not mocked. This is no joking thing.
Arya Stark: I'm not joking. A man can go kill himself.
Jaqen H'ghar: Un-name me.
Arya Stark: No.
Jaqen H'ghar: Please?
Arya Stark: I'll unname you.
Jaqen H'ghar: Thank you.
Arya Stark: If you help me and my friends escape.
Jaqen H'ghar: This would require more than one life. This is not part of our bargain.
Arya Stark: Fine, Jaqen H'ghar.
Jaqen H'ghar: A girl lacks honor. [Arya shrugs] If I do this thing, a girl must obey.
Arya Stark: A girl will obey.
Jaqen H'ghar: A girl and her friends will walk through the gate at midnight.

  --  The Prince of Winterfell [2.08]
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Ygritte: How long 'till we get back to your Crows?
Jon Snow: We're close.
Ygritte: What- a day? A half-day? (pause) You don't know, do you? (smirks) D'you even know where they are?
Jon Snow: (firmly) We're close.
Ygritte: ('turns around to look at him, walking backwards) What d'you think they'll say when they hear about you and me?
Jon Snow: Nothing happened between you and me-
Ygritte: ( mockingly, as Jon gets increasingly angry) "I swear it, old Crow, ser, we were only close together for warmth! And then, I felt it, right up against me backside like a clope- I could show you the bruise on me tailbone! And, before I knew what was where, his-his- well, it was all out in the open, all angry as you like, and I didn't want to want it, but- oh! I did! And he spread me legs and- ruined! The shame of it! Now, I can never marry a perfumed Lord- what would me poor, savage father say?"
Jon Snow: Turn back around-
Ygritte: "And I thought that we were done, but he said, 'turn back around'" (Jon stops walking, glaring at her) I'll tell you what, Jon Snow- since it's gonna be your word against mine, and since you can't talk about it without blushing- you may as well just... (grins at him)
Jon Snow: (scornfully) What, right here in the muck?
Ygritte: (laughs) Oh, I'll keep you warm enough. (she moves to undo her cloak, and Jon yanks on her rope to stop her) Are you that afraid of it?
Jon Snow: That's enough.
Ygritte: Oh, it's nice... and wet... and warm- (she starts walking towards him, subtly wrapping the loose rope around her wrists)
Jon Snow: Enough!
Ygritte:It don't have teeth- (she comes very close, Jon half-draws Longclaw and she steps back hastily) All right! All right- Gods, you're dull. (Jon moves his hand off Longclaw, and Ygritte suddenly yanks the rope taut, knocking Jon off his feet and pulling the rope from his hands. As Jon gets to his feet and draws Longclaw, she runs off, dissappearing around an icy outcrop. Jon runs after her and finds the end of her rope- cut. He hears a whistle and sees Ygritte grinning at him from a nearby rock; several Wildlings emerge from cover, surrounding Jon)...Should've took me while you had the chance.

  --  The Prince of Winterfell [2.08]
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Davos Seaworth: I understand why the older families look down at me.
Stannis Baratheon: Do you? Why?
Davos Seaworth: My father was a crabber.
Stannis Baratheon: And?
Davos Seaworth: Sons of lords don't like to break bread with sons of crabbers; our hands stink.
Stannis Baratheon: And where were those lords when Storm's End starved?!
Davos Seaworth: Many fought bravely for your brother. Many fought for the Mad King.
Stannis Baratheon: You defend these men who insult you behind your back.
Davos Seaworth: Some are happy to do it to my face.
Stannis Baratheon: We were forgotten. Robert and Ned Stark, they were the heroes, the glorious rebels. Marching from battle to battle, liberating towns from the yoke of the Mad King while I held Storm's End with 500 men.
Davos Seaworth: No one's forgotten, your Grace.
Stannis Baratheon: No? Robert did. He gave Storm's End to Renly after the war. Renly never fought a day in his life!
Davos Seaworth: He was only a boy.
Stannis Baratheon: Then why give him Storm's End? First, we ate the horses. We weren't riding anywhere, not with the castle surrounded. We couldn't feed them, so fine. The horses, then the cats. I've never liked cats, so fine. I do like dogs, good animals, loyal, but we ate them too. Then the rats. The night before you slipped through, I thought my wife was dying. She couldn't speak anymore, she was so frail. And then you made it through the lines, slipped right through in your little black sail boat with your onions...
Davos Seaworth: And some potatoes. Some salted beef, I believe.
Stannis Baratheon: Every man at Storm's End wanted to kiss you that night.
Davos Seaworth: I was relieved they did not.
Stannis Baratheon: Robert told me to hold Storm's End, so I held it. Then he told me he was giving it to Renly, so I gave it up. Insult or no, I gave it up because Robert was my older brother and he was the king and I've always done my duty. But now, I am the rightful king by every law of Westeros. And when I sit the Iron Throne, you will be my Hand.
Davos Seaworth: Your Grace, I pray I serve you well.
Stannis Baratheon: I expect you'll be the first crabber's son to wear the badge.

  --  The Prince of Winterfell [2.08]
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Cersei Lannister: Do you think I'm an idiot?
Tyrion Lannister: I'd say you possess above average intelligence...
Cersei Lannister: You shipped off my only daughter. Now you want to send my eldest son to the battlefield to die?
Tyrion Lannister: He'll have his Kingsguard protecting him, he has the finest armour gold can buy; he needs to be out there. The men will fight more fiercely seeing their King fighting beside them, instead of hiding behind his mother's skirts.
Cersei Lannister: Do you know why Varys is so dangerous?
Tyrion Lannister: Because he has thousands of spies in his employ? Because he knows everything we do before we do it?
Cersei Lannister: Because he doesn't have a cock.
Tyrion Lannister: Neither do you.
Cersei Lannister: Perhaps I'm dangerous, too. You, on the other hand, are as big a fool as every other man. That little worm between your legs does half your thinking for you.
Tyrion Lannister: It's not that little. [Cersei laughes humourlessly] Why are you laughing?
Cersei Lannister: Because I'm happy!
Tyrion Lannister: And why are you happy?
Cersei Lannister: Because I have your little whore.
Tyrion Lannister: I thought you preferred blondes.
Cersei Lannister: Such a droll little fellow. Tell me, have you married this one yet? No? Good, Father will be so pleased!
Tyrion Lannister: Why do you care who I fuck?
Cersei Lannister: Because a Lannister always pays her debts. You stole my daughter, you plot to have Joffrey killed.
Tyrion Lannister: This is madness. Stannis will be here in days, you need me.
Cersei Lannister: For what? Your skill in battle? Pretty thing, your whore. Lovely body; the bruises will heal in time...
Tyrion Lannister: Where did you find her?
Cersei Lannister: Varys isn't the only one who hears whispers. Really, a Lannister lion necklace? You need to hide your secret whores more carefully.
Tyrion Lannister: You've forgotten the most important thing about whores...
Cersei Lannister: Oh? Well, you're the expert, tell me.
Tyrion Lannister: You don't buy them, you only rent them.
Cersei Lannister: You're usually a better liar, baby brother. This one you like. You like her very much. Could it be love? Don't worry, she'll be treated gently enough... unless Joffrey is hurt, and then every wound he suffers, she'll suffer too. And if he dies, there isn't a man alive who could advise a more painful death for your little cunt.
Tyrion Lannister: And how do I know you haven't killed her already?
Cersei Lannister: You'd like to see her? I thought you might. Ser Mandon, bring in my brother's whore.
[Two Kingsguard knights drag in a beaten Ros]
Tyrion Lannister: I'm sorry they hurt you. You must be brave. I promise, I will free you.
Ros: Don't forget me.
Tyrion Lannister: Never.
[the knights drag her out. Tyrion turns to face a grinning Cersei]
Tyrion Lannister: I will hurt you for this. A day will come when you think you are safe and happy and your joy will turn to ashes in your mouth... and you will know the debt is paid.
Cersei Lannister: Get out.

  --  The Prince of Winterfell [2.08]
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Joffrey Baratheon: You're the Master of Whisperers. You're supposed to know everything.
Varys: No man can be in all rooms at all times. I have many little birds in the North, My Lord, but I haven't heard their songs since Theon Greyojoy captured Winterfell.
Joffrey Baratheon: The Stark forces are distracted. Now is the time to strike.
Tyrion Lannister: To strike? My dear nephew, you do see these men preparing the walls for siege? You do understand Stannis Baratheon sails this way?
Joffrey Baratheon: If my uncle Stannis lands on the shores of King's Landing, I'll ride out to greet him.
Tyrion Lannister: A brave choice, Your Grace. I'm sure your men will line up behind you.
Joffrey Baratheon: They say Stannis never smiles. I'll give him a red smile, from ear to ear.
[He walks away]
Tyrion Lannister: Imagine Stannis's terror!
Varys: (deadpan) I am trying.

  --  The Prince of Winterfell [2.08]
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Tyrion Lannister: The Lord of Light wants his enemies burned. The Drowned God wants them drowned. Why are all the gods such vicious cunts? Where is the god of tits and wine?
Varys: In the Summer Isles, they worship a fertility goddess with sixteen teats.
Tyrion Lannister: We should sail there immediately.

  --  The Prince of Winterfell [2.08]
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Joffrey Baratheon: If I tell the Hound to cut you in half, he'll do it without a second thought.
Tyrion Lannister: That would make me the "Quarter Man"; just doesn't have the same ring to it. Cut me in half and I won't be able to give the signal. No signal, no plan. No plan and Stannis Baratheon sacks this city, takes the Iron Throne, puts your pinched little head atop a gate somewhere. It might be quite amusing, except my head would be up there too! I've never much liked my head, but I don't want to see it removed just yet.

  --  Blackwater [2.09]
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Tyrion Lannister: Can I get you some iced milk and a nice bowl of raspberries, too?
Sandor Clegane:  Eat shit, Dwarf.
Tyrion Lannister: You're on the wrong side of the wall!
Sandor Clegane: I lost half of my men. The Blackwater's on fire.
Joffrey Baratheon: Dog, I command you to go back out there and fight!
Tyrion Lannister:  You're Kingsguard, Clegane.  We must beat them back, or they're going to take this city! Your King's city!
Sandor Clegane: Fuck the Kingsguard! Fuck the city! Fuck the King!

  --  Blackwater [2.09]
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Tyrion Lannister: Men, form up! Men! Men! They say I'm half a man, but what does that make the lot of you?
Lannister Soldier: The only way out is through the gates, and they're at the gates!
Tyrion Lannister: There's another way out; I'm going to show you. We'll come out behind them and fuck them in their arses! [the men laugh] Don't fight for your king and don't fight for his kingdoms! Don't fight for honour, don't fight for glory, don't fight for riches, because you won't get any! This is your city Stannis means to sack, that's your gate he's ramming! If he gets in, it'll be your houses he burns, your gold he steals, your women he'll rape. Those are brave men knocking at our door. Let's go kill them!

  --  Blackwater [2.09]
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Tywin Lannister: The battle is over; We have won!

  --  Blackwater [2.09]
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Stannis Baratheon: You said you saw my victory in the flames.
Melisandre: I did. I still see it.
Stannis Baratheon: The flames lied. And I'm no better than a savage, trusting in a fire god! I fought for your god in Blackwater Bay. I led my men to the gates of the Seventh Hell as their brothers burned alive and for what? An attack from behind by Tywin Lannister and the Tyrells? If you see so much in your flames, why didn't you warn me?
Melisandre: The Lord of Light only allows me glimpses.
Stannis Baratheon: You claim to speak for a god!
Melisandre: Will you quit the war just because you've lost a battle?
Stannis Baratheon: You talk about war as if you understand it.
Melisandre: I've been fighting far longer than you.
Stannis Baratheon: Have you? Show me how you fight! [Stannis seizes Melisandre by the throat and starts throttling her] Show me! Where is your god now? Will he save you? Where is your god?!
Melisandre: Inside you.
Stannis Baratheon: I murdered my brother!
Melisandre: We murdered him. Share the weight with me.
Stannis Baratheon: He wasn't your brother.
Melisandre: This war has just begun. It will last for years. Thousands will die at your command. You will betray the men serving you, you will betray your family, you will betray everything you once held dear...and it will all be worth it, because you are the Son of Fire, you are the Warrior of Light. You will sweep aside this pretender and that one; you will be king.

  --  Valar Morghulis [2.10]
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Theon Greyjoy: I will kill that man. I don't care how many arrows they feather me with, how many spears they run through me, I will kill that horn-blowing cunt before I fall!
Maester Luwin: They want you to know you're surrounded.
Theon Greyjoy: I know I'm surrounded. I know that because I stood on the battlements and saw I was surrounded.
Maester Luwin: They don't want you to sleep. They want to sap your spirit before...
Theon Greyjoy: Thank you, wise bald man! Thank you for explaining siege tactics to me. [The horn blows again.] No word from my father?
Maester Luwin: No.
Theon Greyjoy: Send more ravens.
Maester Luwin: You killed all the ravens.
Theon Greyjoy: The first time I saw Winterfell...[Theon trails off as he hears the horn blow again.] The first time I saw Winterfell, it looked like something that had been here for thousands of years, and would be here for thousands of years after I was dead. I saw it and I thought, "Of course Ned Stark crushed our rebellion and killed my brothers. We never stood a chance against a man who lives here."
Maester Luwin: Lord Stark went out of his way to make it your home.
Theon Greyjoy: Yes I know my captors were so very kind to me, you love reminding me of that! Everybody in this frozen pile of shit has loved reminding me of that. You know what it's like to be told how lucky you are to be someone's prisoner? To be told how much you owe them? And then to go back home to your real father... [Theon begins to shed tears as the horn blows again.] I will kill that man! I swear to the Drowned God, the old gods, the new gods, TO EVERY FUCKING GOD IN EVERY FUCKING HEAVEN, I WILL KILL THAT MAN!
Maester Luwin: Theon, listen to me. I serve Winterfell. Now Winterfell is yours. I'm bound by oath to serve you.
Theon Greyjoy: And what's your counsel, trusted friend?
Maester Luwin: Run. Five hundred Northmen wait outside the walls, you have 20 men. You can't win. Wait for nightfall and run.
Theon Greyjoy: There's nowhere to run. I'll never make it back to the Iron Islands. And even if I did, even if by some miracle I slipped through the lines and made it home, I'll be a coward. The Greyjoy who ran. The shame of the family.
Maester Luwin: [In a gentle tone.] Don't go home. Join the Night's Watch. Once a man has taken the black, he is beyond reach of the law. All his past crimes are forgiven.
Theon Greyjoy: I won't make it to the wall. I won't make it ten feet past the Winterfell gates.
Maester Luwin: There are ways. Hidden passageways built so the Lords of Winterfell could escape. The road will be dangerous. But with a little luck...The Night's Watch is an ancient, honorable order. You'll have opportunities there.
Theon Greyjoy: The opportunity for Jon Snow to cut my throat in my sleep!
Maester Luwin: The opportunity to make amends for what you've done.
Theon Greyjoy: I've done a lot, haven't I? Things I never imagined myself doing.
Maester Luwin: I've known you for many years, Theon Greyjoy. You're not the man you are pretending to be. Not yet.
Theon Greyjoy: You may be right. I've gone too far to pretend to be anything else.

  --  Valar Morghulis [2.10]
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[Bran, Rickon, Osha, and Hodor find a wounded Luwin amid the dead in the courtyard]
Bran Stark: Tell us what medicine to get from your chambers.
Rickon Stark: We'll make you better.
Maester Luwin: I feel just fine.
Bran Stark: They burned it down. They burned everything.
Maester Luwin: Not everything. Not you. But they may come back. You have to go. Put on your warmest clothes, pack as much food as you can carry, and go north.
Osha: North is the wrong way. Their mother and brother are south.
Maester Luwin: We don't know where. There are too many enemies in the south. Go to the wall, to Jon. He'll look after you and let your mother know you're safe.
Bran Stark: I don't want to leave you.
Maester Luwin: No more than I want to leave you. I pulled you into the world. Both of you. I've seen both your faces almost every day since, and for that I consider myself very, very lucky. Go now with Hodor. Go on. I'll be right here. [Bran and Rickon leave with Hodor.] Osha, you must protect them. You're the only one who can. You may have to protect them against your own kind.
Osha: I have no great love for my own kind. I'll get you milk of the poppy. Tell me where to find it.
Maester Luwin: I don't want milk of the poppy.
[Maester Luwin nods toward the dagger Osha is carrying]
Maester Luwin: Do it quickly.

  --  Valar Morghulis [2.10]
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[Daenerys, having taken Xaro Xhoan Daxos and Doreah captive for betraying her, opens Xaro's vault and inspects it]
Daenerys Targaryen:...Nothing. (turns to face Xaro) Thank you, Xaro Xhoan Daxos. Thank you, for teaching me this lesson. (she gestures to her Dothraki, who drag Xaro and Doreah into the vault)
Xaro Xhoan Daxos: I am King of Qarth. I can help you now, truly- help you- we can take the Iron Throne! I'll bring you a thousand-
Doreah: (sobbing) Please, Khaleesi, I beg you, please!-
Xaro Xhoan Daxos: All is within your reach-
[Daenerys closes the vault, locking them inside forever]

  --  Valar Morghulis [2.10]
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[Arya meets with Jacquen after he helps her, Hot Pie, and Gendry escape from Harrenhall]
Arya Stark: What are you doing here?
Jaqen H'ghar: Waiting for you.
Arya Stark: How did you know we'd come this way?
Jaqen H'ghar: After all the things you have seen, this is your question? (he starts to walk away, Arya blocks his path)
Arya Stark: How did you kill those guards? Was it hard? (Jaqen looks at her carefully)
Jaqen H'ghar: No harder than taking a new name- if you know the way-
Arya Stark: Show me how. I want to be able to do it, too!
Jaqen H'ghar: If you would learn, then you must come with me.
Arya Stark: Where?
Jaqen H'ghar: (nods eastwards) Far and away, across the Narrow Sea, to Braavos.
Arya Stark: (smiles)...My Dancing Master was from Braavos.
Jaqen H'ghar: (smiles ruefully) To be a Dancing Master is a special thing; but to be a Faceless Man...that is something else entirely. (Arya stares at him, torn) The girl has many names on her lips: Joffrey, Cersei, Tywin Lannister. Illyn Payne, the Hound. Names to offer up to the Red God...She could offer them all, one by one.
Arya Stark:...I want to. (pause, Jaqen stares at her) But I can't. I need to find my brother, and mother...and my sister. I need to find her, too.
Jaqen H'ghar: Then, we must part. (reaches into his belt pouch) The man has duties as well. (pulls an iron coin from his pouch and offers it to her) Here.
Arya Stark:...What is it?
Jaqen H'ghar: A coin of great value.
Arya Stark: (takes it) Could it buy a horse?
Jaqen H'ghar: It is not meant for the buying of horses.
Arya Stark: Then what good is it?
Jaqen H'ghar: If the day comes when you must find me again, just give that coin to any man from Braavos- and say these words to him: Valar Morghulis.
Arya Stark:...Valar Murghulis? (Jaqen nods and starts to walk past her) Please don't go, Jaqen.
Jaqen H'ghar: (turns back to look at her)...Jaqen is dead. Say it again: Valar Morghulis.
Arya Stark: Valar Morghulis.
Jaqen H'ghar: Good. (Jaqen turns away momentarily. When he turns back, he has an entirely different face, but the same voice) Farewell, Arya Stark.

  --  Valar Morghulis [2.10]
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[A horn sounds, Sam smiles.]
Samwell Tarly: It's Jon and the Halfhand, they're back!
[He is interrupted by a second horn blast.]
Grenn: Two blasts is Wildlings!
Dolorous Edd: You're not fighting them alone, come on!
[As they start to move towards the Fist, there is a third blast, and they freeze, horrified.]
Grenn: Three blasts.
Dolorous Edd: RUN!
Samwell Tarly: Wait! Wait for me! Grenn! Edd!
[White walkers and wights swarm around the rock]

  --  Valar Morghulis [2.10]
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[Jon is brought into Mance Rayder's Wildling camp by Ygritte and Rattleshirt; he observes the Wildlings, then sees a Giant carrying mammoth tusks and is amazed]
Ygritte: (grins) First time you've seen a giant, Jon Snow? (Jon nods, still staring at the giant) Well, don't stare too long. They're shy- but when they stop being shy, they get angry. And when they're angry, I've seen them pound a man straight into the ground like a hammer on a nail. (she walks past, Jon follows; the Wildling children begin shouting "Crow!" at Jon and occasionallly throwing pebbles at him) You're wearing the wrong color.
Jon Snow: Mance was a Ranger.
Ygritte: In your hearts, all you Crows want to fly free.
Jon Snow: When I'm free, will I be free to go? (two more children run at him yelling "Crow" and throw their stones)
Ygritte: Sure you will! (knocks down the children with her spear, then turns to smile at Jon) And I'll be free to kill you. (they keep walking) Got no respect, this lot- got no fathers to slap 'em when they're foul.
Jon Snow: What happened to their fathers?
Ygritte: Some of 'em were killed by Crows like you. Don't look so glum, Jon Snow- if Mance Rayder likes you, you'll live another day. And if he don't... (grins at him again)

  --  Valar Dohaeris [3.01]
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Tormund Giantsbane: I smell a Crow.
Lord of Bones: We killed his friends. Thought you'd want to question this one.
Tormund Giantsbane: What do we want with a baby Crow?
Ygritte: This baby killed Qhorin Halfhand.
Tormund Giantsbane: That halfhanded cunt killed friends of mine. Friends twice your size.
Jon Snow: My father taught me big men fall just as quick as little ones if you put a sword through their hearts.
Tormund Giantsbane: Plenty of little men tried to put their swords through my heart. And there's plenty of little skeletons buried in the woods. What's your name, boy?
Jon Snow: Jon Snow... Your Grace.
Tormund Giantsbane: "Your Grace?"  Do you hear that? From now on, you'd better kneel every time I fart.

  --  Valar Dohaeris [3.01]
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Jorah Mormont: (observing Dany's dragons catching fish)...They're growing fast.
Daenerys Targaryen: Not fast enough. I can't wait that long.(pause) I need an army.
Jorah Mormont: We'll be in Astapor by nightfall. Some say the Unsullied are the greatest soldiers in the world-
Daenerys Targaryen: (turns to face him) The greatest slave-soldiers in the world. The distinction means a good deal to some people-
Jorah Mormont: Do those people have any better ideas about how to put you on the Iron Throne?
Daenerys Targaryen:...It's too beautiful of a day, to argue. (one of her Dothraki followers vomits)
Jorah Mormont:...You're right. Another lovely day on the high seas-
Daenerys Targaryen: Don't mock them. They're the first Dothraki who've ever been on a ship- they followed me across the Poison Water! If they'll do it, others will, and with a true Khalasar-
Jorah Mormont: The Dothraki follow strength above all, Khaleesi. You'll have a true Khalasar when you prove yourself strong- and not before.

  --  Valar Dohaeris [3.01]
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Bronn: I grow poor protecting you.
Tyrion Lannister: Poor? Under my patronage, you've become a knight, you've served as commander of the City Watch.
Bronn: Briefly.
Tyrion Lannister: I'm sure you've filled your pockets.
Bronn: And now, my pockets are empty. You've given me a taste for the finer things and if you want me to carry on protecting you, you'll have to pay more.
Tyrion Lannister: I thought we were friends.
Bronn: We are but I'm a sellsword.  I sell my sword, I don't loan it out to friends as a favor.

  --  Valar Dohaeris [3.01]
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Tyrion Lannister: The badge looks good on you. Almost as good as it looked on me. Are you enjoying your new position?
Tywin Lannister: Am I enjoying it?
Tyrion Lannister: I was very happy as Hand of the King.
Tywin Lannister: Yes. I heard how happy you were. You brought a whore into my bed.
Tyrion Lannister: It wasn't your bed at the time.
Tywin Lannister: I sent you here to advise the king. I gave you real power and authority. You chose to spend your days as you always have: bedding harlots and drinking with thieves.
Tyrion Lannister: Occasionally I drank with the harlots.
Tywin Lannister: What do you want, Tyrion?
Tyrion Lannister: Why does everyone assume I want something? Can't I simply visit with my beloved father? My beloved father who somehow forgot to visit his wounded son after he fell on the battlefield.
Tywin Lannister: Maester Pycelle assured me your wounds were not fatal.
Tyrion Lannister: I organized the defense of this city while you held court in the ruins of Harrenhal. I led the foray when the enemies were at the gate while your grandson, the king, quivered in fear behind the walls. I bled in the mud for our family. And as my reward, I was trundled off to some dark little cell. But what do I want? A little bloody gratitude would be a start.
Tywin Lannister: Jugglers and singers require applause. You are a Lannister. Do you think I demanded a garland of roses every time I suffered a wound on a battlefield? Hmm? Now, I have seven kingdoms to look after and three of them are in open rebellion. So tell me what you want.
Tyrion Lannister: I want what is mine by right. Jaime is your eldest son, heir to your lands and titles. But he is a Kingsguard, forbidden from marriage or inheritance. The day Jaime put on the white cloak, he gave up his claim to Casterly Rock. I am your son and lawful heir.
Tywin Lannister: You want Casterly Rock?
Tyrion Lannister: It is mine by right.
Tywin Lannister: We'll find you accommodations more suited to your name and as a reward for your accomplishments during the battle of Blackwater Bay. And when the time is right, you will be given a position fit for your talents so that you can serve your family and protect our legacy. And if you serve faithfully, you will be rewarded with a suitable wife. And I would let myself be consumed by maggots before mocking the family name and making you heir to Casterly Rock.
Tyrion Lannister: Why?
Tywin Lannister: Why? You ask that? You, who killed your mother to come into the world? You are an ill-made, spiteful little creature full of envy, lust, and low cunning. Men's laws give you the right to bear my name and display my colors since I cannot prove that you are not mine. And to teach me humility, the gods have condemned me to watch you waddle about wearing that proud lion that was my father's sigil and his father's before him. But neither gods nor men will ever compel me to let you turn Casterly Rock into your whorehouse. Go, now. Speak no more of your rights to Casterly Rock. Go. [Tyrion walks away] Oh, one more thing. The next whore I catch in your bed, I'll hang.

  --  Valar Dohaeris [3.01]
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Davos Seaworth: Your Grace, you are the rightful king. Not only by blood. You're an honorable man, a just man. And there is still a war to fight.
Stannis Baratheon: I am fighting.
Davos Seaworth: By burning prisoners alive?
Melissandre: How would you punish the infidels, Ser Davos?
Davos Seaworth: I do not judge people for the gods they worship. If I did, I'd have thrown you in the sea before you ever set foot on Dragonstone.
Melissandre: I'm not your enemy.
Davos Seaworth: You are my enemy.
Melissandre: Was it me you fought on Blackwater Bay? Did I set your ships ablaze? I wasn't there when the wildfire killed our men by the thousands. I could have saved those men. You would have taken the city, Stannis would now sit upon his rightful throne, and you would stand beside him. But I wasn't there because you convinced your king to leave me behind. Do you hear them screaming? All those burning men in the water crying for their mothers, for their gods for help? Until the moment the Blackwater swallowed them. Don't despair, Ser Davos. What I told your son is true. Death by fire is the purest death.
[Davos pulls out a knife and tries to stab Melissandre, but is restrained by the guards.
Davos Seaworth: This woman is evil! She's the mother of demons.
Stannis Baratheon: Take him to the dungeon and lock him in a cell.
Davos Seaworth: Your Grace!
Melissandre: You've chosen the darkness, Ser Davos.
Davos Seaworth: She will destroy us all!
Melissandre: I will pray for you.

  --  Valar Dohaeris [3.01]
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Joffrey Baratheon: I do apologize, my lady. Small council meetings. At what point does it become treason to waste the king's time? That's a lovely gown, my lady.
Cersei Lannister: Yes, it suits you perfectly. I imagine you might be rather cold.
Margaery Tyrell: The climate is a bit more forgiving back in Highgarden, Your Grace.
Joffrey Baratheon: Shall I have them bring you a shawl, my lady?
Margaery Tyrell: I am touched by your concern, Your Grace. Luckily for us Tyrells, our blood runs quite warm. Doesn't it, Loras?
Loras Tyrell: Yes.
Margaery Tyrell: Loras, isn't the queen's gown magnificent? The fabric, the embroidery, the metalwork. I've never seen anything like it.
Cersei Lannister: You might find a bit of armor quite useful once you become queen. Perhaps before. Joffrey tells me you stopped your carriage at Flea Bottom on your way back from the sept this morning.
Margaery Tyrell: Yes. I paid a visit to an orphanage the High Septon told me about.
Loras Tyrell: Margaery does a great deal of work with the poor back in Highgarden. The lowest among us are no different from the highest if you give them a chance and approach them with an open heart.
Cersei Lannister: An open heart is what you'll get in Flea Bottom if you're not careful, my dear. Not long ago, we were attacked by a mob there. We had a full complement of guards that didn't stop them. The king barely escaped with his life.
Joffrey Baratheon: My mother's always had a penchant for drama. Facts become less and less important to her as she grows older. Our lives were never truly in danger.
Cersei Lannister: You're right, of course. But you are your father's son. We can't all have a king's bravery.
Margaery Tyrell: Hunger turns men into beasts. I'm glad House Tyrell has been able to help in this regard. They tell me 100 wagons arrive daily now from the Reach. Wheat, barley, apples. We've had a blessed harvest. And, of course, it's our duty to assist the capital in time of need.
Joffrey Baratheon: Well, as Ser Loras said, Lady Margaery has done this sort of... charitable work before. I'm sure she knows what she's doing.
Cersei Lannister: I'm sure she does.

  --  Valar Dohaeris [3.01]
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[Ser Barristan Selmy has just saved Dany from a poisonous manticore; the girl who set it on her hisses, showing blue gums, and disappears]
Daenerys Targaryen: The Warlocks (looks at Ser Jorah Mormont, then to Selmy) I owe you my life, Ser.
Barristan Selmy: (removes his hood) The honor is mine, my Queen. (Jorah recognizes him and stiffens)
Daenerys Targaryen: (looks at Jorah) Do you know this man?
Jorah Mormont:(nods)...I know him. As one of the greatest fighters the Seven Kingdoms has ever seen... and as the Lord Commander of Robert Baratheon's Kingsguard. (Dany looks quickly between Jorah and Ser Barristan)
Ser Barristan Selmy: (walks up to them) King Robert is dead. I have been searching for you, Daenerys Stormborn, to ask your forgiveness. I was sworn to protect your family...I failed them. (he kneels before her) I am Barristan Selmy, Kingsguard to your father. Allow me to join your Queensguard, and I will not fail you again.

  --  Valar Dohaeris [3.01]
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Jaime Lannister: You know, it doesn't matter how loyal a servant you are, no one enjoys the company of a humorless mute. Trust me on this. People have been serving me since I was born. You think Lady Stark is going to want a giant towheaded plank following her around for the rest of her life? A week's journey with you and she'll order you to fall on your sword.
Brienne of Tarth: If Lady Stark is unhappy with any aspect of my service, I'm sure she'll let me know. She's an honest woman.
Jaime Lannister: For all the good it's done her. How did you come into Lady Stark's service? There's something we can talk about.
Brienne of Tarth: Not your concern, Kingslayer.
Jaime Lannister: It had to be recently. You weren't with her at Winterfell.
Brienne of Tarth: How would you know?
Jaime Lannister: Because I visited Winterfell. I would have noticed your dour head smacking into the archways.
Brienne of Tarth: Move.
Jaime Lannister: Were you pledged to Stannis?
Brienne of Tarth: Gods, no.
Jaime Lannister: Ah, Renly. Really? He wasn't fit to rule over anything more important than a 12-course meal.
Brienne of Tarth: Shut your mouth.
Jaime Lannister: Why? I lived with him at court since he was a boy, don't forget. Could hardly escape the little tulip skipping down the corridors in his embroidered silks. I knew him far better than you.
Brienne of Tarth: I knew him as well as anyone. As a member of his Kingsguard, he trusted me with everything. He would have been a wonderful king.
Jaime Lannister: Sounds like you quite fancied him.
Brienne of Tarth: I did not fancy him.
Jaime Lannister: Oh, gods, you did. Did you ever tell him? No, of course not. You weren't Renly's type, I'm afraid. He preferred curly-haired little girls like Loras Tyrell. You're far too much man for him.
Brienne of Tarth: I'm not interested in foul rumors.
Jaime Lannister: Unless they're about me. It's all true about Renly. His proclivities were the worst kept secret at court. It's a shame the throne isn't made out of cocks. They'd have never got him off it.
Brienne of Tarth: Shut your mouth!
Jaime Lannister: I don't blame him. And I don't blame you, either. We don't get to choose who we love.

  --  Dark Wings, Dark Words [3.02]
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Margaery Tyrell: Lady Sansa, it is my honor to present my grandmother... the Lady Olenna of House Tyrell.
Olenna Tyrell Kiss me, child. [Sansa does so] It's so good of you to visit me and my foolish flock of hens. We're very sorry for your losses.
Sansa Stark: And I was sorry when I heard of Lord Renly's death, Lady Margaery. He was very gallant.
Olenna Tyrell: Gallant, yes. And charming and very clean. He knew how to dress and smile and somehow this gave him the notion he was fit to be king.
Margaery Tyrell: Renly was brave and gentle, Grandmother. Father liked him and so did Loras.
Olenna Tyrell Loras is young and very good at knocking men off horses with a stick. That does not make him wise. As to your fathead father--
Margaery Tyrell: Grandmother! What will Sansa think of us?
Olenna Tyrell: She might think we have some wits about us. One of us, at any rate. It was treason. I warned them. Robert has two sons and Renly has an older brother. How could he possibly have any claim to that ugly iron chair? We should have stayed well out of all this if you ask me. But once the cow's been milked, there's no squirting the cream back up her udders. So here we are to see things through.

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Olenna Tyrell: Are you frightened, child? No need for that. We're only women here. Tell us the truth. No harm will come to you.
Sansa Stark: My father always told the truth.
Olenna Tyrell: Yes, he had that reputation. And they named him traitor and took his head.
Sansa Stark: Joffrey. Joffrey did that. He promised he would be merciful and he cut my father's head off. And he said that was mercy. Then he took me up on the walls and made me look at it.
Margaery Tyrell: Go on.
Sansa Stark: I.. I can't. I never meant... my father was a traitor. My brother as well. I have traitor's blood. Please don't make me say anymore.
Margaery Tyrell: She's terrified, Grandmother. Just look at her.
Olenna Tyrell: Speak freely, child. We would never betray your confidence, I swear it.
Sansa Stark: He's a monster.
Olenna Tyrell: Ah. That's a pity.
Sansa Stark: Please, don't stop the wedding.
Olenna Tyrell: Have no fear. The Lord Oaf of Highgarden is determined that Margaery shall be queen. Even so, we thank you for the truth. Ah, here comes my cheese.

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Talisa Maegyr: May I help you, Lady Stark?
Catelyn Stark: No.
Talisa Maegyr: I'm sorry, I shouldn't have-
Catelyn Stark: You can't help because a mother makes one for her children to protect them. Only a mother can make them.
Talisa Maegyr: You've made them before?
Catelyn Stark: Twice.
Talisa Maegyr: Did they work?
Catelyn Stark: After a fashion. I prayed for my son Bran to survive his fall. Many years before that, one of the boys came down with the pox. Maester Luwin said if he made it through the night, he'd live. But it would be a very long night. So I sat with him all through the darkness, listened to his ragged little breaths, his coughing, his whimpering.
Talisa Maegyr: Which boy?
Catelyn Stark: Jon Snow. When my husband brought that baby home from the war, I couldn't bear to look at him, didn't want to see those brown stranger's eyes staring at me. So I prayed to the gods "Take him away, make him die". He got the pox and I knew I was the worst woman who ever lived. A murderer. I'd condemned this poor, innocent child to a horrible death all because I was jealous of his mother, a woman he didn't even know! So I prayed to all Seven Gods "Let the boy live. Let him live and I'll love him. I'll be a mother to him. I'll beg my husband to give him a true name, to call him Stark and be done with it, to make him one of us".
Talisa Maegyr: And he lived?
Catelyn Stark: And he lived. And I couldn't keep my promise. And everything that's happened since then, all this horror that's come to my family...it's all because I couldn't love a motherless child.

  --  Dark Wings, Dark Words [3.02]
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Mance Rayder: Was it hard for you to kill the Halfhand?
Jon Snow: ...Yes.
Mance Rayder: You liked him? (Jon nods) I like you- but if you're playin' us false, it won't be hard for me to kill you. I've got Wildling blood in my veins- these are my people.
Jon Snow: I understand-
Mance Rayder: Well, how could you understand?
Jon Snow: You want to protect your people.
Mance Rayder:...D'you know what it takes to unite ninety clans, half of whom want to massacre the other half for one insult or another? They speak seven different languages in my army. The Thenns hate the Hornfoots, the Hornfoots hate the Ice-River Clans, everyone hates the Cave People. So- d'you know how I got moon-worshippers and cannibals and giants to march together in the same army?
Jon Snow: No.
Mance Rayder: I told them we were all going to die if we didn't get south. Because that's the truth.

  --  Dark Wings, Dark Words [3.02]
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Osha: Isn't he ashamed, your brother, needing you to protect him?
Meera Reed: Where's the shame in that?
Osha: Any boy his age who needs his sister to protect him is gonna find himself needing lots of protecting.
Meera Reed: Some people will always need help. That doesn't mean they're not worth helping.

  --  Dark Wings, Dark Words [3.02]
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Edmure Tully: If I may, nephew, I encountered a situation with one of my lieutenants at the Stone Mill which may have some bearing-
Brynden Tully: Why don't you shut your mouth about that damned mill? And don't call him "nephew." He is your king.
Edmure Tully: Robb knows I meant him no disr-
Brynden Tully: You're lucky I'm not your king. I wouldn't let you wave your blunders around like a victory flag.
Edmure Tully: My blunder sent Tywin's mad dog scurrying back to Casterly Rock with his tail between his legs. I think King Robb understands we're not gonna win this war if he's the only one winning any battles. No, there's glory enough to go around.
Robb Stark: It's not about glory. Your instructions were to wait for him to come to you.
Edmure Tully: I seized an opportunity.
Robb Stark: What value was the mill?
Edmure Tully: The Mountain was garrisoned across the river from it.
Robb Stark: Is he there now?
Edmure Tully: Of course not. We took the fight to him. He could not withstand us.
Robb Stark: I wanted to draw the Mountain into the west, into our country where we could surround him and kill him. I wanted him to chase us, which he would have done because he is a mad dog without a strategic thought in his head. I could have that head on a spike by now. Instead, I have a mill.
Edmure Tully: We took hostages. Willem Lannister. Martyn Lannister.
Robb Stark: Willem and Martyn Lannister are 14 years old.
Brynden Tully: Martyn is 15, I believe.
Robb Stark: Tywin Lannister has my sisters. Have I sued for peace?
Edmure Tully: No.
Robb Stark: Do you think he'll sue for peace because we have his... [frowns as he tries to work it out in his head] Father's brother's great-grandsons?
Edmure Tully: No.
Robb Stark: How many men did you lose?
Edmure Tully: 208. But for every man we lost, the Lannisters--
Robb Stark: We need our men more than Tywin needs his!
Edmure Tully: I'm sorry. I didn't know.
Robb Stark: You would have. Right here today at this gathering if you had been patient.
Brynden Tully: We seem to be running short of patience here.
Robb Stark: You know who isn't? Tywin Lannister.

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Tywin Lannister: What news of Jaime? [All the others remain silent] Twenty thousand unwashed Northerners have known about his escape for weeks. Collectively, you control more spies and informants than the rest of the world combined. Do you mean to tell me that none of you has any notion where he is?
Varys: We are trying, my lord.
Tywin Lannister: Try harder! What do we have then?
Varys: Robb Stark and most of his bannermen are in Riverrun for the funeral of his grandfather, Lord Hoster Tully. In Stark's absence, Roose Bolton holds Harrenhal, which would make him Lord of Harrenhal, in practice if not in name-
Tywin Lannister: Let him have it. The name suits our purposes far more than that useless pile of rubble. The Lord of Harrenhal will make a worthy suitor for the widow Arryn.
Petyr Baelish: For which I am extremely grateful to you, my lord. Lady Arryn and I have known each other since we were children; she has always been positively predisposed towards me.
Grand Maester Pycelle: A successful courtship would make Lord Baelish Acting Lord of the Vale.
Petyr Baelish: Titles do seem to breed titles.
Tywin Lannister: You'll leave for the Eyrie as soon as possible and bring Lysa Arryn into the fold, then the Young Wolf can add his own aunt to the list of people who've taken up arms against him!
Tyrion Lannister: Far be it from me to hinder true love, but Lord Baelish's absence would present certain problems. The royal wedding may end up being the most expensive event in living memory. Summer had ended, hard days lie ahead, not a good time to leave the crown's finances unattended.
Tywin Lannister: Fully agreed, which is why I am naming you Master of Coin.
Tyrion Lannister: Master of Coin?!
Tywin Lannister: It would appear to be a position that best suits your talents.
Tyrion Lannister: I'm quite good at spending money, but a lifetime of outrageous wealth hasn't taught me about managing it!
Cersei Lannister: I have no doubt you will prove equal to this challenge.
Grand Maester Pycelle:  Hear, hear!

  --  Walk of Punishment [3.03]
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[Melisandre is preparing to depart Dragonstone]
Stannis Baratheon: You refuse to tell me where you're going?
Melisandre: I don't know yet. The fires will show me.
Stannis Baratheon: How long will you be gone?
Melisandre: [exasperated] I don't know! [Stannis grabs her]
Stannis Baratheon: You're abandoning me!
Melisandre: I will never abandon you. You are the Son of Fire; I am sworn to serve you!
Stannis Baratheon: Then serve me now.
Melisandre: When I return you will understand.
Stannis Baratheon: My enemies think they've destroyed me. They're laughing at me, the way Renly laughed at me. I want Joffrey dead. I want Robb Stark dead. Make me another 'son'.
Melisandre: I cannot.
Stannis Baratheon: Why?!
Melisandre: You don't have the strength. It would kill you.
Stannis Baratheon: I'm not so easily killed; men have been trying for years. I want you.
Melisandre: Your fires burn low, my king. [Stannis turns to leave] There is another way, a better way.
Stannis Baratheon: You told me your magic requires a king's blood.
Melisandre: Yes.
Stannis Baratheon: I am the one true king!
Melisandre: You are. But there are others with your blood in their veins. You will sit on the Iron Throne, but first there must be sacrifices. The Lord of Light demands it.

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Brynden Tully: After thirty years of fighting, I... I think he'd forgotten what started' it!  He asked me to stop calling myself "Blackfish". Said it was an old joke, and it was never funny to begin with. I told him, "People have been calling me 'Blackfish' for so long, I don't remember my real name!"
Catelyn Stark: Every time he left for the Capitol, or to fight in a campaign, I'd see him off. "Wait for me, Little Cat" he'd say, "Wait for me and I'll come back to you." And I would sit at this window every day when the sun came up, waiting. I wonder how many times did Bran and Rickon stare across the moors of Winterfell, waiting for me to return?! I will never see them again!
Brynden Tully: You musn't think it.  We don't know it. They could be in hiding. Robb believes they're alive. And, he must go on believing. He's got to remain strong if he's going to prevail, and you must remain strong for him.

  --  Walk of Punishment [3.03]
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Barristan Selmy: When your brother Rhaegar led his army into battle at the Trident, men died for him because they believed in him, because they loved him, not because they'd been bought at a slaver's auction. I fought beside the last dragon on that day, your Grace. I bled beside him.
Jorah Mormont: Rhaegar fought valiantly, Rhaegar fought nobly...and Rhaegar died.
Daenerys Targaryen: Did you know him well, Ser Barristan?
Barristan Selmy: I did, your Grace. The finest man I ever met.
Daenerys Targaryen: I wish I had known him...but he was not the last dragon.

  --  Walk of Punishment [3.03]
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Jorah Mormont: Khaleesi, a dragon is worth more than any army!
Barristan Selmy: Aegon Targaryen proved that!
Daenerys Targaryen: (turns to face them, irritated) You're both here to advise me. I value your advice, but if you ever question me in front of strangers again, you'll be advising someone else. Is that understood? (she walks on with Missandei) Do you have a name?
Missandei: This one's name is Missandei, Your Grace.
Daenerys Targaryen: Do you have a family- a mother and a father you'd return to, if you had the choice?
Missandei: No, Your Grace- no family living.
Daenerys Targaryen: You belong to me, now- it is your duty to tell me the truth.
Missandei:...Yes, Your Grace. Lying is a great offense- many of those on the Walk of Punishment were taken there for less.
Daenerys Targaryen: I offered water to one of the slaves dying on the Walk of Punishment. Do you know what he said to me? "Let me die."
Missandei:...There are no Masters in the grave, Your Grace.
Daenerys Targaryen: Is it true what Master Kraznys told me about the Unsullied? About their obedience?
Missandei: All questions have been taken from them. They obey- that is all. Once they are yours, they are yours. They will fall on their swords, if you command it.
Daenerys Targaryen:...And what about you. You know that I'm taking you to war. You may go hungry, you may fall sick... you may be killed.
Missandei:... Valar Morghulis.
Daenerys Targaryen:...Yes. "All men must die"... but we are not men. (Missandei smiles)

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Locke: You think you're the smartest man there is. Everyone alive has to bow to lick and scrape your boots.
Jaime Lannister: My father...
Locke: You get in any trouble, all you got to do is say "My father" and that's it. All your troubles are gone.  Have you got something to say? You don't want to say the wrong thing. You're nothing without your daddy, and your daddy ain't here. Never forget that.
[Locke rises, but then stops]
Locke: Here, this should help you remember!
[He swings the blade down, cleaving off Jaime's hand, and Jaime screams in horror and agony]

  --  Walk of Punishment [3.03]
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[Arya, Gendry and the Hound are brought to a secret hideout of the Brotherhood Without Banners]
Gendry:...What is this place?
Thoros of Myr: Somewhere neither wolves nor lions can prowl.(Anguy leads a bound Sandor Clegane into the cave, then pulls his hood off)
Sandor Clegane: (stares around the cave at the outlaws and smirks) You look like a bunch of swineherds.
Anguy: Some of us were swineherds- and some of us tanners, and masons. That was before-
Sandor Clegane: (sneers) You're still swineherds and tanners and masons. You think carrying a crooked spear makes you a soldier?
Beric Dondarrion: No... fighting in a war makes you a soldier. (the outlaws part to reveal him)
Sandor Clegane: (stares at Dondarrion's scarred face and eyepatch)...Beric Dondarrion. you've seen better days-
Beric Dondarrion: (smiles, comes forward) And I won't see them again.
Sandor Clegane: (stares around the cave, shakes his head scornfully) Stark deserters, Baratheon deserters- you lot aren't fighting a war, you're running from it!
Beric Dondarrion: Last I heard, you were King Joffrey's guard dog- but here you are, a thousand miles from home. (pause) Which of us is running?
Sandor Clegane: Untie these ropes, and we'll find out. What're you doing, leading a mob of peasants?
Beric Dondarrion: Ned Stark ordered me to execute your brother, in King Robert's name. (Arya glances at him)
Sandor Clegane: Ned Stark is dead. King Robert is dead. My brother's alive. (spits) You're fighting for ghosts.
Beric Dondarrion: (smiles) That's what we are- ghosts. Waiting for you in the dark. You can't see us- but we see you, no matter whose cloak you wear. Lannister, Stark, Baratheon- you prey on the weak, and the Brotherhood Without Banners will hunt you down.
Sandor Clegane: You found God- is that it?
Beric Dondarrion: (fervently) Aye- I've been reborn in the light of the one true God. (Thoros nods) As have we all. As would any man whose seen the things we've seen.
Sandor Clegane: (disgusted) If you mean to murder me, then bloody well get on with it!
Thoros of Myr: You'll die soon enough, dog- but it won't be murder, only justice.
Anguy: (angrily) And the kind of fate that you deserve! Lions, you call yourselves- at the Mummer's Ford, girls of seven years were raped, and babes still at the breast were cut in two while their mothers watched-
Sandor Clegane: (sneering) I wasn't at the Mummer's Ford! Dump your dead children at some other door!
Thoros of Myr: House Clegane was built on dead children! I saw them lay Prince Aegon and Princess Raenys before the Iron Throne.
Sandor Clegane: (contemptuously) Do you take me for my brother? Is being born Clegane a crime?!
Anguy: Murder is a crime-
Sandor Clegane: (furious) I never touched the Targaryen babes! I never saw them- never smelled them, never heard them bawling! (Dondarrion watches him) You want to cut my throat- GET ON WITH IT! But don't call me murderer, and pretend that you're not!
Arya Stark: (angrily) You murdered Mycah, the butcher's boy. (everyone turns to look at her) My friend. He was twelve years old. He was unarmed. And you rode him down. You slung him over your horse like he was some deer. (Dondarrion steps towards her)
Sandor Clegane: Aye, he was a bleeder.
Beric Dondarrion: (turns to look at him)...You don't deny killing this boy?
Sandor Clegane: I was Joffrey's sworn shield. The boy attacked the Prince-
Arya Stark: That's a lie! I hit Joffrey! Mycah just ran away!
Sandor Clegane: Then I should have killed you! Not my place to question Princes!
Beric Dondarrion: (looks back and forth between the Hound and Arya)...You stand accused of murder, but no one hear knows the truth of the charge. So, it is not for us to judge you- only the Lord of Light may do that, now. (pause) I sentence you to trial by combat.
Sandor Clegane: (turns around, looking at each of the outlaws) ...So, who will it be? (looks at Thoros) Should we find out if your fire-god really loves you, priest? (turns to Anguy) Or you, archer- or are you worse with a sword in your hand? (Anguy suddenly looks frightened, Sandor turns around, smirking) Or is the little girl the bravest one here?
Beric Dondarrion: (glances at Arya)...Aye, she might be. But it's me you'll fight.

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[Tyrion walks into a room to find Varys unloading a very large crate]:
Varys: Oh- Lord Tyrion! Come in, come in...
Tyrion Lannister: I hoped we might speak... in confidence.
Varys: Oh, always in confidence. (smiles, begins prising loose various parts of the crate lid with a crowbar.)
Tyrion Lannister: About the events of the Blackwater. (Varys continues his work on the crate)... Perhaps this is the wrong time?
Varys: (oddly cheerful) Oh, no, it's a wonderful time!
Tyrion Lannister: I thought one of your little birds might have... knowledge of my sister's intentions to-
Varys: End your life? (pauses, looks at Tyrion, who nods)
Tyrion Lannister:... I didn't inherit Littlefinger's spies along with his position, I'm afraid. Which is why I'm coming to you. I need proof.
Varys: (scoffs, chuckles) Proof? Will there be a trial (continues working on the crate lid)
Tyrion Lannister: I need to know. (Varys looks up at him in exasperation)
Varys: I have no proof... only whispers. (Tyrion sighs in disappointment) Before all this...nastiness, I was going to tell you the story of how I was cut. Do you want to hear it still?
Tyrion: I don't know. Do I?
Varys: (pauses) As a boy, in Myr, I traveled with a troupe of actors through the Free Cities. One day, a man approached my master with an offer too tempting to refuse. I feared the man meant to use me, as I'd heard some men use small boys- but what he wanted was far worse. He gave me a potion that made me powerless to move or speak, yet did nothing to dull my senses. With a hooked blade, he sliced me, root and stem, chanting all the while. He burned my parts on a brazier; the flames burned blue, and I heard a voice... answer his call. (pause, stares at Tyrion with a fearful expression) I still dream of that night. Not of the sorcerer, not of his blade...I dream of the voice. Was it a god? A demon? Some conjurer's trick? I don't know- but the sorcerer called... and a voice answered. (vengefully) And ever since that day, I have hated magic, and all who practice it. (Tyrion nods impatiently) But, you can see why I was eager to aide in your fight against Stannis and his Red Priestess- a symbolic revenge, of sorts. (smiles, continues working on the crate lid)
Tyrion Lannister: Yes- I feel the need for actual revenge. Against the actual person who tried to have me killed, which will require a certain degree of... influence which-
Varys: (gestures at him with the crowbar) You do not possess- at the moment. (Tyrion smiles weakly, Varys sets down the crowbar and walks around the crate) But- influence is largely a matter of... patience, I find. (goes to a mirror and washes his hands) Once I had served the sorcerer's purpose, he threw me out of his house, to die. I resolved to live, to spite him. (Tyrion frowns thoughtfully, Varys washes his face and puts on his jeweled rings) I begged, I sold what parts of my body remained to me- I became an excellent thief. And soon, learned that the contents of a man's letters are more valuable than the contents of his purse. Step by step... One distasteful task after another, I made my way from the slums of Myr... to the Small Council Chamber. (Turns to look at Tyrion) Influence grows, like a weed. I tended mine, patiently,(walks back to the crate) until its' tendrils reached from the Red Keep, all the way across to the far side of the world... where I managed to wrap them around something very special. (pulls the crate lid open; Tyrion looks inside with him to find a ragged old man, bound and gagged)
Tyrion Lannister: (shocked)...The sorcerer. (The old man whimpers through the gag)
Varys: (menacingly) Hello, my old friend... It's been a long time. (to Tyrion) I have no doubt, the revenge you want will be yours in time... if you have the stomach for it. (closes the crate on the sorcerer, who is screaming through the gag)

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Varys:  Before all this nastiness, I was going to tell you the story of how I was cut. Do you want to hear it still?
Tyrion Lannister: I don't know. Do I?
Varys: As a boy, in Myr, I traveled with a troupe of actors through the Free Cities. One day, a man approached my master with an offer too tempting to refuse. I feared the man meant to use me, as I'd heard some men use small boys, but what he wanted was far worse. He gave me a potion that made me powerless to move or speak, yet did nothing to dull my senses. With a hooked blade, he sliced me, root and stem, chanting all the while. He burned my parts on a brazier; the flames burned blue, and I heard a voice answer his call. Still dream of that night. Not of the sorcerer, not of his blade...I dream of the voice. Was it a god? A demon? Some conjurer's trick? I don't know, but the sorcerer called and a voice answered. And ever since that day, I have hated magic, and all who practice it. But, you can see why I was eager to aid in your fight against Stannis and his Red Priestess, a symbolic revenge, of sorts.
Tyrion Lannister: Yes, I feel the need for actual revenge. Against the actual person who tried to have me killed, which will require a certain degree of influence, which...
Varys: You do not possess at the moment. But influence is largely a matter of patience, I find. Once I had served the sorcerer's purpose, he threw me out of his house, to die. I resolved to live, to spite him. I begged, I sold what parts of my body remained to me, I became an excellent thief. And soon, learned that the contents of a man's letters are more valuable than the contents of his purse. Step by step, one distasteful task after another, I made my way from the slums of Myr to the Small Council Chamber. Influence grows, like a weed. I tended mine, patiently, until its tendrils reached from the Red Keep, all the way across to the far side of the world where I managed to wrap them around something very special.
[He pulls the crate lid open; Tyrion looks inside with him to find a ragged old man, bound and gagged.]
Tyrion Lannister: The sorcerer.
Varys: Hello, my old friend. It's been a long time. I have no doubt, the revenge you want will be yours in time if you have the stomach for it.
[He closes the crate on the sorcerer, who is screaming through the gag]

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Tywin Lannister: You wanted to speak to me?
Cersei Lannister: Yes, about Jaime.
Tywin Lannister: What about him?
Cersei Lannister: I wanted to make sure we're doing whatever we can to get him back.
Tywin Lannister: When Catelyn Stark took Tyrion prisoner, what did I do in response?
Cersei Lannister:  You started a war.
Tywin Lannister: And, if I started a war for that lecherous little stump, what do you think I am doing for my eldest son, and heir?
Cersei Lannister: Whatever you can.
Tywin Lannister: Whatever I can.
[He puts a seal on the letter, pushes it aside, and starts working on another letter.]
Tywin Lannister: You're still here.
Cersei Lannister: Yes.
Tywin Lannister:  Why?
Cersei Lannister: Did it ever occur to you that I might be the one who deserves your confidence and your trust, not your sons? Not Jaime or Tyrion, but me? Years and years of lectures on family and legacy, same lecture, really, just with tiny, tedious variations. Did it ever occur to you that your daughter might be the only one listening to them, living by them? That she might have the most to contribute to your legacy that you love so much more than your actual children?
[Tywin finishes his letter, and looks over his daughter with his hands folded.]
Tywin Lannister:  All right. Contribute.
Cersei Lannister: The Tyrells are a problem.
Tywin Lannister: The Tyrells helped us defeat Stannis Baratheon. The Tyrells helped save your life, and your children's lives.
Cersei Lannister: Margaery has her claws into Joffrey. She knows how to manipulate him.
Tywin Lannister: Good. I wish you knew how to manipulate him. I don't distrust you because you're a woman. I distrust you because you're not as smart as you think you are. You've allowed that boy to ride roughshod over you, and everyone else in this city.
Cersei Lannister: Perhaps you should try stopping him from doing what he likes.
Tywin Lannister: I will.

  --  And Now His Watch is Ended [3.04]
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[Daenerys has just sold one of her dragons, Drogon, for an army of 8000 Unsullied]
Daenerys Targaryen: Is it done then? They belong to me?
Missandei: [after translating] It is done. You hold the whip.
Master Kraznys: [attempting to rein Drogon in] The bitch has her army.
[Daenerys turns to face the Unsullied. Kraznys does not notice what happens next, as he is too busy with Drogon]
Daenerys Targaryen: [In Valyrian] Unsullied! Forward march! [they do so] Halt! [They stop]
Master Kraznys: Tell the bitch her beast won't come.
Daenerys Targaryen: [turns to face him, still in Valyrian] A dragon is not a slave.
Master Kraznys: [astonished] You speak Valyrian!?
Daenerys Targaryen: [coldly] I am Daenerys Stormborn of House Targaryen, of the blood of Old Valyria. Valyrian is my mother tongue. [ Missandei smiles, Dany turns to the Unsullied] Unsullied! Slay the masters, slay the soldiers, slay every man who holds a whip, but harm no child. Strike the chains of every slave you see!
[the Unsullied begin slaughtering the Astapori slavers]
Master Kraznys: (in Valyrian, panicking) I am your master. Kill her! Kill her! Kill her!
Daenerys Targaryen: [with a cold smile] Dracarys.
[Drogon breathes fire, burning Krasnyz to death]

  --  And Now His Watch is Ended [3.04]
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Craster: You have one son, don't you, Mormont? I had my 99th. You ever meet a man with 99 sons?
[Mormont shakes his head indifferently.]
Craster: And more daughters than I can count.
Jeor Mormont: I'm glad for you.
Craster: Are you now? Me, I'll be glad when you and yours have gone.
Jeor Mormont: As soon as our wounded are strong enough.
Craster: Ah. They're as strong as they're gonna get. Them that's dying, why don't you cut their throats and be done with it? Or leave them if you've not the stomach, and I'll sort them myself.
Karl Tanner: Whose throat you gonna cut, old man?
Jeor Mormont: Wait outside.
Karl Tanner: It's cold outside, and there's nothing to eat.
Craster: My wives gave you bread.
Karl Tanner: There's sawdust in the bread.
Craster: You don't like it, you go out there and eat the snow.
Karl Tanner: I'd rather eat what you've got hidden away.
Jeor Mormont: I told you to wait outside.
Rast: He's sitting there, drinking our wine, eating his fill while we die!
Craster: I gave you crows enough. I've got to feed my women!
Rast: So you admit you've got a hidden larder, then? How else'd you make it through winter?
Jeor Mormont: Enough! Out!
Craster: I am a godly man!
Rast: You're a stingy bastard!
Craster: Bastard? [Craster takes an axe off the wall] Out with you, you little thief! [To Karl] And you! [To Eddison Tollett] And you! [Craster looks threateningly at everyone] Go sleep in the cold on empty bellies! I'll chop the hands off the next man who calls me bastard!
[There is a tense silence. Mormont starts to push Rast out]
Karl Tanner: You are a bastard. A daughter-fucking, wildling bastard.
[Craster charges at Karl, but Karl shoves his dagger through Craster's jaw]
Jeor Mormont: The gods will curse us for this! By all the laws...
Karl Tanner: There are no laws beyond the Wall!
[Karl grabs the woman he struck and puts his dagger at her throat.]
Karl Tanner: Now show us where he hides the food, or you'll get the same as he did!
Jeor Mormont: [draws his sword] Unhand her!
[Karl lets go of the woman and faces Mormont with his dagger]
Jeor Mormont: I shall have your head for this...!
[Rast stabs Mormont in the back. A large brawl breaks out, in which Mormint is killed]
Samwell Tarly: [to Gilly] Quickly. Quickly.
Gilly: What's happening? I'm not going out there.
Samwell Tarly: No, we have to go. Now!
[The baby cries. Gilly picks him. They go outside.]
Gilly: Follow me. I know the best way. Come on.
[Rast shouts after Sam.]
Rast: Run fast, Piggy, and sleep well! I'll be cutting your throat one of these nights!

  --  And Now His Watch is Ended [3.04]
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Robb Stark: It took five of you to murder two unarmed squires?
Rickard Karstark: Not murder, Your Grace. Vengeance.
Robb Stark: Vengeance? Those boys didn't kill your sons. I saw Harrion die on the battlefield, and Torrhen...
Rickard Karstark: Was strangled by the Kingslayer. They were his kin.
Robb Stark: THEY WERE BOYS! Look at them.
Rickard Karstark: Tell your mother to look at them. She killed them as much as I.
Robb Stark: My mother had nothing to do with this. This was your treason.
Rickard Karstark: It's treason to free your enemies! In war, you kill your enemies! Did your father not teach you that, boy?!
[Brynden Tully punches Karstark in the face]
Robb Stark: Leave him.
Rickard Karstark: Aye. Leave me to the king. He wants to give me a scolding before he sets me free. That's how he deals with treason. Our King in the North. Or should I call him the King Who Lost the North?
Robb Stark: Escort Lord Karstark to the dungeon. Hang the rest.
Karstark soldier: Mercy, sire! I didn't kill anyone, I only watched for the guards.
Robb Stark: This one was only the watcher. Hang him last so he can watch the others die.
Karstark soldier: Please! Please don't, they made me do it! They made me! They made me...!
[The prisoners are dragged out; Robb sits at his desk, contemplating what to do about Karstark.]
Edmure Tully: Word of this can't leave Riverrun. They were Tywin Lannister's nephews; the Lannisters pay their debts - they never stop talking about that.
Robb Stark: Would you make me a liar as well as a murderer?
Edmure Tully: It wouldn't be lying. We'll bury them and remain silent until the war is done.
Robb Stark:  I'm not fighting for justice if I don't serve justice to murderers in my ranks, no matter how highborn! He has to die.
Catelyn Stark: The Karstarks are Northmen. They won't forgive the killing of their Lord.
Talisa Maegyr: Your mother's right. If you do this, the Karstarks will abandon you.
Robb Stark: You tended to their wounds, you brought them supper. Now they're dead.
Talisa Maegyr: And more boys will keep dying until this war is over! You need Karstark men to end it!
Catelyn Stark: Spare his life, keep him as a hostage.
Edmure Tully: A hostage. Tell the Karstarks that as long as they remain loyal, he will not be harmed.

  --  Kissed by Fire [3.05]
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Rickard Karstark:  The blood of the First Men flows in my veins as much as yours, boy. I fought the Mad King for your father. I fought Joffrey for you. We are kin, Stark and Karstark.
Robb Stark: That didn't stop you from betraying me, and it won't save you now.
Rickard Karstark: I don't want it to save me. I want it to haunt you to the end of your days!
Robb Stark: Kneel, my Lord.
[Karstark kneels across a stone hedgerow, and calmly awaits his execution.]
Robb Stark: Rickard Karstark, Lord of Karhold, here in sight of Gods and men, I sentence you to die. Would you speak a final word?
Rickard Karstark: Kill me and be cursed! You are no King of mine!
[Robb angrily beheads Lord Karstark with a single blow.]

  --  Kissed by Fire [3.05]
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[Robb surveys his map, which displays the Stark forces nearly encircled by the Greyjoy and Tyrell/Lannister forces.]
Talisa Maegyr: Come to bed.
Robb Stark: You were right. the Karstarks are gone. Almost half our forces. Tywin Lannister knows what he needs to do, to make us unravel. Nothing. Only wait.
Talisa Maegyr: Don't let him.
Robb Stark: What can I do? Attack King's Landing? There's nothing he'd like better. He'd crush us in a day.
Talisa Maegyr: You could ride North, take your lands back from the Greyjoys. Wait out the winter.
Robb Stark: Winter could last five years. Once my bannermen are home again, sitting by the fire, surrounded by their families, warm and safe, they'll never ride south again. When I gathered my Lords together, we had a purpose, a mission.  Now, we're like a band of bickering children!
Talisa Maegyr: Give them a new purpose.
Robb Stark: What?
Talisa Maegyr: I don't know.

  --  Kissed by Fire [3.05]
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Daenerys Targaryen: These are the ones?
Missandei: Yes, Khaleesi- the officers. (a small formation of Unsullied march forward and halt before Daenerys)
Daenerys Targaryen: (speaking Valyrian) You did not choose this life. But you are free men now, and free men make their own choices. Have you selected a leader from within your ranks? (the Unsullied split their formation to reveal their leader, Grey Worm) Remove your helmet. (he sticks his spear in the ground, removes his helmet, and marches to Daenerys)
Grey Worm: (also speaking Valyrian) This one has the honor.
Daenerys Targaryen: What is your name?
Grey Worm: Grey Worm.
Daenerys Targaryen: (surprised) "Grey Worm"? (turns to Missandei)
Missandei: (in Common Tongue, sadly) All Unsullied boys are given new names when they are cut- Grey Worm, Red Flea, Black Rat- names that remind them what they are. Vermin. (Daenerys stares at Grey Worm and his officers, filled with pity and rage)
Daenerys Targaryen: (to Grey Worm and the officers)...From this day forward, you will choose your own names. You will tell your fellow soldiers to do the same. Throw away your slave name. Choose the name your parents gave you, or any other. A name that gives you pride.
Grey Worm: ..."Grey Worm" gives me pride. It is a lucky name. The name this one was born with was cursed. That was the name he had when he was taken as a slave. But, "Grey Worm" is the name this one had, the day Daenerys Stormborn set him free. (Daenerys stares at him, moved by his loyalty)

  --  Kissed by Fire [3.05]
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Jaime Lannister: If I faint, pull me out. I don't intend to be the first Lannister to die in a bathtub.
Brienne of Tarth: Why should I care how you die?
Jaime Lannister: You swore a solemn vow, remember? You're supposed to get me to King's Landing in one piece. [Nods to his severed hand] Not going so well, is it? No wonder Renly died with you guarding him. [Brienne stands up with contempt] That was unworthy. Forgive me. You protected me better than most.
Brienne of Tarth: Don't you mock me.
Jaime Lannister: I'm apologizing. I'm sick of fighting. Let's call a truce.
Brienne of Tarth: You need trust to have a truce.
Jaime Lannister: I trust you. [Brienne sits back down] There it is. There's the look. I've seen it for 17 years on face after face. You all despise me. Kingslayer, Oathbreaker, man without honor. You've heard of wildfire?
Brienne of Tarth: Of course.
Jaime Lannister: The Mad King was obsessed with it. He loved to watch people burn, the way their skin blackened and blistered and melted off their bones. He burned lords he didn't like. He burned Hands who disobeyed him. He burned anyone who was against him. Before long, half the country was against him. Aerys saw traitors everywhere. So he had his pyromancer place caches of wildfire all over the city. Beneath the Sept of Baelor and the slums of Flea Bottom. Under houses, stables, taverns. Even beneath the Red Keep itself. Finally, the day of reckoning came. Robert Baratheon marched on the capital after his victory at the Trident. But my father arrived first with the whole Lannister army at his back, promising to defend the city against the rebels. I knew my father better than that. He's never been one to pick the losing side. I told the Mad King as much. I urged him to surrender peacefully. But the king didn't listen to me. He didn't listen to Varys who tried to warn him. But he did listen to Grand Maester Pycelle, that grey, sunken cunt. "You can trust the Lannisters," he said. "The Lannisters have always been true friends of the crown." So we opened the gates and my father sacked the city. Once again, I came to the king, begging him to surrender. He told me to... bring him my father's head. Then he... turned to his pyromancer. "Burn them all," he said. "Burn them in their homes. Burn them in their beds." Tell me, if your precious Renly commanded you to kill your own father and stand by while thousands of men, women, and children burned alive, would you have done it? Would you have kept your oath then? [Brienne stares at him in stunned silence.] First, I killed the pyromancer. And then when the king turned to flee, I drove my sword into his back. "Burn them all," he kept saying. "Burn them all." I don't think he expected to die. He, he meant to... burn with the rest of us and rise again, reborn as a dragon to turn his enemies to ash. I slit his throat to make sure that didn't happen. That's where Ned Stark found me.
Brienne of Tarth: If this is true... why didn't you tell anyone? Why didn't you tell Lord Stark?
Jaime Lannister: Stark? You think the honorable Ned Stark wanted to hear my side? He judged me guilty the moment he set eyes on me. By what right does the wolf judge the lion? By what right-- [collapses, Brienne supports him]
Brienne of Tarth: Help! Help! The Kingslayer!
Jaime Lannister: Jaime. My name is Jaime.

  --  Kissed by Fire [3.05]
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Tormund Giantsbane: Orrel says there are Crows patrolling on the Wall- tell him what you know. (watches Jon)
Jon Snow: (nods, looks away) There are four to a patrol- two Builders to check for structural damage, two Rangers to watch for enemies.
Orell: How often do these patrols go out?
Jon Snow:...It varies. If I knew where on the Wall we were heading, I could tell you-
Orell: (sneers) You'd like to know that. (Jon glares at him) There are nineteen castles guarding the Wall. How many are manned?
Jon Snow: Three.
Orell: You sure of that? (Jon nods) Which three?
Jon Snow: Castle Black-
Orell: Aye, Castle Black- everyone knows Castle Black. Which others?
Jon Snow:...Eastwatch-by-the-Sea... and the Shadow Tower.
Tormund Giantsbane: How many men remain in Castle Black?
Jon Snow: A thousand-
Orell: Liar. (angrily, Jon drops the firewood he's carrying and steps towards Orell, his hand on Longclaw)
Jon Snow: (sneering) What happens to your eagle after I kill you?! Does he drift away, like a kite with the strings cut- or does he just flop dead to the ground? (Ygritte steps towards them)
Ygritte: (to Orell) He's no Crow.
Orell: Just 'cause you want him inside of you don't make him one of us.
Ygritte: (draws her dagger and holds it against Orell's chest) I'm not afraid of you. (Orell starts advancing on her angrily, but Tormund grabs him and throws him to the ground)
Tormund Giantsbane: (steps towards Jon)...I like you, boy. But, if you lie to me, I'll pull your guts out through your throat.
Jon Snow: ...A thousand men. (he and Tormund stare each other down as Orell gets up)
Tormund Giantsbane: ...We'll find out soon enough.

  --  Kissed by Fire [3.05]
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Tywin Lannister: You're late.
Tyrion Lannister: What's she doing here?
Tywin Lannister: Our business concerns her as well. Sit.
Tyrion Lannister: You'll be pleased to learn that after one conversation with Olenna Tyrell, I've saved the Crown hundreds of thousands on this wedding.
Tywin Lannister: Never mind that now. We have something important to discuss.
Tyrion Lannister: I'm Master of Coin, saving money is important. [To Cersei, who is smiling at him.] Stop that. You're making me uncomfortable.
Tywin Lannister: Your sister has learned that your new friends the Tyrells are plotting to marry Sansa Stark to Sir Loras.
Tyrion Lannister: Very well. She's a lovely girl. Missing some of Loras's favorite bits, but I'm sure they'll make do.
Tywin Lannister: Your jokes are not appreciated.
Tyrion Lannister: It wasn't my best, but..
Tywin Lannister: I bring them into the royal fold and this is how they repay me, by trying to steal the key to the North out from under me.
Tyrion Lannister: Sansa is the key to the North? I seem to remember she has an older brother.
Tywin Lannister: The Karstarks have marched home. The Young Wolf has lost half his army. His days are numbered. Theon Greyjoy murdered both his brothers. That makes Sansa Stark the heir to Winterfell. And I am not about to hand her over to the Tyrells.
Tyrion Lannister: The Tyrell army is helping us to win this war. Do you really think it's wise to refuse them?
Tywin Lannister: There's nothing to refuse. This is a plot. Plots are not public knowledge. And the Tyrells won't carry this one out until after Joffrey's wedding. We need to act first and kill this union in its crib.
Tyrion Lannister: And how do we do that?
Tywin Lannister: We find Sansa Stark a different husband.
Tyrion Lannister: Wonderful.
Cersei Lanniser: Yes, it is.
[Tyion stares at his sister and then turns to his father, who nods.]
Tyrion Lannister: You can't mean it.
Tywin Lannister: I can and I do.
Tyrion Lannister: Joffrey has made this poor girl's life miserable since the day he took her father's head. Now she's finally free of him and you give her to me? That's cruel, even for you.
Tywin Lannister: Do you intend on mistreating her? The girl's happiness is not my concern, nor should it be yours.
Tyrion Lannister: She's a child!
Cersei Lannister: She's flowered, I assure you. She and I have discussed it at length.
Tywin Lannister: There, you see? You will wed her, bed her, and put a child in her. Surely you're capable of that.
Tyrion Lannister: And if I refuse?
Tywin Lannister: You wanted to be rewarded for your valor in battle. Sansa Stark is a finer reward than you could ever dare hope for. And it is past time you were wed.
Tyrion Lannister: I was wed! Or don't you remember?
Tywin Lannister: [Through clenched teeth] ...only too well.
Cersei Lannister: You should be thanking the gods for this. This is more than you deserve.
Tywin Lannister: Tyrion will do as he's bid. As will you.
Cersei Lannister: What do you mean?
Tywin Lannister: You'll marry Ser Loras.
Cersee Lannister: I will not.
Tywin Lannister: The boy is heir to Highgarden. Tyrion will secure the North, you will secure the Reach.
Cersei Lannnister: No, I won't do it.
Tywin Lannister: Yes, you will. You're still fertile. You need to marry again and breed.
Cersei Lannister: I am Queen Regent, not some broodmare!
Tywin Lannister: YOU'RE MY DAUGHTER! You will do as I command and you will marry Loras Tyrell and put an end to the disgusting rumors about you once and for all.
Cersei Lannnister: Father, don't make me do it again, please.
Tywin Lannister: Not another word. My children. You've disgraced the Lannister name for far too long.

  --  Kissed by Fire [3.05]
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Roose Bolton: [as Brienne and Jaime dine with him] I see my men have finally found you something appropriate to wear.
Brienne of Tarth: Yes, most kind of the. You're a Stark bannerman, Lord Bolton. I'm acting on Lady Stark's orders to return Jaime Lannister to King's Landing.
Roose Bolton: When King Robb left Harrenhall, his mother was his prisoner. If she wasn't his mother, he'd have hanged her for treason. I should send you back to Robb Stark.
Jaime Lannister: You should. But instead, you're sitting here, watching me fail at dinner. Why might that be?
Roose Bolton: Wars cost money. Many people would pay a great deal for you.
Jaime Lannister: We both know who would pay the most. He'll make you pay the most, if he found out you'd captured me and sent me back up North for a summary execution.
Roose Bolton: You're right. Perhaps, the safest course is to kill you both and burn your bodies.
Jaime Lannister: It would be, if you honestly believe my father would never find out about it.
Roose Bolton: King Robb is keeping your father quite busy. He doesn't have time for anything else.
Jaime Lannister: He'll make time for you.
Roose Bolton: As soon as you're well enough to travel, I will allow you to go to King's Landing as restitution for the mistakes my soldiers made. And you will swear to tell your father the truth. That I had nothing to do with your maiming.
Jaime Lannister: Shall we drink on it?
Roose Bolton: I don't partake.
Jaime Lannister: You do understand how suspicious that is to ordinary people? Very well. My lady, may our journey continue without further incident.
Roose Bolton: Oh, she won't be going with you.
Brienne of Tarth: I am charged with bringing Ser Jaime to-
Roose Bolton: You are charged with abetting treason.
Jaime Lannister: I'm afraid I must insist...
Roose Bolton: You're in no place to insist on anything. I would've hoped you'd learned your lesson about overplaying your...position.

  --  The Climb [3.06]
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Olenna Tyrell: [about the prospect of Loras marrying Cersei] Impossible
Tywin Lannister: Why?
Olenna Tyrell: My grandson is the pride of Highgarden, the most desirable bachelor in the whole Seven Kingdoms! Your daughter...
Tywin Lannister: Is rich, the most beautiful woman in the whole Seven Kingdoms, and the mother of the king.
Olenna Tyrell: Old.
Tywin Lannister: Old?
Olenna Tyrell: Old. I'm something of an expert on the subject. Her change will be upon her before long. I'll spare you the details of what will happen then. You men may have a stomach for bloodshed and slaughter, but this is another matter entirely.
Tywin Lannister: Oh, the years punish us as well, I promise you that. My stomach remains quite strong, however. The only thing that might turn it are details of your grandson's... nocturnal activities. Do you deny them?
Olenna Tyrell: Oh, not at all!  A sword-swallower, through and through.
Tywin Lannister: Well, a boy with his affliction should be grateful for the opportunity to marry the most beautiful woman in the Seven Kingdoms, and remove the stain from his name.
Olenna Tyrell: Did you grow up with boy cousins, Lord Tywin? Sons of your father's bannermen, squires, stableboys?
Tywin Lannister: Of course...
Olenna Tyrell:  And you... never...
Tywin Lannister: No.
Olenna Tyrell: Not once?  Not in any way?
Tywin Lannister: Never.
Olenna Tyrell:  I congratulate you on your restraint! But, it's a natural enough thing, two boys having a go at each other beneath the sheets.
Tywin Lannister: Perhaps Highgarden has a high tolerance for unnatural behavior.
Olenna Tyrell: I wouldn't say that. True, we don't tie ourselves into knots over a discreet bit of buggery, but... brothers and sisters... where I come from, that stain would be very difficult to wash out.
Tywin Lannister: I will not breathe further life into a malicious lie by discussing it.
Olenna Tyrell: Lie or not, you must admit that many people find it quite convincing. Convincing enough to put swords in their hands and send them off to kill Lannisters and Tyrells, thanks to our new affiliation.
Tywin Lannister: I don't care what people believe, and neither do you.
Olenna Tyrell: As an authority on myself, I must disagree!
Tywin Lannister: Now, if the rumors about my children were true, then Joffrey is no King at all and House Tyrell is throwing it's prize flower into the dirt.
Olenna Tyrell: And if Cersei is too old to give Loras children, we are throwing another "prize flower" into the dirt. It is a chance we simply cannot take!
Tywin Lannister: The uncertainty makes you uncomfortable? All right, I'll remove it for you. If you refuse to marry Loras to Cersei, I will name him to the Kingsguard. And, I'm sure you're familiar with the Kingsguard's vows. He will never marry, he will never have children, the Tyrell name will fade and Highgarden will go to the children of Joffrey and Margaery.
Olenna Tyrell: You would have your grandson protected by someone who disgusts you?
Tywin Lannister: I would have my grandson protected by a skilled warrior who takes his vows seriously. So shall I draw up the order or do you consent to this match?
Olenna Tyrell: It's a rare enough thing- a man who lives up to his reputation. [plucks the quill from Tywin's fingers and snaps it in half]

  --  The Climb [3.06]
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Jon Snow: [about The Wall] Have you ever climbed it before?
Ygritte: No, but Tormund's done it half a hundred times. You're afraid.
Jon Snow: Aren't you?
Ygritte: Aye. Well, it's a long way up, and a long way down, but... I've waited my whole life to see the world from up there. [she pulls out a set of climbing spikes]  Here, sit down, brought a pair for you. They're too big for you, but they're good.
Jon Snow: You kill someone for them?
Ygritte: Nah. I didn't kill him, but I bet his balls are still bruised. He wasn't good to me, the way you're good to me. And he didn't do that thing you do with your tongue.
Jon Snow: Hey, can we not talk about that here?
Ygritte: "Can we not talk about that here? I'm Jon Snow. I've killed dead men and Qhorin Halfhand, but I'm scared of naked girls!"
Jon Snow: Did I seem scared the other day?
Ygritte: [laughs] Oh, you were tremblin' like a leaf.
Jon Snow:  Only in the beginning.
Ygritte: Only in the beginning. You're a proper lover, Jon Snow. And, don't worry, your secret's safe with me.
Jon Snow: What secret?
Ygritte: D'you think I'm as dumb as all those girls in silk dresses you knew growing up? You're loyal, and you're brave...You didn't stop being a Crow, the day you walked into Mance Rayder's tent. But I'm your woman now, Jon Snow. You're goin' to be loyal to your woman. The Night's Watch don't care if you live or die. Mance Rayder don't care if I live or die. We're just soldiers in their armies, and there's plenty more to carry on if we go down. But it's you and me that matters. Me and you. Don't ever betray me.
Jon Snow: I won't.
Ygritte: Because, I'll cut your pretty cock right off and wear it 'round me neck.
Tormund Giantsbane: [walks up] Sink your metal deep and make sure it holds, before taking your next step. And, if you fall, don't scream. You don't want that to be the last thing she remembers, eh?

  --  The Climb [3.06]
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[Ramsay blows on a trumpet, awakening Theon, who is hanging from a rack]
Ramsay Snow: Sorry.  Were you sleeping?
Theon Greyjoy: Wa...
Ramsay Snow: Wa? Wa? Water! You want some water. [Ramsay grabs a cup of water] I wish I had some for you. [Ramsay pours the water on the ground in front of an anguished Theon.] So let's play a game. Which body part do you need the least?
Theon Greyjoy: Please...
Ramsay Snow: Please is not a body part.
Theon Greyjoy: I'll tell you everything, please...
Ramsay Snow: But you already told me everything, remember? Your daddy was mean to you. The Starks didn't appreciate you. One good bit, though: the Stark boys, they're still alive. Wouldn't that be a hunt to remember? You failed, but I'm a better hunter than you. Now, how about your little finger? You don't need that for much, do you? No? Good. Let's start with that. You've been wondering why you're here, haven't you? Where you are, who I am, why I'm doing this to you. So guess. If you guess right, I'll tell you. By the Old Gods and the New, I swear it. You win the game if you can figure out who I am and why I'm torturing you, and I win the game if you beg me to cut off your finger!
Theon Greyjoy: If I win, you'll let me go?
Ramsay Snow: If you think this has a happy ending, you haven't been paying attention.
Theon Greyjoy: Please...
Ramsay Snow: [pulling out a knife] You say please again and you'll wish you hadn't. You first. Where are we?
Theon Greyjoy: The North.
Ramsay Snow: Too vague.
Theon Greyjoy: Deepwood Motte.
Ramsay Snow: Terrible guess!
[Ramsay jams the knife in Theon's little finger. Theon groans in pain]
Ramsay Snow: Now where?
Theon Greyjoy: Last Hearth.
Ramsay Snow: Do I look like a fucking Umber to you?
[Ramsay moves the blade around]
Theon Greyjoy: Aaaah, the Karhold!
Ramsay Snow: Karhold? How did you know that? Did you see any banners flying when we came in?
Theon Greyjoy: No, it was just a guess.
Ramsay Snow: Very good, Lord Theon. And who am I?
Theon Greyjoy: Torrhen Karstark.
Ramsay Snow: He's dead. Strangled by the Kingslayer.
Theon Greyjoy: He was your brother. Your father is Lord Rickard Karstark. [A defeated Ramsay sits back down] You swore to tell me if I-!
Ramsay Snow: You're right.
Theon Greyjoy: Lord Rickard Karstark is Robb Stark's bannerman. I betrayed Robb. That's why you're torturing me.
Ramsay Snow: Yes. You win. [pause] Of course you forgot to ask one question.  You forgot to ask if I'm a liar! [he sticks his knife back into Theon's little finger, causing Theon to scream in agony] I'm afraid I am. [hebegins carving Theon's skin on his little finger] Everything I told you is a lie. [he begins to peel off Theon's little finger skin. Theon screams in absolute pain] This isn't happening to you for a reason.  Well, one reason: I enjoy it.
Theon Greyjoy: PLEASE CUT IT OFF, CUT IT OFF, CUT IT OFF, AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH!!!
Ramsay Snow: I win.

  --  The Climb [3.06]
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Varys: [about the Iron Throne] A thousand blades. Taken from the hands of Aegon's fallen enemies, forged in the fiery breath of Balerion the Dread.
Petyr Baelish: There aren't a thousand blades. There aren't even two hundred. I've counted.
Varys: Heh. I'm sure you have. Ugly old thing.
Petyr Baelish: Yet it has a certain... appeal.
Varys: The Lysa Arryn of chairs. Shame that you had to settle for your second choice.
Petyr Baelish: Early days, my friend. It is flattering, really, you feeling such dread at the prospect of me getting what I want.
Varys: Thwarting you has never been my primary ambition, I promise you... although who doesn't like to see their friends fail now and then.
Petyr Baelish: You're so right. For instance, when I thwarted your plan to give Sansa Stark to the Tyrells... if, I'm going to be honest, I did feel an unmistakable sense of... enjoyment there. But your confidante, the one who fed you information about my plans, the one you swore to protect, you didn't bring her any enjoyment. And she didn't bring me any enjoyment. She was a bad investment on my part. Luckily, I have a friend who wanted to try something new. Something daring. And he was so grateful to me for providing this fresh experience.
Varys: I did what I did for the good of the realm.
Petyr Baelish: The realm. Do you know what the realm is? It's the thousand blades of Aegon's enemies, a story we agreed to tell each other over and over 'till we forget that it's a lie.
Varys: But what do we have left once we abandon the lie? Chaos. A gaping pit waiting to swallow us all.
Petyr Baelish: Chaos... isn't a pit. Chaos is a ladder. Many who try to climb it fail and never get to try again. The fall breaks them. And some, who are given the chance to climb, they refuse. They cling to the realm. Or the gods. Or love. Illusions. Only the ladder is real. The climb is all there is.

  --  The Climb [3.06]
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Ygritte: How far are we?
Jon Snow: 'Bout a week, I think.
Ygritte: You think? You don't know?
Jon Snow: When we went to Castle Black, we took the Kingsroad.
Ygritte: You and your roads. Is that how you lot do your fighting? You march down a road, banging drums and waving banners?
Jon Snow: Most of the time, yes.
Ygritte: How do the men holding the banners fight?
Jon Snow: They don't, really. It's a great honor to carry a house sigil.
Ygritte: And the drummers? Is that a great honor too?
Jon Snow: Usually, it's the young boys bangin' the drums.
Ygritte: What good are they?
Jon Snow: They help the men march.
Ygritte: How?
Jon Snow: Well, it's, it's the rhythm.
Ygritte: [laughing] What, you mean, right foot, left foot, right foot, left foot, right foot? What, you need help remembering that? When Mance gives the signal and we hit Castle Black, we won't be banging on drums to let 'em know we're coming.
Jon Snow: No. No, you're just gonna light the biggest fire the North has ever seen, to let them know you're coming.
Ygritte: You know nothing, Jon Snow.

  --  The Bear and the Maiden Fair [3.07]
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Missandei: Now comes the noble Razdal mo Eraz of that ancient and honorable house, master of men and speaker to savages, to offer terms of peace. Noble lord, you are in the presence of Daenerys Stormborn of House Targaryen, Queen of the Andals and the First Men, Khaleesi of the Great Grass Sea, Breaker of Chains, and Mother of Dragons.
Daenerys Targaryen: You may approach. Sit.
Missandei: Will the noble lord take refreshment? [Razdahl nods and takes an offered cup of wine]
Razdal: Ancient and glorious is Yunkai. Our empire was old before dragons stirred in old Valyria. Many an army has broken against our walls. You shall find no easy conquest here, Khaleesi.
Daenerys Targaryen: Good. My Unsullied need practice. I was told to blood them early.
Razdal: If blood is your desire, blood shall flow. But why? 'Tis true you have committed savageries in Astapor. But the Yunkai are a forgiving and generous people. The Wise Masters of Yunkai have sent a gift for the silver queen. [slaves bring in two chests of gold] There is far more than this awaiting you on the deck of your ship.
Daenerys Targaryen: My ship?
Razdal: Yes, khaleesi. As I said, we are a generous people. You shall have as many ships as you require.
Daenerys Targaryen: And what do you ask in return?
Razdal: All we ask is that you make use of these ships. Sail them back to Westeros where you belong and leave us to conduct our affairs in peace.
Daenerys Targaryen: I have a gift for you as well. Your life.
Razdal: My life?
Daenerys Targaryen: And the lives of your Wise Masters. But I also want something in return. You will release every slave in Yunkai. Every man, woman, and child shall be given as much food, clothing, and property as they can carry as payment for their years of servitude. Reject this gift, and I shall show you no mercy.
Razdal: You are mad. We are not Astapor or Qarth. We are Yunkai and we have powerful friends. Friends who would take great pleasure in destroying you. Those who survive, we shall enslave once more. Perhaps we'll make a slave of you as well. [One of Daenerys' dragons screeches] You swore me safe conduct.
Daenerys Targaryen: I did, but my dragons made no promises. And you threatened their mother.
Razdal: [to his slaves] Take the gold.
[Daenerys' dragons screech and the slaves back away]
Daenerys Targaryen: My gold. You gave it to me, remember? And I shall put it to good use. You'd be wise to do the same with my gift to you. Now get out. [Razdal leaves]
Barristan Selmy: The Yunkish are a proud people. They will not bend.
Daenerys Targaryen: And what happens to things that don't bend?

  --  The Bear and the Maiden Fair [3.07]
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Osha: [about Jojen] What's he goin' on about? And how come he always gets to sit and chat, while we do all the work?
Hodor: Hodor.
Jojen Reed: That's where we are...
Osha: What are you tellin' him?
Bran Stark: It's all right, Osha.
Osha: It's not all right. You think I can't hear you every day? Filling his head with black magic? Talking about visions and three-eyed ravens and worse?
Meera Reed: Leave him alone.
Osha: He can speak for himself.
Jojen Reed: I don't fill his head with anything.
Osha: So what d'you talk about?
Jojen Reed: What's happening to him, and...what that means.
Osha: Go on, then. Tell us what it means.
Jojen Reed: It's not like that. I wish that I could tell him all the answers; it would be much easier.
Osha: I don't want you talking to him anymore, until we get to your brother at Castle Black.
Jojen Reed: We're not going to Castle Black.
Osha: What did you say?
Jojen Reed: I told you already. Jon Snow isn't there. Bran needs to find the Raven, beyond the Wall.
Osha: Oh, no. I'm not going back there! Your brother is at Castle Black. That's where we're going! Look at me.
Bran Stark: The raven's been coming to me, ever since I fell from that tower. He wants me to find him. I don't have my legs anymore! This is what I have, now.
Osha: You have a family. You need to go back to Castle Black, so you can get back to them, where you belong.
Bran Stark: What if I belong in the North?  What if...I fell from that tower for a reason?
Osha: [glares at Jojen] Is that what he's telling you? That it's all for a reason? All these bad things happened, because the Gods got big plans for you? I wish it were true, little Lord, but the Gods wouldn't spare a raven's cold shit for you, or me, or anyone.
Bran Stark: You don't understand. You don't know.
Osha: You don't know! None of you know. None of you have been up there! I had a man, once; a good man. Bruni, his name was. I was his, and he was mine. But one night, Bruni disappears. People said he left me, but I knew him. He'd never leave me. Not for long. I knew he'd come back. And he did. He came in through the back of the hut. Only, he wasn't Bruni, not really. His skin was... pale, like a dead man's. His eyes, bluer than clear sky. He came at me, grabbed me by the neck, and squeezed so hard I could feel the life slipping out of me. I don't know how I got the knife, but when I did, I stuck it deep into his heart. And he hardly seemed to notice. I had to burn our hut down, with him inside. I didn't ask the Gods what it meant. I didn't need to. It meant the North was no place for men to be, not anymore. I promised your Maester I'd get you to Castle Black, and no further.

  --  The Bear and the Maiden Fair [3.07]
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Tywin Lannister: Your Grace.
Joffrey Baratheon: Grandfather.
Tywin Lannister: You wanted to speak to me?
Joffrey Baratheon: Yes! I'd like a report on the meetings of my Small Council.
Tywin Lannister: You're welcome to attend the meetings of your Small Council, Your Grace, any or all of them.
Joffrey Baratheon: I've been very busy, many important matters require a King's attention!
Tywin Lannister: Of course.
Joffrey Baratheon: You've been holding the Small Council meetings in the Tower of the Hand, instead of the Small Council Chamber.
Tywin Lannister: I have, yes.
Joffrey Baratheon: May I ask why?
Tywin Lannister: The Tower of the Hand is where I work. To walk from there to here would take time - time I could otherwise spend productively.
Joffrey Baratheon: So, if I wanted to attend one of my Small Council meetings, I would now have to climb all the stairs in the Tower of the Hand? [Tywin slowly walks up to the Iron Throne, unsettling Joffrey]
Tywin Lannister: ...We could arrange to have you carried.
Joffrey Baratheon: Tell me about the Targaryen girl in the East, and her dragons.
Tywin Lannister: Where did you hear about this?
Joffrey Baratheon: Is it true?
Tywin Lannister: Apparently so.
Joffrey Baratheon: Don't you think we ought to do something about it?
Tywin Lannister: When I was Hand of the King under your father's predecessor, the skulls of all the Targaryen dragons were kept in this room - and the skull of the last of them was right here. It was the size of an apple.
Joffrey Baratheon: And the biggest was the size of a carriage.
Tywin Lannister: Yes, and the creature to whom it belonged died three hundred years ago! Curiosities on the far side of the world are no threat to us.
Joffrey Baratheon: But how do we know these dragons are...curiosities, and not the beasts that brought the whole world to heel?
Tywin Lannister: Because we have been told as much by the many experts who serve the Realm, by counseling the King, on matters about which he knows nothing.
Joffrey Baratheon: But I haven't been counseled!
Tywin Lannister: You are being counseled at this very moment.
Joffrey Baratheon: I should be consulted about such things.
Tywin Lannister: From now on, I will see to it that you are appropriately consulted on important matters...whenever necessary. [starts to walk away, then turns back and bows his head] Your Grace.

  --  The Bear and the Maiden Fair [3.07]
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Qyburn:(while treating the stump of Jaime's hand) The only way to understand it is to study the afflicted.
Jaime Lannister: (stares at him) You performed experiments on living men-
Qyburn: On dying men-
Jaime Lannister: Without permission.
Qyburn: My studies have given me insights that have helped me save many lives-
Jaime Lannister: Dying paupers, I assume- men with no families to complain. (angrily) You found them moaning in the poor house, had them carted back to your garret, and opened up their bellies to see what was inside.
Qyburn: (looks at him calmly) How many men have you killed, my Lord? (Jaime is caught off-guard)
Jaime Lannister: (shrugs)...I don't know.
Qyburn: Fifty? (Jaime shakes his head) One hundred? (Jaime shrugs, Qyburn nods knowingly) Countless.
Jaime Lannister:...Countless has a nice ring to it.
Qyburn: (smugly) And how many lives have you saved?
Jaime Lannister:...Half a million. (Qyburn looks up at him, shocked) The population of King's Landing.

  --  The Bear and the Maiden Fair [3.07]
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Locke: [watching Brienne in a gladiator pit, facing a bear]  Well, this is one shameful fucking performance. Stop running and fight! :[Jaime appears, followed by Qyburn and a Bolton bodyguard, Steelshanks]
Jaime Lannister: A wooden sword?
Locke: Thought you'd gone.
Jaime Lannister: You gave her a wooden sword!
Locke: I've only got one bear.
Jaime Lannister: I'll pay her bloody ransom. Gold, sapphires, whatever you want. Just get her out of there!
Locke: All you Lords and Ladies. You still think that the only thing that matters is gold. [grabs the stump of Jaime's wrist] Well, this makes me happier than all your gold ever could. And that [points at Brienne's predicament] makes me happier than all her sapphires. So go buy yourself a golden hand and fuck yourself with it!
[Jaime climbs the rail and leaps into the pit, trying to draw the bear off Brienne]
Jaime Lannister: Get behind me.
Brienne of Tarth: I will not.
[Suddenly, a crossbow bolt hits the bear in the shoulder, fired by Steelshanks]
Locke: The'FUCK you doin' to my bear?
Steelshanks: Lord Bolton charged me with bringin' him back to King's Landing, alive! An' that's what I intend to do!
Jaime Lannister: Pull her up! [two of the Bolton men do so; the bear starts to advance on Jaime]
Brienne of Tarth: Hold my legs! [Jaime manages to take Brienne's hand] Pull me back! [the Bolton bannermen pull them both up]
Locke: The bitch stays.
Jaime Lannister: I'm taking her to King's Landing, unless you kill me.
Locke:  She belongs to me. Lord Bolton's orders.
Jaime Lannister: What do you think is more important to Lord Bolton? Getting his pet rat a reward or ensuring that Tywin Lannister gets his son back alive? Well, we must be on our way. Sorry about the sapphires.

  --  The Bear and the Maiden Fair [3.07]
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Barristan Selmy: Your Grace, allow me to present the Captains of the Second Sons: Mero of Braavos, Prendahl Na Ghezn, and...
Daario Naharis: Daario Naharis.
Mero: You're the mother of Dragons? I swear I fucked you once, in a pleasure house in Lys.
Jorah Mormont: Mind your tongue.
Mero: Why? I didn't mind hers. She licked my ass like she was born to do it. [grins at her, then gestures to Missandei] You, slave girl. Bring wine.
Daenerys Targaryen: We have no slaves here.
Mero: You'll all be slaves after the battle, unless I save you. Take your clothes off, and come and sit on Mero's lap, and I may give you my Second Sons.
Daenerys Targaryen: Give me your Second Sons, and I may not have you gelded. Ser Barristan, how many men fight for the Second Sons?
Barristan Selmy: Under two thousand, Your Grace.
Daenerys Targaryen: We have more, don't we?
Barristan Selmy: Ten thousand Unsullied.
Daenerys Targaryen: I'm only a young girl, new to the ways of war, but perhaps a seasoned Captain like yourself can explain to me how you propose to defeat us?
Daario Naharis: I hope the old man is better with a sword than he is with a lie. You have eight thousand Unsullied.
Daenerys Targaryen: You're very young, to be a Captain.
Prendahl Na Ghezn: He isn't a Captain; he's a lieutenant.
Daenerys Targaryen: Even if your numbers are right, you must admit the odds don't favor your side.
Mero: The Second Sons have faced worse odds and won.
Jorah Mormont: The Second Sons have faced worse odds and run.
Daenerys Targaryen: Or, you could fight for me.
Mero: We've taken the slavers' gold. We fight for Yunkai.
Daenerys Targaryen: I would pay you as much, and more.
Prendahl Na Ghezn: Our contract is our bond. If we break our bond, no one will hire the Second Sons again.
Daenerys Targaryen: Ride with me, and you'll never need another contract. You'll have gold and castles and lordships of your choosing, when I take back the Seven Kingdoms.
Daario Naharis: You have no ships, you have no siege weapons. You have no cavalry.
Daenerys Targaryen: A fortnight ago, I had no army. A year ago, I had no dragons. You have two days to decide.
Merot: Show me your cunt. I want to see if it's worth fighting for.
Grey Worm: [in Valyrian] My Queen, shall I slice out his tongue for you?
Daenerys Targaryen: [smiles, replies in Valyrian] These men are our guests. [to Mero] You seem to be enjoying my wine. Perhaps you'd like a flagon to help you think it over?
Mero: Only a flagon? And what are my brothers-in-arms to drink?
Daenerys Targaryen: A barrel, then?
Mero: Good! The Titan's Bastard does not drink alone. In the Second Sons, we share everything. Maybe after the battle, we'll all share you. I'll come looking for you after this is over.
Daenerys Targaryen: Ser Barristan, if it comes to battle, kill that one first.
Barristan Selmy: Gladly, Your Grace.

  --  Second Sons [3.08]
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Joffrey Baratheon: Congratulations, my lady.
Sansa Stark: Thank you, your Grace.
Joffrey Baratheon: We've done it. You've married a Lannister! Soon you will have a Lannister baby. It's a dream come true for you, isn't it? What a glorious day!
Sansa Stark: Yes, your grace.
Joffrey Baratheon: I suppose it doesn't really matter which Lannister puts the baby into you. Maybe I'll pay you a visit after my uncle passes out. How'd you like that? [Sansa doesn't answer] You wouldn't? Well, that's all right. Ser Meryn and Ser Boris will hold you down. [to the crowd] Time for the bedding ceremony!
Tyrion Lannister: There will be no bedding ceremony.
Joffrey Baratheon: Where's your respect for tradition, uncle? Come, everyone! Pick her up, and carry her to her wedding bed. Get rid of her gown, she won't be needing it any longer. Ladies! Attend to my uncle, he's not heavy!
Tyrion Lannister: There will be no bedding ceremony.
Joffrey Baratheon: There will be if I command it!
[Tyrion angrily slams his dagger into the table]
Tyrion Lannister: Then you'll be fucking your own bride with a wooden cock!
Joffrey Baratheon: What did you say? What...did you...SAY?!
Tywin Lannister: I believe we can dispense with the bedding ceremony, Your Grace. I'm sure Tyrion did not mean to threaten the king.
Tyrion Lannister: [laughs] A bad joke, Your Grace. Made out of envy of your own royal manhood. Mine is so small, my poor wife won't even know I'm there.
Tywin Lannister: Your uncle is clearly quite drunk, Your Grace.
Tyrion Lannister: I am...guilty. But... But, it is my wedding night. My tiny drunk cock and I have a job to do. Come, wife. I vomited on a girl once. Middle of the act. Not proud of it. But I think honesty is important between a man and wife. Don't you agree? Come, I'll tell you all about it, put you in the mood.

  --  Second Sons [3.08]
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Sansa Stark: Is that wise, my Lord?
Tyrion Lannister:  Tyrion, Sansa. My name is Tyrion. [pours himself a cup of wine]
Sansa Stark: Is that wise, Tyrion?
Tyrion Lannister: Nothing was ever wiser. Astoundingly long...
Sansa Stark: What?
Tyrion Lannister: Neck. You have one. How old are you, exactly?
Sansa Stark:  Fourteen.
Tyrion Lannister: Well, talk won't make you any older. My lord father has commanded me to consummate this marriage.
[Sansa pours herself a cup of wine and hastily drinks it; she begins undressing]
Tyrion Lannister: [shakes his head] Stop. I can't... I could, but I won't.
Sansa Stark:  But, your father...
Tyrion Lannister: If my father wants someone to get fucked, I know where he can start. I won't share your bed.  Not until you want me to.
Sansa Stark: What if I never want you to?
Tyrion Lannister: "And so my Watch begins."

  --  Second Sons [3.08]
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Davos Seaworth: [in a cell] Your Grace!
Stannis Baratheon: They feeding you enough?
Davos Seaworth: Two meals a day: cold for breakfast, hot for supper. I cannot complain.
Stannis Baratheon: You don't belong in a place like this.
Davos Seaworth: Well, sad to say, but I've seen worse.
Stannis Baratheon: I'm sorry about your son. I never got the chance to tell you before. Good lad, loyal lad. Melisandre's returned.
Davos Seaworth: I didn't know she'd been gone.
Stannis Baratheon: Came back with a bastard boy, Robert's bastard boy.
Davos Seaworth: Why?
Stannis Baratheon: She says "power in king's blood."
Davos Seaworth: She's going to kill him.
Stannis Baratheon: Sacrifice him.
Davos Seaworth: Forgive me, Your Grace, I'm not a learned man, but is there a difference between kill and sacrifice? The boy's your nephew.
Stannis Baratheon: What of it? We're at war. Why should I spare the son of some tavern slut Robert bedded one drunken night?
Davos Seaworth: Because he has your blood in his veins.
Stannis Baratheon: So did Renly.
Davos Seaworth: Renly wronged you. Renly declared himself king when the throne belonged to you. He raised an army, stole your bannermen. This boy's done you no harm. He's an innocent.
Stannis Baratheon: How many boys live in Westeros? How many girls? How many men? How many women? "The darkness will devour them all", she says, "the night that never ends." Unless I triumph. I never asked for this - no more than I asked to be King. We do not choose our destiny, but we must do our duty, no? Great or small, we must do our duty. What's one bastard boy against a kingdom?
Davos Seaworth: Your Grace, why did you come to see me, today?
Stannis Baratheon: I came to free you. If you swear to never raise your hand to the Lady Melisandre again.
Davos Seaworth: I swear it. I can't swear never to speak against her.
Stannis Baratheon: You have little regard for your own life.
Davos Seaworth: Quite little, Your Grace. Verging on none. You could've freed me yesterday, or tomorrow... but you came to me now, before this boy is put to the knife, because... you knew I'd counsel restraint. You came to hear me say it, because you believe it yourself. You're not a man who slaughters innocents, for gain or glory. When my son was five, he said to me, "I don't ever want to die." I wanted to say to him, "You won't child- you won't ever." I hated the idea of him lying awake in the dark, afraid. I think mothers and fathers made up the Gods... because they wanted their children to sleep through the night.
Stannis Baratheon: I saw a vision in the flames. A great battle in the snow... I saw it. And you saw whatever she gave birth to. I never believed, but when you see the truth, when it's right there in front of you, as real as these iron bars... how can you deny her God is real?

  --  Second Sons [3.08]
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Margaery Tyrell: You look radiant, your Grace.
Cersei Lannister: Radiant? Why radiant?
Margaery Tyrell: It's word that came to mind. We're going to be sisters soon, we should be friends.
Cersei Lannister: You're a musical girl, aren't you? I imagine you have a lovely voice.
Margaery Tyrell: A better dancer, than a singer, I'm afraid.
Cersei Lannister: Ah, but you know the song, the Rains of Castamere?
Margaery Tyrell: Of course. They play it so often here at court.
Cersei Lannister: So you know the story of House Reyne of Castamere?
Margaery Tyrell: Not as well as you, I'm sure.
Cersei Lannister: House Reyne was a powerful family. Very wealthy. Second wealthiest in Westeros. Aren't the Tyrells the second wealthiest family in Westeros now? Of course, ambitious climbers don't want to stop on the second highest rung. If only you could take that final step. You'd see further than all the rest. You'd be alone with nothing but blue sky above you. So Lord Reyne built a castle, as grand as Casterly Rock. He gave his wife diamonds, larger than any my mother ever wore. And finally, one day, he rebelled against my father. Do you know where House Reyne is now?
Margaery Tyrell: Gone?
Cersei Lannister: Gone? A gentle word. Why not say slaughtered? Every man, woman and child, put to the sword. I remember seeing their bodies hanging high above the gates of Casterly Rock. My father let them rot up there all summer. It was a long summer. [Quoting "Rains of Castamere] And now the rains weep o'er their halls, and not a soul to hear." If you ever call me "sister" again, I'll have you strangled in your sleep.

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Osha: Where are we?
Brandon Stark: The Gift, I think. Brandon the Builder gave all this land south of the Wall to the Night's Watch, for their sustenance and support (pause) Maester Luwin taught me that.
Jojen Reed: (glances around) Doesn't seem to be supporting anyone, at the moment.
Meera Reed: It's good land! And there's no war up here. (Bran glances at her) Why leave?
Brandon Stark: Wildlings. (he glances guiltily at Osha) Sorry. But they come over the Wall and raid, steal, carry off women.
Rickon Stark: Old Nan said they turn your skull into a cup and drink your own blood from it. (he glances at Osha, who stares back at him impassively) That's what Old Nan said.
Jojen Reed: (glances at the sky) There's a storm coming.
Brandon Stark: I don't see any- (he's cut off by a distant clap of thunder; Hodor looks terrified)
Meera Reed: (indicates the nearby windmill she was scouting) This place is as good shelter as any. (they start towards the windmill)
Osha: (ruffles Rickon's hair teasingly) We can drink some blood while we wait- I don't need much.

  --  The Rains of Castamere [3.09]
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Jorah Mormont: (enters the tent with Grey Worm, both battered and bloodied but unhurt) It was just as you said. They did not believe until it was too late. (grins) Their slave-soldiers threw down their spears and surrendered! (Dany smiles momentarily, then looks worried)
Daenerys Targaryen: And- Daario Naharis? (Jorah looks disconcerted. Suddenly, Daario enters the tent, bearing the torn Yunkish banner)
Daario Naharis: (kneels before Dany) The City is yours, my Queen.

  --  The Rains of Castamere [3.09]
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Walder Frey: My honored guests, be welcome within my walls and at my table. I extend to you my hospitality and my protection in the light of the Seven.
Robb Stark: Thank you for your hospitality, my lord. I've come to make my apologies, my lord, and to beg your forgiveness.
Walder Frey: Don't beg my forgiveness, your grace. It wasn't me you spurned, it was my girls. One of them was supposed to be queen. Now none of them are. This is Arwaya, my daughter, my daughter Walda, my daughter Derwa, my daughter Waldra. My eldest granddaughters Janeya and Neyela. Serra and Sarra, granddaughters, twins. You could have had either. You could have both for all I care. My granddaughter Marianne, my granddaughter Freya, my granddaughter...Wertha? Walra? Waldina?
Merry Frey: I'm Merry.
Walder Frey: Fine. And here's my youngest daughter, Shirei. Though she hasn't bled yet, clearly you don't have the patience for all that.
Robb Stark: My ladies, all men should keep their word. Kings most of all. I was pledged to marry one of you and I broke that vow. The fault is not with you. Any man would be lucky to have any one of you. I did what I did not to slight you but because I loved another. I know these words cannot set right the wrong I've done to you and your house. I beg your forgiveness and pledge to do all I can to make amends so the Freys of the Crossing and the Starks of Winterfell may once again be friends.
[A bemused Walder claps his hands.]
Walder Frey: Very good.

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Catelyn Stark: He complained about this marriage the entire way from Riverrun, and now look at him.
Brynden Tully: The Gods love to reward a fool.
Catelyn Stark: Uncle!
Brynden Tully: What? He's my nephew, I love him, and, he's a damn fool.
[Next to them, Roose Bolton prevents a servant girl from pouring him wine.]
Catelyn Stark: Don't you drink, Lord Bolton?
Roose Bolton: Never do, my Lady, dulls the senses.
Brynden Tully: That's the point. Didn't you marry one of these Frey girls?
Roose Bolton: Aye, Lord Walder let me choose any of his granddaughters and promised me the girl's weight in silver as a dowry. So, I have a fat young bride.
Catelyn Stark: I hope she makes you very happy.
Roose Bolton: Well, she's made me very rich.
Brynden Tully: Pardon, my Lord, my Lady, I need to find a tree to piss on.

  --  The Rains of Castamere [3.09]
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Walder Frey: [To Robb] Your Grace, I fear I've been, remiss in my duties. I've given you meat and wine and music, but, I haven't shown you the hospitality you deserve. My king has married and I owe my new queen a wedding gift.
[Catelyn notices Roose Bolton is wearing chain mail, and slaps him]
Catelyn Stark: Robb!
[Robb turns just as Roose Bolton flees from his chair and Lothar Frey walks up behind Talisa and stab her repeatedly in the stomach]

  --  The Rains of Castamere [3.09]
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Walder Frey: The King in the North arises!
[Catelyn takes Walder's wife hostage and holds a knife to her throat.]
Catelyn Stark: Lord Walder! Lord Walder, enough! Let it end! Please! He is my son, my first son! Let him go and I swear we will forget this, I swear it by the old gods and the new, we will take no vengeance!
Walder Frey: You already swore me one oath, right here in my castle. You swore by all the gods that your son would marry my daughter!
Catelyn Stark: Take me for your hostage! But let Robb go. Robb get up, get up and walk out, please! Please!
Walder Frey: And why would I let him do that?
Catelyn Stark: On my honor as a Tully, On my honor as a Stark! Let Robb go, or I will cut your wife's throat!
Walder Frey: I'll find another.
Robb Stark: Mother...
Roose Bolton: The Lannisters send their regards.
[Roose stabs Robb through the heart. Catelyn screams as she cuts Jeyhousse's throat. Black Walder comes up behind her and slits her throat]]

  --  The Rains of Castamere [3.09]
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Tyrion Lannister: Killed a few puppies today?
Joffrey Baratheon: [gestures to Pycelle] Show him. Go on, show him!
[Pycelle takes out a small scroll and holds it out, but drops it when Tyrion reaches for it]
Grand Maester Pycelle: Ohhh! I'm sorry, my Lord, old fingers.
Tyrion Lannister: "Roslin caught a fine fat trout. Her brothers gave her a pair of wolf pelts for her wedding. Signed Walder Frey." Is that bad poetry, or is it supposed to mean something?
Joffrey Baratheon: Robb Stark is dead! And his bitch mother! Write back to Lord Frey. Thank him for his service and command him to send Robb Stark's head to me. I'm going to serve it to Sansa at my wedding feast.
Varys: Your Grace, Lady Sansa is your aunt by marriage.
Cersei Lannister: A joke. Joffrey did not mean it.
Joffrey Baratheon: Yes, I did. I'm going to have it served to Sansa at my wedding feast.
Tyrion Lannister: No. She is no longer yours to torment.
Joffrey Baratheon: Everyone is mine to torment. You'd do well to remember that, you little monster.
Tyrion Lannister: Oh, I'm a monster? Perhaps you should speak to me more softly, then. Monsters are dangerous and just now kings are dying like flies.
Joffrey Baratheon: I could have your tongue out for saying that!
Cersei Lannister: Let him make his threats. Hmm? He's a bitter little man.
Grand Maester Pycelle: Lord Tyrion should apologize immediately. Unacceptable, disrespectful, and in very bad taste!
Joffrey Baratheon: I am the KING!! I will punish you!
Tywin Lannister: Any man who must say, "I am the king" is no true king. I'll make sure you understand that when I've won your war for you.
Joffrey Baratheon: My father won the real war! He killed Prince Rhaegar. He took the crown, while you hid under Casterly Rock!
Tywin Lannister: [Glares at Joffrey, unfazed] ...The king is tired. See him to his chambers.
Cersei Lannister: Come along.
Joffrey Baratheon: I'm not tired.
Cersei Lannister: We have so much to celebrate. A wedding to plan. You must rest.
Tywin Lannister: Grand Maester, perhaps some essence of nightshade to help him sleep.
Joffrey Baratheon: I'm not... TIRED!!
Cersei Lannister: Come.

  --  Mhysa [3.10]
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Tyrion Lannister: You just sent the most powerful man in Westeros to bed without his supper.
Tywin Lannister: You're a fool if you believe he's the most powerful man in Westeros.
Tyrion Lannister: A treasonous statement! Joffrey is king.
Tywin Lannister: You really think a crown gives you power?
Tyrion Lannister: No, I think armies give you power. [Tywin nods] Robb Stark had one, never lost a battle, and you defeated him all the same. [Tywin nods again] Oh, I know. Walder Frey gets all the credit, or the blame, I suppose, depending on your allegiance. Walder Frey is many things, but a brave man? No. He never would have risked such an action, unless he had certain assurances...
Tywin Lannister: Which he got from me. Do you disapprove?
Tyrion Lannister: I'm all for cheating, this is war. But to slaughter them at a wedding...
Tywin Lannister: Explain to me why it is more noble to kill ten thousand men in battle than a dozen at dinner.
Tyrion Lannister: So that's why you did it? To save lives?
Tywin Lannister: To end the war. To protect the family. Do you want to write a song for the dead Starks? Go ahead! Write one. I'm in this world a little while longer, to defend the Lannisters, to defend my blood.
Tyrion Lannister: The Northerners will never forget.
Tywin Lannister: Good. Let them remember what happens when they march on the South. All the Stark men are dead. Winterfell is a ruin. Roose Bolton will be named Warden of the North, until your son by Sansa comes of age. I believe you still have some work to do on that score.
Tyrion Lannister: Do you think she'll open her legs for me after I tell her how we murdered her mother and brother?!
Tywin Lannister: One way or another, you will get that girl pregnant-
Tyrion Lannister: I will not rape her!
Tywin Lannister: Shall I explain to you in one easy lesson how the world works?
Tyrion Lannister: Use small words. I'm not as bright as you!
Tywin Lannister: The house that puts family first will always defeat the house that puts the whims and wishes of its' sons and daughters first.  A good man does everything in his power to better his family's position, regardless of his own selfish desires. [Tyrion smiles] Does that amuse you?
Tyrion Lannister: No, it's a very good lesson. Only it's easy for you to preach utter devotion to family, when you're making all the decisions!
Tywin Lannister: Easy for me, is it?
Tyrion Lannister: When have you ever done something that wasn't in your interest, but solely for the benefit of the family?
Tywin Lannister: The day that you were born. I wanted to carry you into the sea and let the waves wash you away. Instead, I let you live. And I've brought you up as my son.  Because you're a Lannister!

  --  Mhysa [3.10]
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Walder Frey: "The late Walder Frey" old Tully called me because I didn't get my men to the Trident in time for battle. He thought he was witty...but look at us now, Tully! You're dead, your daughter's dead, your grandson's dead, your son spent his wedding night in a dungeon and I am Lord of Riverrun! [cackles]
Roose Bolton: The Blackfish escaped.
Walder Frey: An old man on the run with no allies. I have Tywin Lannister backing me, who does he have?
Roose Bolton: As you say.
Walder Frey: They all laughed at me, all those high lords, they all thought they were better than me: Ned Stark, Hoster Tully...people snigger when I marry a young girl, but who said a word when Jon Arryn married the little Tully bitch?!
Roose Bolton: You'll be needing a new young girl.
Walder Frey: Yes...got that to look forward to. And you...the Warden of the North! No more Starks to bow and scrape to! Must have been torture following that stupid boy all over the country.
Roose Bolton: He ignored my advice at every turn. If he'd been a trifle less arrogant...
Walder Frey: Calling himself "The Young Wolf"...how's that for pomposity? Well...[raises his goblet in mock toast] Here's to the Young Wolf! [makes a mocking wolf howl]
Roose Bolton: Forever young. [both men chuckle]
Walder Frey: Will you move to Winterfell now that the war's over?
Roose Bolton: At some point, perhaps. But Winterfell's in ruins.
Walder Frey: Yes...what happened up there? I heard the Greyjoy boy seized the place. I heard he killed all the ravens and then, nothing.
Roose Bolton: I sent my bastard Ramsay to root him out. Robb Stark offered amnesty for the Ironborn if they gave us Theon.
Walder Frey: And?
Roose Bolton: [grins] Ramsay delivered the terms. The Ironborn turned on Theon as we knew they would. They handed him over, trussed and hooded, but Ramsay...well, Ramsay has his own way of doing things.

  --  Mhysa [3.10]
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Ramsay Snow: [eating a sausage] Those girls weren't lying. You had a good sized cock. [Theon weakly looks at the sausage in horror] What? No! Pork sausage. Do you think I'm some sort of savage? When people talk about phantom limbs, an amputee might have an itch where his foot used to be.  So I've always wondered, do eunuchs have a phantom cock? Next time you think about naked girls, will you feel an itch? Sorry. I shouldn't make jokes. My mother taught me not to throw stones at cripples...[grins] but my father taught me aim for their head!
Theon Greyjoy: Kill me...
Ramsay Snow: Sorry, what?
Theon Greyjoy: Kill me.
Ramsay Snow: A little louder.
Theon Greyjoy: KILL ME!
Ramsay Snow: You're no good to me dead.  We need you. You don't look like Theon Greyjoy anymore. That's a name for a lord. But you're not a lord, are you? You're just...meat. Stinking meat. You reek. Reek! That's a good name for you. What's your name?
Theon Greyjoy: Theon Greyjoy.
[Ramsay backhands Theon]
Ramsay Snow: What's your name?
Theon Greyjoy: Th-Theon Greyjoy.
[Ramsay punches Theon in the jaw]
Theon Greyjoy: Please...
[Ramsay grabs Theon by the face]
Ramsay Snow: What...is...your...name?!
Theon Greyjoy: Reek. My name is...Reek.

  --  Mhysa [3.10]
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Varys: When did you come to this strange country?
Shae: When I was thirteen.
Varys: You were only a child?
Shae: I stopped being a child when I was nine. My mother made sure of that.
Varys: You've been a good influence on our mutual friend, you know. (Shae permits herself a smile) He used to drink from sun-down to sun-up, visit three brothels a night, gamble away his father's money. Now it's just the drinking.
Shae: (bitterly) And now I'm his wife's servant. I brush her hair and clip her nails and empty her chamber pot.
Varys: She is a sweet young thing. None of this is her fault.
Shae: (angrily) I love that girl. I would kill for her. Do you think that makes it easier for me?
Varys: No- I expect not. (Shae turns away)
Shae: (sadly) She's young, and beautiful, and... high-born.
Varys: We break bread with them, but that doesn't make us family. We've learned their language, but we'll never be their countrymen. (pause, comes closer) If you let yourself believe that a foreign girl with no name could spend her life with the son of Tywin Lannister-
Shae: (turns around, angrily) I have a name-
Varys: (firmly) You have one name... as do I. Here, only the family name matters.
Shae:...What do you want from me, Lord Varys? (Varys glances around, then presses a leather pouch into her hand)
Varys: Diamonds. (pats the pouch) I'd tell you to beware carrying so much wealth, but you know how to protect yourself. (pause) Get on one of those ships- sail to Pentos, or Lhys, or Myr. (Shae stares at him coldly) You can buy a house with these diamonds- a very large house. Hire servants- start a new life, a good life, far from here. (smiles and steps back) A mysterious foreign beauty- you'll have suitors lining up.
Shae: (looks from Varys to the diamonds)...Why do you want me to leave?
Varys: Tyrion Lannister is one of the few people alive who can make this country a better place. He has the mind for it, he has the will, he has the right last name- and you... you are a complication.(softens his tone) I know you love him- and I know it's true love, not bought by gold and silver. I'm not asking you to leave him for money- I'm asking you to leave, because your presence in the Capitol endangers him. (pause) This will never be your home, my Lady. Find a true home, somewhere far from here- while there's still time. (turns to go)
Shae: (angrily) Lord Varys! (Varys turns back, Shae throws the pouch of diamonds at his feet) If he wants me to leave, he can tell me himself.

  --  Mhysa [3.10]
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1st Frey Bannerman: What d'you want?
Arya Stark: Mind if I keep warm?
2nd Frey Bannerman: Fuck off!
Arya Stark: But I'm hungry.
1st Frey Bannerman: Does "Fuck off" mean something different where you're from?
Arya Stark: I've got money. [she reaches into her belt pouch and pulls out the Braavosi coin Jacquen gave her]
1st Frey Bannerman:  What kinda coin is that?
Arya Stark: It's worth a lot. [she drops it on the ground when he reaches for it] Sorry.
1st Frey Bannerman: Little shit. [as he leans over to pick up the coin, Arya violently stabs him several times in the back and neck. Sandor Clegane then kills all three of them.]
Sandor Clegane: Where did you get the knife?
Arya Stark: From you.
Sandor Clegane:  Is that the first man you've killed?
Arya Stark: The first man.
Sandor Clegane: The next time you're going to do something like that, tell me first!
Arya Stark: [picks up the Braavosi coin] Valar Morghulis.

  --  Mhysa [3.10]
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Samwell Tarly: I know how this must look. [remembers Aemon is blind] What I meant was-
Gilly: I swear to you, my lord--
Maester Aemon: I'm not a lord, my dear. Not for many, many years. Every man who joins the Night's Watch renounces all former titles. Among other things. What is your name?
Gilly: Gilly.
Maester Aemon: Ah, for the gillyflower. Lovely.
Gilly: Yes, my-
Samwell Tarly: Maester.
Gilly: Master.
Samwell Tarly: Maester.
Maester Aemon: And the child?
Samwell Tarly: She hasn't chosen a name yet.
Gilly: His name is Sam.
Maester Aemon: Tarly... do you remember the oath you swore when you joined this order?
Samwell Tarly: He's not my child, Maester Aemon. She's one of Craster's wives. I remember every word of the oath. Night gathers and my watch begins. I am the shield that guards the realms of men. The realms of men. That means her as well as us. We didn't build 500 miles of ice walls 700 feet high to keep out men. The night is gathering, Maester Aemon. I've seen it. It's coming for all of us.
Maester Aemon: Gilly, you and your son will be our guests for the time being. We certainly cannot send you back beyond the Wall.
Gilly: Thank you... Maester. I can cook and clean and I can-
Maester Aemon: Good. Samwell, fetch a quill and inkwell. I hope your penmanship is better than your swordplay.
Samwell Tarly: Miles better.
Maester Aemon: We had 44 ravens at last count. Make sure they're all fed. Every one of them flies tonight.

  --  Mhysa [3.10]
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Jon Snow: Ygritte, you know I didn't have a choice. You always knew who I was, what I am. I have to go home now. I know you won't hurt me.
Ygritte: You know nothing, Jon Snow.
Jon Snow: I do know some things. I know I love you. I know that you love me. But I have to go home now!
[He turns away and Ygritte fires an arrow into his shoulder, knocking him down in agony. Jon staggers over to his horse, climbs on and rides away, but not before Ygritte shoots him twice more. She watches him go, sobbing.]

  --  Mhysa [3.10]
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First Lannister soldier : You lost, friend?
Oberyn Martell: Forgive me for staring...I don't see many Lannisters where I'm from.
First Lannister soldier: I don't see many Dornishmen in the capital.
Ellaria Sand: Come with me, lover.
Second Lannister soldier: Gods, look at this one!
Olyvar: Sirs, if you follow me I'll arrange for a private room-
Second Lannister soldier: Why are you wasting a woman like this on a Dornishman? Bring him a shaved goat and a bottle of olive oil!
[Oberyn smiles and steps forward as Ellaria watches.]
Oberyn Martell: Do you know why all the world hates a Lannister? You think your gold and your lions, and your gold lions make you better than everyone. May I tell you a secret? You're not a golden lion. You're just a pink little man who's far too slow on the draw.
[After a long beat, the second soldier makes a grab for his sword, but Oberyn instantly rams a dagger through his wrist, skewering his arm to the table, making the soldier screams in agony.]
Oberyn: Long sword is a bad option in close quarters. When I pull my blade, your friend starts bleeding, quite a lot, I'm afraid; so many veins in the wrist. [He twists the dagger slightly, causing the soldier to scream again] He'll live if you get him help, straight away. So...decisions.
Tyrion Lannister: Prince Oberyn! Forgive the intrusion, we heard there might be... [He breaks off as Oberyn wrenches his dagger free, causing the soldier to scream again] ...trouble.
Oberyn Martell: [to Ellaria] Apologies, my love. [they kiss]

  --  Two Swords [4.01]
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[Olenna and Margaery Tyrell are examining a selection of jewelled necklaces]
Olenna Tyrell: No, no! You're a queen, not an ox! [picking up a necklace] Your grandfather gave me a necklace just like this one. My fifty-first nameday. [she tosses it over her shoulder as if it were junk]
Margaery Tyrell: The wedding's in a fortnight, grandmother. You can't say no to everything.
Olenna Tyrell: Nonsense.

  --  Two Swords [4.01]
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Oberyn Martell: It seems I visited the Lannister brothel by mistake.
Tyrion Lannister: Oh, they take all kinds.
Oberyn Martell: Even Dornishmen.
Tyrion Lannister: The King is very grateful that you traveled all this way for his wedding.
Oberyn Martell: Ah, let us speak truth here; Joffrey is insulted. I am only the second son, after all.
Tyrion Lannister: Well, speaking as a fellow second son, I have grown rather used to being the family insult. [Oberyn chuckles] Why did you come to King's Landing, Prince Oberyn?
Oberyn Martell: I was invited to the royal wedding.
Tyrion Lannister: I thought we were speaking truth.
Oberyn Martell: The last time I was in the capital was many years ago. Another wedding. My sister Elia and Rhaegar Targaryen, the last dragon. My sister loved him. She bore his children. Swaddled them, rocked them, fed them at her own breast, Elia wouldn't let the wet nurse touch them. And beautiful, noble Rhaegar Targaryen...left her for another woman. That started a war and the war ended right here when your father's army took the city.
Tyrion Lannister: I wasn't actually present-
Oberyn Martell: They butchered those children. My nephew and niece. Carved them up and wrapped them in Lannister cloaks. And my sister, you know what they did to her? [Tyrion doesn't answer; Oberyn lifts his chin with a finger until their eyes are locked] I'm asking you a question.
Tyrion Lannister: I've heard rumors.
Oberyn Martell: So have I. The one I keep hearing is that Ser Gregor Clegane, the Mountain, raped Elia and split her in half with his greatsword.
Tyrion Lannister: I wasn't there. I don't know what happened.
Oberyn Martell: If the Mountain killed my sister, your father gave the order. Tell your father I'm here. And tell him the Lannisters aren't the only ones who pay their debts.

  --  Two Swords [4.01]
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[Dany sees that the Meereenese have used a crucified slave girl as a road-marker]
Jorah Mormont: There's one on every mile-marker between here and Meereen.
Daenerys Targaryen: How many miles are there between here and Meereen?
Jorah Mormont: One hundred and sixty-three, Your Grace.
Barristan Selmy: I'll tell our men to ride ahead and bury them. You don't need to see this.
Daenerys Targaryen: You will do no such thing. I will see each and every one of their faces. Remove her collar, before you bury her.

  --  Two Swords [4.01]
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Alliser Thorne: So you admit you murdered Qhorin Halfhand?
Jon Snow: I didn't murder him.
Alliser Thorne: No? You put your sword through a brother of the Night's Watch. What do you call that?
Jon Snow: He wanted me to kill him.
Janos Slynt: A bastard son of a traitor. What would you expect?
Jon Snow: The Halfhand believed our only chance to stop Mance was to get a man inside his army.
Alliser Thorne: Don't talk about the Halfhand as if you knew him. He was my brother.
Jon Snow: Then you'd know he'd do anything to defend the Wall. The free folk would have boiled him alive, but letting me kill him...
Janos Slynt: The free folk? Listen to him. He even talks like a wildling now.
Jon Snow: Aye, I talk like a wildling. I ate with the wildlings. I climbed the Wall with the wildlings. I...I laid with a wildling girl.
Janos Slynt: You admit to breaking your vows, then?
Jon Snow: I do.
Janos Slynt: The law is the law. The boy must die.
Maester Aemon: If we beheaded every ranger who lay with a girl, the Wall would be manned by headless men.
Alliser Thorne: There's a difference between sneaking off to the Mole's Town brothel and sleeping with the enemy.
Jon Snow: While we sit here, debating which rules I broke, Mance Rayder marches on the Wall with an army of a hundred thousand.
Alliser Thorne: Impossible. You can't get fifty wildlings together before they start killing each other.
Jon Snow: One hundred thousand. He's united the Thenns, the Hornfoots, the ice-river clans, there's giants fighting for him.
Janos Slynt: Giants?
Jon Snow: Have you ever been beyond the Wall, ser?
Janos Slynt: I commanded the City Watch of King's Landing, boy.
Jon Snow: And now you're here. You must not have been very good at your job.
Janos Slynt: How dare you?!
Jon Snow: There's a band of wildlings south of the Wall already, led by Tormund Giantsbane. I killed their warg and three others. They shot me full of arrows. Their orders are to attack Castle Black from the south when Mance hits it from the north. The signal for the attack will be a bonfire. Mance said it would be the greatest fire the North has ever seen. That's the truth. All the truth. Do you intend to execute me or am I free to go?
Maester Aemon: None of us are free. We are men of the Night's Watch. But we won't be taking your head today, Jon Snow.

  --  Two Swords [4.01]
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Polliver: Hey, I know you. You're the Hound! Pour our new friend some ale! What brings you so far north?
Sandor Clegane: I could ask the same of you. What're you doing up here?
Polliver: Just keepin' the King's peace.
Sandor Clegane: No need, war's over.
Polliver: So I've heard. Stannis defeated at the Blackwater, Robb Stark killed at the Twins, and where am I for all of it? Stuck with your brother. Meaning no offense.
Sandor Clegane: None taken.
Polliver: He's good, the Mountain is. Best at what he does. But torture, torture, torture, torture. You spend enough time puttin' a hammer to people, and you start to feel like a carpenter making chairs. Drains the fun right out of it! And what's life without a little fun? Well, I don't need to tell you that, eh?
Sandor Clegane: She's all right. I've had better.
Polliver: You know what?  You should come with us. His kind, they've always got something hidden away, gold, silver, more daughters.  Always something, if you know how to make em talk and there's plenty of 'em between here and King's Landing. You could do well for yourself.  We certainly have been!
Sandor Clegane: I'm not going to King's Landing.
Polliver: But think about it. We can do whatever we like, wherever we go! These are the King's colors. No one's standing in his way now... which means no one's standing in ours.
Sandor Clegane: Fuck the King.
Polliver: When I heard that Joffrey's dog had turned tail and run at the Battle of the Blackwater, I didn't believe it. But, here you are.
Sandor Clegane: Here I am. Bring me one of those chickens.
Polliver: You got money to pay for it?
Sandor Clegane: You paid for it?
Polliver: No, but we're the King's men. So, you got money?
Sandor Clegane: Not a penny. I'll still take that chicken.
Polliver: Tell you what. We'll trade you. One of our little chickens for one of yours. Give us a go at your friend. Lowell there likes them a bit broken in.
Sandor Clegane: You're a talker. Listening to talkers...makes me thirsty. And hungry. Think I'll take two chickens.
Polliver: You don't seem to understand the situation.
Sandor Clegane: I understand, that if any more words come pouring out your cunt mouth... I'm gonna have to eat every fucking chicken in this room.
Polliver: You lived your life for the King. You gonna die for some chickens?
Sandor Clegane: Someone is.

  --  Two Swords [4.01]
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Jaime Lannister:  My brother tells me you keep your mouth shut. Unusual talent, for a sellsword.
Bronn:  He tells me you shit gold, just like your father.
Jaime Lannister: Is this place safe?
Bronn: There's this knight, er, Laygood. Got thunderbolts on his shield? [Jaime nods] Right here is where I fuck his wife. She's a screamer, that one. If they don't hear her, they won't hear us. [whistles as Jaime draws his sword] I've never seen Valyrian steel before. She's a beauty. Problem is, if you fight with an edged blade, I'll have to. And if I fight with an edged blade, I'll have no one left to pay me. [pulls two blunted swords out of his bag and drops one on the ground]
Jaime Lannister: I haven't used a sparring sword since I was nine. [just as he grabs the practice sword, Bronn hits him on the wrist with his blade, forcing him to drop it] Bold warrior you are, attacking a man when his guard's down.
Bronn: Best time to attack a man. [attacks as Jaime picks up the sword; they spar for a moment, then Bronn shoves him against a rock wall] Mind yourself!
Jaime Lannister: If I still had my right hand...
Bronn: Plan on growin' it back?

  --  The Lion and the Rose [4.02]
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Ramsay Snow: Father. [shoves Theon forward, Roose gets up and inspects him more closely]
Roose Bolton: What did you do to him?
Ramsay Snow: I trained him. He was a slow learner, but he learned.
Roose Bolton: You flayed him.
Ramsay Snow: Peeled a few bits. Removed a few others.
Roose Bolton: This was Balon Greyjoy's son and heir.
Ramsay Snow: We've been flaying our enemies for a thousand years. The flayed man is on our banners.
Roose Bolton: My banners, not yours. You're not a Bolton, you're a Snow. Tywin Lannister has given me the North, but he won't lift a finger to help me take it. As long as the Ironborn hold Moat Cailin, our armies are trapped south of the Neck. Theon was a valuable hostage, not your plaything. I wanted to trade him for Moat Cailin.
Ramsay Snow: I already asked. Lord Greyjoy refused. Savages have...
Roose Bolton: You sent terms to Balon Greyjoy without my consent?
Ramsay Snow: You made me Acting Lord of the Dreadfort. I acted.
Roose Bolton: I had to smuggle myself into my own lands thanks to the Greyjoys. I needed Theon. I needed him whole.
Ramsay Snow: Theon was our enemy. But Reek? Reek will never betray us.
Roose Bolton: I place far too much trust in you.
Ramsay Snow: Reek, how could you let me stand before my father unshaven? It's disrespectful.
Theon Greyjoy: Sorry, my lord.
Ramsay Snow: [to Locke] Give him the razor.
[Ramsay sits in a chair and Theon is handed a razor; Roose turns around to watch]
Ramsay Snow: I'm not a Bolton, father. What does it matter? Go on, Reek. A nice, close shave.
[Theon begins carefully shaving Ramsay]

  --  The Lion and the Rose [4.02]
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Oberyn Martell: Your Grace. Lord Tywin.
Tywin Lannister: Prince Oberyn.
Oberyn Martell: I don't believe you have met Ellaria. This is the Lord Hand Tywin Lannister and Cersei Lannister the Queen Regent. I suppose it is former Queen Regent now. Lord Hand and Lady Cersei, Ellaria Sand.
Ellaria Sand: My lord. My lady.
Tywin Lannister: Charmed.
Cersei Lannister: Can't say I've ever met a Sand before.
Ellaria Sand: We are everywhere in Dorne. I have 10,000 brothers and sisters.
Oberyn Martell: Bastards are born of passion, aren't they? We don't despise them in Dorne.
Cersei Lannister: No? How tolerant of you.
Oberyn Martell: I expect it is a relief, Lady Cersei, giving up your regal responsibilities. Wearing the crown for so many years must have left your neck a bit crooked.
Cersei Lannister: I suppose you'll never know, Prince Oberyn. It's a shame your older brother couldn't attend the wedding.
Tywin Lannister: Please give him our regards. With any luck, the gout will abate with time and he will be able to walk again.
Oberyn Martell: They call it the rich man's disease. A wonder you don't have it, Lord Tywin.
Tywin Lannister: Noblemen in my part of the country don't enjoy the same lifestyle as our counterparts in Dorne.
Oberyn Martell: People everywhere have their differences. In some places the highborn frown upon those of low birth. In other places, the rape and murder of women and children is considered...distasteful. What a fortunate thing for you, former Queen Regent, that your daughter Myrcella has been sent to live in the latter sort of place.

  --  The Lion and the Rose [4.02]
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Joffrey Baratheon: Well fought. Well fought. Here you are. Champion's purse. Though you're not the champion yet, are you? A true champion defeats all the challengers. Surely there are others out there who still dare to challenge my reign. Uncle. How about you? I'm sure they have a spare costume.
Tyrion Lannister: One taste of combat was enough for me, Your Grace. I would like to keep what remains of my face. I think you should fight him. This was but a poor imitation of your own bravery on the field of battle. I speak as a firsthand witness. Climb down from the high table with your new Valyrian sword and show everyone how a true king wins his throne. Be careful, though. [Nods towards the champion dwarf.] This one is clearly mad with lust.  It would be a tragedy for the king to lose his virtue hours before his wedding night.
[Enraged and humiliated, Joffrey walks over to Tyrion and empties his goblet over his uncle's head.]
Tyrion Lannister: A fine vintage. Shame that it spilled.
Joffrey Baratheon: It did not spill.
Margaery Tyrell: My love, come back to me. It's time for my father's toast.
Joffrey Baratheon: Well, how does he expect me to toast without wine? [To Tyrion] Uncle, you can be my cupbearer seeing as you're too cowardly to fight.
Tyrion Lannister: Your Grace does me a fine honor.
Joffrey Baratheon: It's not meant as an honor.
[A brief pause, and Tyrion gets up to take the cup, but Joffrey drops it. As Tyrion bends to pick it up, Joffrey kicks it underneath a table.]
Joffrey Baratheon: Bring me my goblet.
[Tyrion goes underneath the table searching for the goblet. Sansa picks it up and hands it to Tyrion, who, in turn, hands it to Joffrey.]
Joffrey Baratheon: What good is an empty cup? Fill it. [Tyrion fills the cup with wine and hands it to Joffrey] Kneel. [Tyrion looks at him] Kneel before your king. [Pause] Kneel. [Pause as Tyrion glares at Joffrey; Getting angry] I said... kneel! [Tyrion keeps glaring at him]
Margaery Tyrell: Look, the pie.

  --  The Lion and the Rose [4.02]
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Joffrey Baratheon: Uncle. Where are you going? You're my cupbearer, remember?
Tyrion Lannister: I thought I might change out of these wet clothes, Your Grace.
Joffrey Baratheon: No, no, no.  No, you're perfect the way you are. Serve me my wine. Well, hurry up. This pie is dry. [He hands the cup to Joffrey, who gulps at it] Mm, good. Needs washing down.
Tyrion Lannister: If it please Your Grace, Lady Sansa is very tired.
Joffrey Baratheon: No. [coughs] No, you'll wait here... [coughs again] un-- [continues coughing]
Tyrion Lannister: Your Grace?
Joffrey Baratheon: [short of breath, he takes a gulp of wine to try and alleviate his coughing] It's nothing.
Margaery Tyrell: He's choking!
Olenna Tyrell: Help the poor boy. [Joffrey staggers away from the table, choking frantically.]  Idiots, help your king.
Jaime Lannister: Move away! [He pushes his way through the crowd and runs towards Joffrey as he collapses, choking and vomiting.] Joffrey! Joffrey!
Cersei Lannister: Help him! Someone help him! Joffrey!
[in the confusion, court fool Dontos Hollard appears behind Sansa]
Dontos Hollard: [to Sansa] Come with me now.
Cersei Lannister: Joffrey! Joffrey!
Dontos Hollard: [to Sansa] If you want to live, we have to leave.
Cersei Lannister: Don't touch him! Joffrey. Please, Joffrey. Joffrey, what is it?  Help him!
[Joffrey begins to bleed from his nose and eyes, he wheezes out his last breath and finally dies.]
Cersei Lannister: My son. [sobbing]
Man: He's gone. Our king is gone.
Cersei Lannister: [turning to glare at Tyrion] He did this. He poisoned my son, your king. Take him. Take him! Take him! Take him!

  --  The Lion and the Rose [4.02]
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Tywin Lannister: Your brother is dead. Do you know what that means? [Tommen hesitates in answering] I'm not trying to trick you.
Tommen Baratheon: It means I'll become king.
Tywin Lannister: Yes, you will become king. What kind of king do you think you will be?
Tommen Baratheon: A good king?
Tywin Lannister: I think so as well; you have the right temperament for it. But what makes a good king, hmm? What is a good king's single most important quality?
Cersei Lannister: This is hardly the place or the time!
Tommen Baratheon: Holiness?
Tywin Lannister: Baelor the Blessed was holy and pious. He built this sept. He also named a six year old boy High Septon because he thought the boy could work miracles. He ended up fasting himself into an early grave because food was of this world and this world was sinful.
Tommen Baratheon: Justice?
Tywin Lannister: A good king must be just. Orys the First was just; everyone applauded his reforms, nobles and commoners alike, but he wasn't just for long. He was murdered in his sleep after less than a year by his own brother. Was that truly just of him, to abandon his subjects to an evil that he was too gullible to recognize?
Tommen Baratheon: No. What about strength?
Tywin Lannister: Yes, strength. King Robert was strong; he won the rebellion and crushed the Targaryen dynasty. And he attended three Small Council meetings in seventeen years of ruling, and he spent his time whoring, hunting and drinking until the last two killed him. So, we have a man who starves himself to death, a man who lets his own brother murder him and a man who thinks winning and ruling are the same thing. What do they all lack?
Tommen Baratheon: Wisdom?
Tywin Lannister: Yes!
Tommen Baratheon: Wisdom is what makes a good king.
Tywin Lannister: Yes. But what is wisdom? A house with great wealth and fertile lands asks you for your protection against another house with a strong navy that could one day oppose you. How do you know which choice is wise and which is not? Any experience of treasuries and granaries? Or shipyards and soldiers?
Tommen Baratheon: No.
Tywin Lannister: Of course not. A wise king knows what he knows and what he doesn't. You're young. A wise young king listens to his councilors and heeds their advice until he comes of age. And the wisest kings continue to listen to them long afterwards. Your brother was not a wise king. Your brother was not a good king. If he had been, he'd probably still be alive.

  --  Breaker of Chains [4.03]
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Tyrion Lannister: [in his cell] Podrick.  Apologies for the stench.
Podrick Payne: I brought you some wine, m'Lord, but they took it from me.
Tyrion Lannister: A noble effort.
Podrick Payne: They didn't find the candles, though [starts laying items on a bench] A quill, some parchment, duck sausage, almonds, and some hard cheese.
Tyrion Lannister: You're a good lad. Any word of Shae?
Podrick Payne: I've heard nothing, my Lord.
Tyrion Lannister: I suppose that's a good thing. What are they saying about me, out there?
Podrick Payne: You're to stand trial, in a fortnight- for murdering the King.
Tyrion Lannister:  Do you believe I murdered Joffrey?
Podrick Payne: No, m'Lord. You didn't.
Tyrion Lannister: No. Gods, no. The world is a better place without him, but I had nothing to do with it. I'd like to think, if I were planning a Royal assassination, I would arrange it in such a way that I wouldn't be standing there, gawking like a fool when the King died.  Trial in a fortnight... have they announced the judges yet?
Podrick Payne: Your father.
Tyrion Lannister: Of course.
Podrick Payne:  Lord Mace Tyrell.
Tyrion Lannister:  Who will vote exactly as my father tells him to vote.
Podrick Payne:  And Prince Oberyn of Dorne.
Tyrion Lannister: Oberyn? [laughs] Leave it to my father.Never fails to take advantage of a family tragedy.
Podrick Payne:  I'm supposed to get a list of names from you, my Lord. Anyone who might testify on your behalf.
Tyrion Lannister: Oh!  I can call my own witnesses? How generous of them!  Very well. My wife, Sansa.
Podrick Payne:  My Lord, she's gone.
Tyrion Lannister: Gone?
Podrick Payne: No one's seen her, since the wedding. You don't think she...
Tyrion Lannister: No one had more cause to kill Joffrey than Sansa, but the girl's no assassin.  No, whoever killed the King wanted me to lose my head for it and with my wife's disappearance, it makes me seem that much more guilty. Podrick.
Podrick Payne: Yes, my Lord?
Tyrion Lannister: They'll be following you, now.
Podrick Payne: Who, my Lord?
Tyrion Lannister:  I don't know! They, they! The ominous "They"! The men pulling the strings, or women. My father. Maybe Joffrey was too much work for him. Sweet Tommen will be so much easier to handle. Whenever something bad happens to me, I assume it's my sister that had a hand in it. But say what you will of Cersei, she loves her children. She is the only one I'm certain had nothing to do with this murder... which makes this unique, as King's Landing murders go.

  --  Breaker of Chains [4.03]
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Margaery Tyrell: So am I the queen?
Olenna Tyrell: More than you were with Renly. Less than you would have been if Joffrey had done you the courtesy of consummating the marriage before dying. In any case, this would not be an opportune moment to press the issue.
Margaery Tyrell: Clawing at his own throat, looking to his mother to make it stop... it was horrible.
Olenna Tyrell: The world is overflowing with horrible things. But they're all a tray of cakes next to death. They brought me your grandfather's body when he died, you know? Made me look at it.
Margaery Tyrell: What was it like?
Olenna Tyrell: They took me to the Great Hall and there he was. The man I'd married and suffered to father my children. A great doughy lump I'd sat next to at endless dinners and tedious gatherings. There he was... lying on a table.
Margaery Tyrell: One of my husbands preferred the company of men and was stabbed through the heart. Another was happiest torturing animals and was poisoned at our wedding feast. (laughs bleakly) I must be cursed.
Olenna Tyrell: Nonsense. Your circumstances have improved markedly. You may not have enjoyed watching him die, but you enjoyed it more than you would have enjoyed being married to him, I can promise you that.
Margaery Tyrell: But I would have been the Queen.
Olenna Tyrell: Our alliance with the Lannisters remains every bit as necessary to them as it is unpleasant for us. You did wonderful work on Joffrey. The next one should be easier.

  --  Breaker of Chains [4.03]
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Old Man: We ask the Father to judge us with mercy accepting our human frailty. We ask the Mother to bless our crops so we may feed ourselves and all who come to our door. We ask the Warrior to give us courage in these days of strife and turmoil. We ask the Maiden to protect Sally's virtue to keep her from the clutches of depravity.
Sandor Clegane: You got to do all seven of the fuckers?
Arya Stark: Father!
Old Man: We ask the Smith to strengthen our hands and our backs so we may finish the work required of us. We ask the Crone to guide us on our journey from darkness to darkness.
Sandor Clegane: And we ask the Stranger not to kill us in our beds tonight for no damn reason at all.
Arya Stark: I'm so sorry. [tastes the stew] Really good.
Old Man: Did you fight at the Twins?
Sandor Clegane: Call that a fight? Slaughtering livestock more like.
Old Man: The Red Wedding they're calling it. Walder Frey committed sacrilege that day. He shared bread and salt with the Starks. He offered them guest right.
Sandor Clegane: Guest right don't mean much anymore.
Old Man: It means something to me. The gods will have their vengeance. Frey will burn in the seventh hell for what he did.

  --  Breaker of Chains [4.03]
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Alliser Thorne: (in response to calls for reprisals against the Wildling raids) If we go after them, we'll be giving them what they want. They want to draw us out, pick us off a few at a time.
Maester Aemon Targaryen: We have just over 100 men- and that's including Stewards, Builders... and me. We cannot afford to lose a single man. We must remember our first responsibility- we are the Watchers on the Wall. (Jon nods, the other Brothers and the escaped villagers look upset)
Pyp: There's got to be a way to protect them. (Thorne glares at him)
Alliser Thorne:...You're a champion of the common people, Lord Snow. What do you say to Brother Pyp's proposition?
Jon Snow:...Mance Rayder is coming. If the Wildlings breach the Wall, they'll roll over everything and everyone for a thousand miles before they reach an army that can stop them. (Pyp looks away, defeated)
Alliser Thorne: We need to shore up Castle Black, and we need to defend the Wall. That is our job. (suddenly, a horn sounds once from outside)
Pyp: Rangers returning! (they all rush outside)

  --  Breaker of Chains [4.03]
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[Grenn and Edd, both frigid and exhausted, have returned from Craster's Keep]
Alliser Thorne: What took you so long?
Grenn: We were held up.
Alliser Thorne: By what?
Grenn: Chains. (shows the welts on his wrists)
Dolorous Edd: (shivering) We were guests of the mutineers at Craster's Keep-
Jon Snow: (urgently) Are the mutineers dead?
Grenn: They're not going anywhere. They've got Craster's food, and Craster's wives. (Jon steps back, pondering their words)
Dolorous Edd: Poor girls- never thought they'd miss their daddy.
Grenn: Karl's running things now. He's the one, put a knife through Craster's mouth.
Jon Snow: (turns around) We need to ride north, and kill them all.
Alliser Thorne: We just went over this, boy- justice can wait.
Jon Snow: It's not about justice! (pause) I told the Wildlings we had over a thousand men at Castle Black alone. (Thorne turns to face him) Karl and the others know the truth, as well as we do. How long do you think they'll keep that information to themselves when the Wildlings are peeling their fingernails off? (pause, he and Thorne face each other) Mance has all he needs to crush us- he just doesn't know it yet. As soon as he gets his hands on them, he will. Then, he'll throw his full strength at us- and even if every one of us kills a hundred Wildlings, there's still not a thing we can do to stop them! (Thorne looks away, considering his words)
Pyp:...I don't think I can kill a hundred Wildlings.

  --  Breaker of Chains [4.03]
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Davos Seaworth: Westeros is not the world, Your Grace. We need to look east for ships and men. 10,000 skilled soldiers fight for the Golden Company.
Stannis Baratheon: [disgusted] The Golden Company?
Davos Seaworth: They've never broken a contract.
Stannis Baratheon: They're sellswords.
Davos Seaworth: We're willing to use blood magic to put you on the throne, but we're not willing to pay men to fight? Now the Red Woman's magic is real. Her visions and prophecies may be, too, but I've never heard of visions and prophecies winning a war. Soldiers win wars. Soldiers on the ground. It's dirty on the ground.
Stannis Baratheon: We don't have any gold.
Davos Seaworth: Not yet.
Stannis Baratheon: If I do not press my claim, my claim will be forgotten. I will not become a page in someone else's history book. I'm running out of time, Ser Davos. Which means you're running out of time.

  --  Breaker of Chains [4.03]
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Oberyn Martell: I'm sorry about your grandson.
Tywin Lannister: Are you?
Oberyn Martell: I don't believe that a child is responsible for the sins of his father or his grandfather. An awful way to die...
Tywin Lannister: Which way is that?
Oberyn Martell: Are you interrogating me, Lord Tywin?
Tywin Lannister: Some believe the king choked.
Oberyn Martell: Some believe the sky is blue because we live inside the eye of a blue-eyed giant. The king was poisoned.
Tywin Lannister: I hear you studied poisons at the Citadel.
Oberyn Martell: I did. This is why I know.
Tywin Lannister: Your hatred for my family is...rather well known. You arrive in the capital, an expert in poisoning; some days later, my grandson dies of poisoning.
Oberyn Martell: Rather suspicious. Why haven't you thrown me in a dungeon?
Tywin Lannister: You spoke with Tyrion in this very brothel on the day you arrived. What did you discuss?
Oberyn Martell: [amused] You think we conspired together?
Tywin Lannister: What did you discuss?
Oberyn Martell: The death of my sister.
Tywin Lannister: For which you blame me.
Oberyn Martell: She was raped and murdered by the Mountain. The Mountain follows your orders. Of course I blame you.
Tywin Lannister: I stand before you unarmed, unguarded. Should I be worried?
Oberyn Martell: You are unarmed and unguarded because you know me better than that. I'm a man of reason; if I slit your throat today, I will be drawn and quartered tomorrow.
Tywin Lannister: Men at war commit all kinds of crimes, without their superiors' knowledge.
Oberyn Martell: So you're denying involvement in Elia's murder?
Tywin Lannister: Categorically. [long pause, then Oberyn turns away]
Oberyn Martell: I would like to speak with the Mountain.
Tywin Lannister: I'm sure he would enjoy speaking with you.
Oberyn Martell: He might not enjoy it as he thinks he would.
Tywin Lannister: I could arrange for this meeting-
Oberyn Martell: But you want something in return.
Tywin Lannister: There will be a trial for my son and as custom dictates, three judges will render a verdict. I will preside, Mace Tyrell will serve as the second judge and I would like you to be the third.
Oberyn Martell: Why?
Tywin Lannister: Not long ago, the Tyrells sided with Renly Baratheon, declared themselves enemies of the throne; now they are our strongest allies-
Oberyn Martell: Well, you made the Tyrell girl a Queen. Asking me to judge at your son's trial isn't quite as tempting.
Tywin Lannister: I will also invite you to sit on the Small Council, to serve as one of the new king's principal advisors. [Oberyn sips his wine, then turns around]
Oberyn Martell: I never realized you had such respect for Dorne, Lord Tywin.
Tywin Lannister: We are not Seven Kingdoms until Dorne returns to the fold. The king is dead, the Greyjoys are in open rebellion, a wildling army marches on the Wall and in the East, a Targaryen girl has three dragons. Before long, she will turn her eyes to Westeros. Only the Dornish managed to resist Aegon Targaryen and his dragons.
Oberyn Martell: [grins] You're saying you need us? That must be hard for you to admit.
Tywin Lannister: We need each other.  You help me serve justice to the King's assassins... and I will help you serve justice to Elia's. [Offers Oberyn his hand to shake]

  --  Breaker of Chains [4.03]
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[After Daario has effortless dispatched Mereen's champion, Daenerys addresses the slaves of Meereen]
Daenerys Targaryen: I am Daenerys Stormborn. Your Masters may have told you lies about me, or they may have told you nothing. It does not matter. I have nothing to say to them. I only speak to you. First, I went to Astapor. Those who were slaves in Astapor, now stand behind me, free. Next I went to Yunkai. Those who were slaves in Yunkai, now stand behind me, free. Now I have come to Meereen. I am not your enemy. Your enemy is beside you. Your enemy steals and murders your children. Your enemy has nothing for you but chains and suffering, and commands. I do not bring you commands. I bring you a choice. And I bring your enemies what they deserve.

  --  Breaker of Chains [4.03]
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Daenerys Targaryen: Remind me, Ser Jorah, how many children did the Great Masters nail to mileposts?
Jorah Mormont: 163, Khaleesi.
Daenerys Targaryen: Yes, that was it.
Barristan Semly: Your Grace, may I have a word? The city is yours. All these people, they're your subjects now. Sometimes it is better to answer injustice with mercy.
Daenerys Targaryen: I will answer injustice with justice.

  --  Oathkeeper [4.04]
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Jaime Lannister: What the hell was that?
Bronn: That was me knocking your ass to the dirt with your own hand.
Jaime Lannister: You're a rare talent. When you're fighting cripples, anyway.
Bronn: You learned to fight like a good little boy. I'll bet that thrust through the Mad King's back was pretty as a picture. You want to fight pretty or you want to win?
Jaime Lannister: You talk to my brother this way?
Bronn: All the time. He got used to it.
Jaime Lannister: Do you think he did it?
Bronn: No. Oh, he hated the little twat, sure. But who didn't? And poison's not his style. Or murder, for that matter. You want to know for sure, why don't you ask him? You haven't been to see him yet, eh?
Jaime Lannister: We're done for today.
Bronn: Your brother ever tell you how I came into his service?
Jaime Lannister: You stood for him in his trial by combat at the Eyrie.
Bronn: Aye. But only when Lady Arryn demanded the trial take place that day. You were his first choice. He named you for his champion because he knew you would ride day and night to come fight for him. You gonna fight for him now?

  --  Oathkeeper [4.04]
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Jaime Lannister: To tell you the truth, this isn't so bad. Four walls. A pot to piss in. I was chained to a wooden post covered in my own shit for months.
Tyrion Lannister: Is that supposed to make me feel better?
Jaime Lannister: Maybe a bit. I'm sorry I didn't come sooner.
Tyrion Lannister: It's complicated, yes. So how is our sister?
Jaime Lannister: How do you think? Her son died in her arms.
Tyrion Lannister: Her son?
Jaime Lannister: Don't. [Pause] You know what's coming?
Tyrion Lannister: My trial for regicide. Yes, I know. I know the whole bloody country thinks I'm guilty. I know that one of my three judges has wished me dead more times than I can count. And that judge is my father. As for Cersei, well, she's probably working on a way to avoid a trial altogether by having me killed.
Jaime Lannister: Now that you mention it, she did ask.
Tyrion Lannister: So, should I turn around and close my eyes?
Jaime Lannister: Depends. Did you do it?
Tyrion Lannister: The Kingslayer brothers. You like it? I like it. You're really asking if I killed your son?
Jaime Lannister: Are you really asking if I'd kill my brother? How can I help you?
Tyrion Lannister: Well, you could set me free.
Jaime Lannister: You know I can't.
Tyrion Lannister: Then there's really nothing else to say.
Jaime Lannister: What do you want me to do? Kill the guards? Sneak you out of the city in the back of a cart? I'm the Lord Commander of the Kingsguard.
Tyrion Lannister: Sorry, I'd forgotten. I'd hate for you to do something inappropriate.
Jaime Lannister: Inappropriate? You're accused of killing the king. Freeing you is treason.
Tyrion Lannister: Except I didn't do it.
Jaime Lannister: Which is why we're having a trial.
Tyrion Lannister: A trial. If the killer threw himself before the Iron Throne, confessed to his crimes, and gave irrefutable evidence of his guilt, it wouldn't matter to Cersei. She won't rest until my head's on a spike.
Jaime Lannister: Not just yours. She's offering a knighthood to whomever finds Sansa Stark.
Tyrion Lannister: Sansa couldn't have done this.
Jaime Lannister: She had more reason than anyone in the Seven Kingdoms. Do you think it's a coincidence she disappeared the same night Joffrey died?
Tyrion Lannister: No, but... Sansa's not a killer. Not yet, anyway.

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Sansa Stark: Where are you taking me?
Petyr Baelish:  I'm getting married to your aunt, Lysa. She's waiting for us at the Eyrie. You'll be safe there.
Sansa Stark: Did you kill Joffrey?
Petyr Baelish: [smiles] Did I kill Joffrey?  I've been in the Vale, for weeks.
Sansa Stark:  I know it was you.
Petyr Baelish: [gives her a mocking smile] And who helped me with this conspiracy?
Sansa Stark: Well, there was Ser Dontos...You used him to get me out of King's Landing, but you would never trust him to kill the King.
Petyr Baelish: Why not?
Sansa Stark: Because you're too smart to trust a drunk.
Petyr Baelish: Then, perhaps it was your husband.
Sansa Stark: No.
Petyr Baelish: How do you know?
Sansa Stark: I just do.
Petyr Baelish: You're right. He wasn't involved in Joffrey's death. But you were. [Sansa stares at him] Do you remember that lovely necklace Dontos gave you? I don't suppose you noticed that a stone was missing, after the feast...
Sansa Stark: The poison. [he smiles] I don't understand! The Lannisters gave you wealth, power. Joffrey made you the Lord of Harrenhal!
Petyr Baelish: [shrugs] A man with no motive is a man no one suspects. Always keep your foes confused. If they don't know who you are, or what you want they can't know what you plan to do next.
Sansa Stark: I don't believe you. If they catch you, they'll put your head on a spike, just like my father's. You'd risk that, just to confuse them?
Petyr Baelish: So many men, they risk so little. They spend their lives avoiding danger. And then they die. I'd risk everything to get what I want.
Sansa Stark: And what do you want?
Petyr Baelish: Everything. My friendship with the Lannisters was productive... but Joffrey?  A vicious boy with a crown on his head. He's not a reliable ally. Who could trust a friend like that?
Sansa Stark: Who could trust you?
Petyr Baelish: I don't want friends like me.  My new friends are predictable, very reasonable people. As for what happened to Joffrey, well... that was something my new friends wanted, very badly.  Nothing like a thoughtful gift to make a new friendship grow strong.

  --  Oathkeeper [4.04]
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Margaery Tyrell: I can't believe you're going. Leaving me with these people!
Olenna Tyrell: The time has come, my dear. There's nothing more tedious than a trial... except perhaps these gardens. If I have to take one more leisurely stroll through the gardens, I'll fling myself from the cliffs. Have you been to see Tommen yet?
Margaery Tyrell: No. Have they even agreed to the match? No one tells me anything.
Olenna Tyrell: I wasn't originally engaged to marry your grandfather Luthor, you know. He was engaged to marry my sister, your great-aunt Viola. I was engaged to marry some Targaryen or other. Marrying a Targaryen was all the rage, back then. But the moment I saw my intended with his twitchy little ferret's face and ludicrous silver hair, I knew he wouldn't do. So, the evening before Luthor was to propose to my sister, I got lost on my way back from my embroidery lesson and happened upon his chambers. How absent-minded of me.
Margaery Tyrell: Mm-hmm.
Olenna Tyrell: The following morning, Luthor never made it down the stairs to propose to my sister, because the boy couldn't bloody walk. [Margaery laughs] And once he could, the only thing he wanted was what I'd given him the night before. I was good. I was very, very good. You are even better, but you need to act quickly. Cersei may be vicious, but she's not stupid. She'll turn the boy against you as soon as she can. And by the time you're married, it'll be too late. Luckily for you, the Queen Regent is rather distracted at the moment, mourning her dear departed boy. Accusing her brother of his murder, which he didn't commit.
Margaery Tyrell: Well, he could have done.
Olenna Tyrell: Oh, he could have done, but he didn't.
Margaery Tyrell: You don't know, Grandmother.
Olenna Tyrell: [gives her a direct look] But I do know. [Margaery stares at her in shock] You don't think I'd let you marry that beast, do you?
Margaery Tyrell: What? I don't understand...
Olenna Tyrell: Shhhh. Don't you worry yourself about all that. You just do what needs to be done.

  --  Oathkeeper [4.04]
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Brienne of Tarth: [reading from "The History of the Kingsguard"] "Ser Jaime Lannister. Knighted and named to the Kingsguard in his sixteenth year. At the Sack of King's Landing, murdered his King, Aerys the Second. Pardoned by Robert Baratheon; thereafter known as Ser Kingslayer."
Jaime Lannister: It's the duty of the Lord Commander to fill those pages. And there's still room left on mine. [he hefts a sword, balancing it awkwardly on his maimed arm, and hands it to Brienne, who examines it carefully]
Brienne of Tarth: Valyrian steel. [Jaime nods]
Jaime Lannister: It's yours.
Brienne of Tarth: I can't accept-
Jaime Lannister: It's reforged from Ned Stark's sword. We'll use it to defend Ned Stark's daughter. We swore an oath to return the Stark girls to their mother. Lady Stark's dead. Arya's probably dead, too, but there's still a chance to find Sansa, and get her somewhere safe. [pause] I've got something else for you. [pulls a curtain off a specially made suit of armor] I hope I got your measurements right.
Brienne of Tarth: I'll find her. For Lady Catelyn. And for you.

  --  Oathkeeper [4.04]
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[Jaime has gifted Tyrion's former squire, Podrick Payne, to Brienne before her departure from King's Landing]
Brienne of Tarth: (sharply) I don't need a squire. (Pod and Bronn looks on awkwardly)
Jaime Lannister: (amused) Of course you do!
Brienne of Tarth: He'll slow me down!
Jaime Lannister: (urgently) My brother owes him a debt; he's not safe here. You'll be keeping him from harm- it's chivalry.
Podrick Payne: I won't slow you down, Ser- (they both look at him)...Milady. I- I promise I'll serve you well.
Jaime Lannister: See? He's a good lad, you'll get along. (Brienne looks reluctant)
Bronn: (claps Pod on the shoulder and offers him a short, double-bladed axe) Compliments of Lord Tyrion- his axe, from the Blackwater. (Pod, moved, takes the axe and examines it, smiling) What're you waitin' for, a kiss? Ready the lady's horse. (Pod hastily goes to do so, Jaime walks up to Brienne)
Jaime Lannister: (smiles) They say, the best swords have names. Any ideas?
Brienne of Tarth: Oathkeeper. (Jaime nods, long pause)
Jaime Lannister: Goodbye, Brienne.

  --  Oathkeeper [4.04]
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High Septon: May the Warrior grant him courage and protect him in these dark times. May the Smith grant him strength, that he might bear this heavy burden. And may the Crone, she that knows the fate of all men, show him the path he must walk and guide him through the dark places that lie ahead. In the light of the Seven, I now proclaim Tommen of the House Baratheon, First of His Name, King of the Andals and the First Men and Lord of the Seven Kingdoms. [crowns Tommen] Long may he reign!

  --  First of His Name [4.05]
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Margaery Tyrell: Your Grace?
Cersei Lannister: [they both watch her son Tommen] There he is.
Margaery Tyrell: Long may he reign.
Cersei Lannister: Long may he reign.
Margaery Tyrell: He sits the Throne like he was born to it.
Cersei Lannister: Yes. He wasn't, though, was he?
Margaery Tyrell: No, he wasn't.
Cersei Lannister: You still mourn for Joffrey?
Margaery Tyrell: He was my husband, my King.
Cersei Lannister: He would have been your nightmare.
Margaery Tyrell: Your Grace, I-
Cersei Lannister: You knew exactly what he was. I did, too. You never love anything in the world the way you love your first child. It doesn't matter what they do. And what he did, it shocked me. Do you think I'm easily shocked?
Margaery Tyrell: No.
Cersei Lannister: The things he did shocked me. [they look towards Tommen]  He's only a boy. A good boy, a decent boy, he always has been.  Who was the last decent king, I wonder? He could be the first man to sit on that throne in fifty years to actually deserve it.
Margaery Tyrell: It would be some consolation, wouldn't it? For all the horror that put him there.
Cersei Lannister: He will need help if he's going to rule well.
Margaery Tyrell: He has you.
Cersei Lannister: A mother is not enough. You're still interested in being Queen, I take it?
Margaery Tyrell: After all that's happened? It sounds strange, I know, but I haven't given any thought to it. What comes next. It would be a great honor, of course. But I will have to speak to my father about it.
Cersei Lannister: Yes, speak to your father. I'll speak to mine.
Margaery Tyrell:  We may be faced with an alarming number of weddings soon. I won't even know what to call you. Sister, or Mother?

  --  First of His Name [4.05]
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Jorah Mormont: Joffrey Baratheon is dead.  Murdered at his own wedding.
Barristan Selmy: And we've taken the Meereenese Navy, Your Grace.
Daario Naharis: The Second Sons took the Meereenese Navy.
Daenerys Targaryen: Who told you to take their Navy?
Daario Naharis: No one.
Daenerys Targaryen: So why did you do it?
Daario Naharis: I heard you like ships.
Daenerys Targaryen: How many ships?
Barristan Selmy: Ninety-three, Your Grace.
Daenerys Targaryen: How many men can they carry?
Barristan Selmy: Ninety-three hundred, not counting sailors.
Daenerys Targaryen: Would that be enough to take King's Landing?
Jorah Mormont: The Lannisters have more.
Barristan Selmy: They've been fighting Joffrey's mad wars for years. They're tired, dispersed, and now their King is dead. 8,000 Unsullied and 2,000 Second Sons sail into Blackwater Bay, storm the gates without warning...
Jorah Mormount: It's hard to say. Could be enough... but we're not fighting to make you Queen of King's Landing. Ten thousand men cannot conquer Westeros.
Barristan Selmy: The old Houses will flock to our Queen when she crosses the Narrow Sea.
Jorah Mormount: The old Houses will flock to whichever side they think will win, as they always have. There's other news, from Yunkai. Without the Unsullied to enforce your rule, the Wise Masters have re-taken control of the city. They've re-enslaved what freed men have stayed behind and sworn to take revenge against you. And in Astapor, the council you installed to rule over the city has been overthrown by a butcher named Cleon, who's declared himself 'His Imperial Majesty'.
Daenerys Targaryen: Please leave me. Not you, Jorah. It appears my liberation of Slaver's Bay isn't going quite as planned.
Jorah Mormont: You could sail for Westeros and leave it all behind.  A boy sits on the Iron Throne, a boy whom many believe to be a bastard with no right to it. They have never been more vulnerable.
Daenerys Targaryen: You counseled me against rashness in Qarth. I didn't listen, but all worked out well. How can I rule seven Kingdoms if I can't control Slaver's Bay? Why should anyone trust me? Why should anyone follow me?
Jorah Mormont: You're a Targaryen. You're the Mother of Dragons.
Daenerys Targaryen: I need to be more than that. I will not let those I have freed slide back into chains. I will not sail for Westeros.
Jorah Mormont: What, then?
Daenerys Targaryen: I will do what Queens do. I will rule.

  --  First of His Name [4.05]
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Lysa Arryn: What took you so long?
Petyr Baelish: Arranging for the ascension of King Tommen I, extricating Sansa, getting her here alive.
Lysa Arryn: She's here. We've spent more than enough time on her for one evening. Let's get married tonight.
Petyr Baelish: Ought we not inform the Lords of the Vale about the ceremony?
Lysa Arryn: There's only one Lord of the Vale. The others can all hang. Lurking and simpering on the stairs like buzzards the moment my husband died, trying to get their claws in me.
Petyr Baelish: I do think that we could wait until...
Lysa Arryn: I'm done waiting, Petyr. We had our wedding night many years ago. Or don't you remember?
Petyr Baelish: Like it was yesterday.
Lysa Arryn: What wife would do for you the things I've done for you? What wife would trust you the way I've trusted you? When you gave me those drops and told me to pour them into Jon's wine, my husband's wine. When you told me to write a letter to Cat telling her it was the Lannisters.
[Petyr interrupts Lysa by kissing her]
Petyr Baelish: The deed is done. Faded into nothing. Only speaking of it can make it real. Tonight it is, then. Let me bathe and dress for the occasion. Once I'm presentable, I'll call on the septon immediately.
[Lysa opens the doors, revealing a septon]
Lysa Arryn: I'm warning you. I'm going to scream when my husband makes love to me. I'm going to scream so loud, they'll hear me clear across the Narrow Sea.

  --  First of His Name [4.05]
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Lysa Arryn: Your mother always had a sweet tooth, you know?
Sansa Stark: Really?
Lysa Arryn: Oh, yes. At suppertime, she would go straight for honey cakes, candied almonds, custard. Anything sweet. Eventually, your grandfather had to assign a septa to watch her at meals. Cat was the firstborn daughter after all. It was important that she remain desirable so Father could arrange a good match for her and she was starting to get fat.
Sansa Stark: [incredulous] My mother fat? She never let me have my pudding until I'd finished all my proper food.
Lysa Arryn: This is before she married your father and moved to the North. By the time you were born, your father's austerity had become hers. Marriage changes people. [notices Sansa has stopped eating] I didn't mean for you to stop. Go on, enjoy them. How do you like them?
Sansa Stark: They're delicious. Where did you get the lemons? You can't grow them up here.
Lysa Arryn: Oh, gods, no. Petyr had three crates brought all the way from King's Landing. He knew you liked lemon cakes.
Sansa Stark: He's so kind.
Lysa Arryn: He really cares for you. Think where you'd be without him. In their clutches and tried for murder.
Sansa Stark: Yes. I'm very lucky.
Lysa Arryn: He feels responsible for you.
Sansa Stark: Oh, I know he does. I'm so grateful.
Lysa Arryn: [sharply] Why? Why does he feel responsible for you?
Sansa Stark: Well, I'm half Tully. He loved your... family so much.
Lysa Arryn: Loved your mother.
Sansa Stark: No.
Lysa Arryn: That's what you wanted to say.
Sansa Stark: He loves you, Aunt Lysa. He's married to you.
Lysa Arryn: Your mother never loved him. Never. Cat always went straight for the sweetest thing. The most obvious thing. Your Uncle Brandon. Your handsome, arrogant, cruel Uncle Brandon. He almost killed Petyr in a duel. And your mother loved him anyway. And now Petyr is risking his life to save you, the daughter of a woman who didn't love him no more than those whores in his brothels. Has he told you about them?
Sansa Stark: No.
Lysa Arryn: He hasn't told you about the vile things they do with their bodies? [squeezes Sansa's hands] The vile things they let him do with their bodies?
Sansa Stark: No, never.
Lysa Arryn: Are you pregnant?
Sansa Stark: What? No, I told you. Lord Tyrion and I never-
Lysa Arryn: I wasn't asking about Tyrion. What have you let Petyr do with your body?
Sansa Stark: Aunt Lysa, no, I-
Lysa Arryn: Your young, pretty body.
Sansa Stark: Nothing. I'm a virgin.
Lysa Arryn: Don't lie to me.
Sansa Stark: You're hurting me.
Lysa Arryn: I'll know if you lie.
Sansa Stark: I'm a virgin, I swear it. He loves you, Aunt Lysa. All he says is that I'm stupid. I'm a stupid little girl with stupid dreams who never learns and I'm a terrible liar, so I should always tell the truth. And I swear to you that he has never touched me. Not once, not ever.
Lysa Arryn: Shh. Shh. Shh. It's all right. It will all be all right. You'll be a widow soon. They'll execute that dwarf for murdering the king and you'll be free to marry Robin. You'll be the Lady of the Vale.

  --  First of His Name [4.05]
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Arya Stark: Joffrey...Cersei...Walder Frey...Meryn Trant...Tywin Lannister...The Red Woman...Beric Dondarrion...Thoros of Myr...Illyn Payne...The Mountain...
Sandor Clegane: Would you shut up?
Arya Stark: I can't sleep until I say the names.
Sandor Clegane: The names of every fucking person in Westeros?
Arya Stark: Only the ones I'm going to kill.
Sandor Clegane: Huh. Hate's as good a thing as any to keep a man going, better than most. [pause] We come across my brother, maybe we can both cross a name off a list.
Arya Stark: If he were here right now, what would you do?
Sandor Clegane: I'd tell him to shut the fuck up so I can get some sleep. Go on, get it over with, your list of doomed men.
Arya Stark: I'm almost done. Only one name left.
Sandor Clegane: Go on!
Arya Stark:([lies down] The Hound.

  --  First of His Name [4.05]
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Sandor Clegane: [on Arya's 'water-dancing'] Who taught you that shite?
Arya: The greatest swordsman who ever lived. Syrio Forel, the First Sword to the Sealord of Braavos.
Sandor Clegane: Braavos. Greasy-haired little bastard women, they all are.
Arya: What do you know about anything?
Sandor Clegane: I bet his hair's greasier than Joffrey's cunt.
Arya: It was not!
Sandor Clegane: 'Was?' He dead?
Arya: Yes!
Sandor Clegane: How?
Arya: He was killed!
Sandor Clegane: Who by?
Arya: Meryn Trant! That's why Ser Meryn's on my-
Sandor Clegane: [in disbelief] Meryn Trant? 'The greatest swordsman who ever lived' killed by Meryn fucking Trant?
Arya: He was outnumbered!
Sandor Clegane: Any boy-whore with a sword could beat three Meryn Trants.
Arya: Syrio didn't have a sword! Or armour! Just a stick!
Sandor Clegane: [laughing] The greatest swordsman who ever lived didn't have a sword? All right. You have a sword. Let's see what he taught you. Go on, do it for your Braavosi friend. Dead like all the rest of your friends.
[Arya attempts to stab him in the stomach, but Needle fails to penetrate Clegane's armour; he backhands her to the ground and picks up Needle]
Sandor Clegane: Your friend's dead and Meryn Trant's not, because Trant had armour and a big fucking sword. [hands Needle back to her and walks away]

  --  First of His Name [4.05]
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Jon Snow: We lost four brothers?
Eddison Tollett: Five.
Grenn: [stares at Locke's horribly broken neck] What in Seven Hells could do that to a man?
Jon Snow: I count ten dead mutineers. Locke said there were eleven of them.
Eddison Tollett: Where's Rast?
Watchman: Here's another!
Grenn: [glances up and sees Ghost appear at the gate] Jon?
Jon Snow: [smiles] Where in Seven Hells?!  Come here! I've missed you, boy.
Eddison Tollett: [indicates Craster's surviving daughter-wives] What should we do with this lot?
Jon Snow: It's not safe for you out here on your own. Mance Rayder has an army heading this way, and there's worse out there than Mance. Come with us to Castle Black. We can find you work, keep you safe.
Craster's first wife: Meaning all respect, Ser Crow. Craster beat us, and worse. Your brother Crows beat us, and worse. We'll find our own way.
Jon Snow: You want to stay here? In Craster's Keep?
Craster's first wife: [looks up at the hall and spits]  Burn it to the ground and all the dead with it.

  --  First of His Name [4.05]
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Tycho Nestoris: Welcome to the Iron Bank.  Please...sit. What can we do for you, Lord Stannis?
Davos Seaworth: This is Stannis of the House Baratheon, King of the Andals and the First Men, Lord of the Seven Kingdoms, and Protector of the Realm!
Tycho Nestoris: The Iron Throne is currently occupied by Tommen of the House Baratheon, King of the Andals and the First Men, Lord of the Seven Kingdoms and Protector of the Realm.
Stannis Baratheon: He shares no blood with me. He was a bastard born of incest, as was his brother before him.
Tycho Nestoris: Yes, we've heard this story.
Stannis Baratheon: It's not a story! It's the truth!
Tycho Nestoris: The King's grandfather tells a different story: a story about a jealous uncle, whose attempts to usurp the throne from the rightful King cost the Seven Kingdoms dearly, in blood...and gold.
Stannis Baratheon: Gold you loaned him.
Tycho Nestoris: And you feel your blood gives you a claim on our gold?
Stannis Baratheon: More than any man living.
Tycho Nestoris: Across the Narrow Sea, your books are filled with words like "Usurper", "Madman" and "blood right".  Here, our books are filled with numbers. We prefer the stories they tell, more plain, less... open to interpretation.  How many fighting men remain loyal to you?
Stannis Baratheon: Four thousand.
Tycho Nestoris: And how many ships do you have? The ones still afloat, Ser Davos, not at the bottom of Blackwater Bay.
Davos Seaworth: Thirty-two.
Tycho Nestoris: And, how much wheat and barley and beef and pork do you produce on Dragonstone to feed your... four thousand men, on your thirty-two ships?
Stannis Baratheon: None.
Tycho Nestoris: You can see why these numbers seem unlikely to add up to a happy ending, from our perspective. I'm afraid we must...respectfully decline your request. But we thank you for paying us the honor of your visit. (Stannis glares at Davos; they stand up.  Stannis moves away, but Davos steps towards the table)
Davos Seaworth: My lord-
Tycho Nestoris: I'm not a lord, Ser Davos Seaworth. You would not be either here. In Braavos, thieves are not rewarded with titles.
Davos Seaworth: Well, strictly speaking, I didn't do the thieving. That would be the pirates. I just moved what they stole from one place to another. [shows his mutilated hand] This is the payment that was demanded by King Stannis for my crimes. I consider it an honest accounting. He's an honest man and he's your best chance to get back the money you've sunk into Westeros. Which is a lot, I imagine. Wars are expensive.
Tycho Nestoris: The war is over.
Davos Seaworth: As long as Stannis lives, the war is not over. Who's the real power in King's Landing?
Tycho Nestoris: Ser Davos.
Davos Seaworth: Humor me.
Tycho Nestoris: Tywin Lannister.
Davos Seaworth: How old is Tywin Lannister?
Tycho Nestoris: 67.
Davos Seaworth: 67. And when he dies, who's in command? A half-grown boy, the product of incest? Cersei Lannister, a queen whose people despise her? Jaime Lannister, a man best known for killing the king he was sworn to protect? When Tywin's gone, who do you back?
Tycho Nestoris: That is a problem for another time.
Davos Seaworth: Begging your pardon, I think it's a problem for now. There's only one reliable leader left in Westeros. Stannis. He's got the birthright. He's in his prime. He's a tried and tested battle commander. And he doesn't just talk about paying people back, he does it.

  --  The Laws of Gods and Men [4.06]
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Bolton guard: [about Theon/Reek] Last cage on the right!
Yara Greyjoy: Thank you. [she slits his throat with her hatchet] We're going home.
Theon Greyjoy: No! [backs away from her as she opens the door]
Yara Greyjoy: It's all right! It's me,Yara.
Theon Greyjoy: You can't trick me! Tell him! Tell him you couldn't trick me!
Yara Greyjoy: I'm not tricking you, Theon! I'm saving you.
Theon Greyjoy: Not Theon! Reek! Reek! My name's Reek!
Bolton guards: They're here!
Greyjoy bannerman: If they catch us in here, we're trapped!
Yara Greyjoy:  Help me with him!
Theon Greyjoy: [crying hysterically] No, you can't! You can't!
Yara Greyjoy: You're Theon Greyjoy!
Theon Greyjoy:  No! I've never been him! Please- I'm Reek, good Reek, I've always been Reek!
Ramsay Snow: [entering the kennels] This is turning into a lovely evening.
[The Bolton and Greyjoy forces attack each other]
Yara Greyjoy: Aaargh! Theon!  Give me my brother back, and no more of your men will die.
Ramsay Snow: You've got bigger balls than he ever did. But, with those... big balls of yours... [grins as he unlocks the hounds' cages] How fast can you run?

  --  The Laws of Gods and Men [4.06]
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Oberyn Martell: These meetings aren't always going to be this early, are they? I was up late last night. So, does this mean I am a master of something now? Coins, ships?
Mace Tyrell: Lord Tywin and I already determined that I shall be the Master of Ships long before you...
[Tywin enters and everybody but Oberyn stands up]
Mace Tyrell: Lord Tywin, it's a great honor to have been granted a seat on this council. I...
Tywin Lannister: The trial begins this afternoon. We only have the morning for affairs of state. Shall we begin?
Varys: Sandor Clegane has been spotted in the Riverlands, my lord.
Cersei Lannister: A coward and a traitor.
Varys: My birds tell me the Hound slaughtered five of our soldiers. I believe the phrase "Fuck the King" was uttered.
Grand Maester Pycelle: Disgraceful.
Tywin Lannister: What would it take to make the common soldier stupid enough to try his luck with the Hound?
Varys: 10 Silver stags seems a generous bounty.
Tywin Lannister: Make it 100. What else?
Varys: More whispers from the east, my lord.
Tywin Lannister: The Targaryen girl?
Varys: Daenerys has taken up residence in Meereen. She has conquered the city and rules as its queen.
Cersei Lannister: Conquered with what?
Varys: She commands an army of Unsullied, my queen. Some 8,000 strong. She has a company of sellswords, the Second Sons. She has two knights advising her. Jorah Mormont and Barristan Selmy. And she has three dragons.
Cersei Lannister: Baby dragons.
Varys: Larger every year, Your Grace.
Grand Maester Pycelle: Mormont is spying on her for us.
Varys: No longer. He appears to be fully devoted to her. As for Ser Barristan, it would seem he took his dismissal from the Kingsguard a bit harder than anticipated.
Cersei Lannister: He's an old man. He wasn't fit to protect my son.
Tywin Lannister: Joffrey didn't die on his watch. Dismissing him was as insulting as it was stupid.
Cersei Lannister: Don't tell me you're worried about a child, halfway across the world.
Varys: A child with two seasoned warriors counseling her... and a powerful army at her back, Your Grace.
Oberyn Martell: Lord Varys is right. I have been to Essos and seen the Unsullied firsthand. They are very impressive on the battlefield. Less so in the bedroom.
Tywin Lannister: Dragons haven't won a war in 300 years. Armies win them all the time. She must be dealt with.
Pycelle: How, my lord? By force?
Tywin Lannister: Eventually, if it comes to that. Can your little birds find their way into Mereen?
Varys: Most certainly, my Lord Hand.

  --  The Laws of Gods and Men [4.06]
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Jaime Lannister: You'd condemn your own son to death?
Tywin Lannister: I've condemned no one. The trial is not over.
Jaime Lannister: This isn't a trial, it's a farce! Cersei has manipulated everything and you know it!
Tywin Lannister: I know nothing of the sort.
Jaime Lannister: You've always hated Tyrion!
Tywin Lannister: He killed his king-
Jaime Lannister: As did I! Do you know the last order the Mad King gave me? To bring him your head! [Tywin looks surprised] I saved your life so you could murder my brother?
Tywin Lannister: It won't be murder, it will be justice.
Jaime Lannister: Justice?!
Tywin Lannister: I'm performing my sworn duty as Hand of the King. If Tyrion is found guilty, he will be punished accordingly.
Jaime Lannister: He'll be executed.
Tywin Lannister: No, he'll be punished accordingly!
Jaime Lannister: Once, you said family is what lives on. All that lives on. You told me about a dynasty that would last 1000 years. What happens to your dynasty when Tyrion dies? I'm a Kingsguard, forbidden by oath to carry on the family line.
Tywin Lannister: I'm well aware of your oath.
Jaime Lannister: What happens to your name? Who carries the lion banner into future battles? Your nephews? Lancel Lannister? Others whose names I don't even remember?
Tywin Lannister: What happens to my dynasty if I spare the life of my grandson's killer?
Jaime Lannister: It survives...through me. [Tywin looks shocked] I'll leave the Kingsguard, I'll take my place as your son and heir if you let Tyrion live.
Tywin Lannister: Done. [Jaime is stunned] When the testimony is concluded and the guilty verdict rendered, Tyrion will be given the chance to speak. He'll plead for mercy, I'll allow him to join the Night's Watch. In three days times, he'll depart for Castle Black and live out his days at the Wall. You'll remove your white cloak immediately. You will leave King's Landing to assume your rightful place at Casterly Rock. You will marry a suitable woman, and father children named "Lannister". And you'll never turn your back on your family again.
Jaime Lannister: You have my word.
Tywin Lannister: And you have mine.

  --  The Laws of Gods and Men [4.06]
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Tyrion Lannister: [after Shae testifies against him] Father... I wish to confess. I wish to confess.
Tywin Lannister: You wish to confess?
Tyrion Lannister: [to the audience of the trial] I saved you. I saved this city and all your worthless lives! I should have let Stannis kill you all!
Tywin Lannister: Tyrion! Do you wish to confess?
Tyrion Lannister: Yes... Father. I'm guilty. Guilty! Is that what you want to hear?
Tywin Lannister: You admit you've poisoned the King?
Tyrion Lannister: No. Of that, I'm innocent. I'm guilty of a far more monstrous crime. I'm guilty of being a dwarf!
Tywin Lannister: [exasperated] You are not on trial for being a dwarf.
Tyrion Lannister: Oh, yes I am! I've been on trial for that my entire life!
Tywin Lannister: Have you nothing to say on your defense?
Tyrion Lannister: Nothing but this: I did not do it. I did not kill Joffrey, but I WISH THAT I HAD! [addressing Cersei] Watching your vicious bastard die gave me more relief than a thousand lying whores! [Tyrion glares at Cersei and Shae, then turns to the crowd] I wish I was the monster you think I am. I wish I had enough poison for the whole pack of you. I would gladly give my life to WATCH YOU ALL SWALLOW IT!
[The entire crowd roars with outrage]
Tywin Lannister: Ser Meryn! Ser Meryn, escort the prisoner back to his cell!
Tyrion Lannister: I will NOT give my life for Joffrey's murder, and I know I'll get no justice here, so I will let the gods decide my fate. I demand a trial by combat.

  --  The Laws of Gods and Men [4.06]
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Rorge: There's a price on your head.
Sandor Clegane: Yes, that's what the King does when you tell him to fuck off.
Rorge: The King's dead. He drank poisoned wine at his own wedding. The bounty on you is for killing Lannister soldiers, a hundred silver stags.
Sandor Clegane: And you thought you were going to collect it? Didn't think very hard, did you?
Arya Stark: You were Yoren's prisoners, when he was taking me to the Wall. He told me he'd fuck me bloody with a stick.
Sandor Clegane: [to Rorge] This day's really not working out the way you planned. [to Arya] He on your little list?
Arya Stark: He can't be. I don't know his name.
Sandor Clegane: What's your name?
Rorge: Rorge.
Arya Stark: Thank you. [draws Needle and stabs Rorge through the heart]
Sandor Clegane: You're learning.

  --  Mockingbird [4.07]
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[Bronn enters Tyrion's cell, dressed in noble finery]
Bronn: My lord. [makes a mocking bow]
Tyrion Lannister: You have new clothes.
Bronn: You like them, eh? Gloves are doeskin, softer than a virgin's thighs.
Tyrion Lannister: I sent for you days ago.
Bronn: I've been a bit busy.
Tyrion Lannister: Doing what?!
Bronn: My lonesome bachelor days are over. I'm to wed Lollys Stokeworth.
Tyrion Lannister: Lollys Stokeworth? She doesn't strike me as your sort of girl.
Bronn: I wouldn't say I had a single sort of girl.
Tyrion Lannister: She's dim-witted!
Bronn: If I wanted wits, I'd marry you.
Tyrion Lannister: When my sister arranged this love match, did she mention that Lollys has an older sister?
Bronn: Falyse. Aye, I did know about the older sister.
Tyrion Lannister: And you do understand the rules of inheritance?
Bronn: Falyse is forty and barren.
Tyrion Lannister: She still gets Castle Stokeworth when her father dies.
Bronn: [nods] She does...unless she happens to perish before her father, then Lollys gets the castle. What? Ladies fall from their horse and snap their pretty necks all the time.
Tyrion Lannister: You and my sister deserve each other. Why did you bother to come here?
Bronn: You once said if anyone ever asked me to sell you out, you'd double their price.
Tyrion Lannister: Is it two wives you want or two castles?!
Bronn: One of each would do... but if you want me to kill the Mountain for you, it'd better be a damn big castle.
Tyrion Lannister: I'm a bit short on castles at the moment, but I can offer you gold and gratitude.
Bronn: I have gold. What can I buy with gratitude?
Tyrion Lannister: You might be surprised. A Lannister always pays his debts.
Bronn: Your sister's a Lannister too.
Tyrion Lannister: My wife is heir to Winterfell. If I emerge from this with my head still on my shoulders, I may one day rule the North in her name. I could carve you out a big piece of it.
Bronn: If and may and could. It's bloody cold up north. Lollys is soft and warm and close. If I gave you the choice between fucking Lollys and fighting the Mountain, you'd have your britches down and your cock up before I could blink!
Tyrion Lannister: Does he frighten you so much?!
Bronn: I'd be a bloody fool if he didn't frighten me. He's freakish big and freakish strong, and quicker than you'd expect for a man of that size. Maybe I could take him, dance around until he's so tired from hacking at me he dropped his sword, get him off his feet somehow...but one misstep and I'm dead. Why should I risk it?
Tyrion Lannister: Because you're my friend.
Bronn: Aye, I'm your friend...and when have you ever risked your life for me? I like you, pampered little shit that you are. I just...like myself more.
Tyrion Lannister: I understand.
Bronn: I'm sorry it has to be this way.
Tyrion Lannister: Why are you sorry? Because you're an evil bastard with no conscience and no heart? That's what I liked about you in the first place. [they shake hands for the last time]
Bronn: We had some good days together.
Tyrion Lannister: Yes, we did.
Bronn: What will you do?
Tyrion Lannister: I suppose I'll have to kill the Mountain myself. Won't that make for a great song?
Bronn: I hope to hear them sing it one day.

  --  Mockingbird [4.07]
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Jorah Mormont: Daario Naharis killed his captains and dumped their heads at your feet when he grew tired of their commands. How could you ever have faith in a man like that?
Daenerys Targaryen: I could never have faith in a man like Daario. That's why I've sent him and the Second Sons to retake Yunkai.
Jorah Mormont: You have?
Daenerys Targaryen: I have.
Jorah Mormont: Without you there to rule, Khaleesi, I fear the masters will simply bide their time, wait for the invaders to leave and reassert control.
Daenerys Targaryen: That is why I've ordered Daario to execute every master in Yunkai. The masters tear babies from their mothers' arms. They mutilate little boys by the thousands. They train little girls in the art of pleasuring old men.
Jorah Mormont: They treat men like beasts, as you said yourself. Herding the masters into pens and slaughtering them by the thousands is also treating men like beasts. The slaves you freed, brutality is all they've ever known. If you want them to know something else, you'll have to show it to them.
Daenerys Targaryen: And repay the slavers with what? Kindness? A fine? A stern warning?
Jorah Mormont: It's tempting to see your enemies as evil, all of them, but there's good and evil on both sides in every war ever fought.
Daenerys Targaryen: Let the priests argue over good and evil. Slavery is real. I can end it. I will end it. And I will end those behind it.
Jorah Mormont: I sold men into slavery, Khaleesi.
Daenerys Targaryen: And now you are helping me show them to freedom.
Jorah Mormont: I wouldn't be here to help you if Ned Stark had done to me what you want to do to the masters of Yunkai.
Daenerys Targaryen: The man who came to me the other day about burying his father.
Jorah Mormont: Hizdahr zo Loraq?
Daenerys Targaryen: He will accompany the Second Sons and serve as my ambassador to Yunkai. He will tell the masters what has happened in Meereen. He will explain the choice they have before them. They can live in my new world or they can die in their old one. Well, go and catch Daario before he leaves. Tell him I changed my mind.
Jorah Mormont: Yes, Khaleesi.
Daenerys Targaryen: No. Tell him you changed my mind.

  --  Mockingbird [4.07]
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Tyrion Lannister: I imagined you'd be back at the brothel at this hour.
Oberyn Martell: I did spend some time with an absolutely stunning blonde the other day.
Tyrion Lannister: Mm, do tell. I've got every kind of filth down here except the kind I like.
Oberyn Martell: Your sister, actually.
Tyrion Lannister: Oh.
Oberyn Martell: Cersei approached me. We spoke a great deal about her daughter. How worried your sister is about her. She was trying very hard to pretend she had not come to sway me against you. I think she may have even believed it herself.
Tyrion Lannister: Making honest feelings do dishonest work is one of her many gifts.
Oberyn Martell: It was difficult for her to hide her true intentions. It is rare to meet a Lannister who shares my enthusiasm for dead Lannisters. She desperately wants to see you killed.
Tyrion Lannister: She didn't need to bother you. It looks as though I've taken care of that myself. The joy she will feel when my head leaves my neck... she's wanted this for a long time.
Oberyn Martell: Yes, I know.  We met, you and I. Many years ago.
Tyrion Lannister: I think I would have remembered that.
Oberyn Martell: Unlikely. You had just been born. Our father brought me and my sister Elia with him, on a visit to Casterly Rock; my first time away from Dorne. I didn't like anything about the Rock. Not the food, not the weather, not your accents. Nothing. But the biggest disappointment... you.
Tyrion Lannister: You and my family have more in common than you might admit.
Oberyn Martell: The whole way from Dorne, all anyone talked about was the monster that had been born to Tywin Lannister. A head twice the size of his body, a tail between his legs, claws, one red eye, the privates of both a girl and a boy.
Tyrion Lannister: That would have made things so much easier.
Oberyn Martell: When we met your sister, she promised she would show you to us. Every day, we would ask; every day, she would say, "Soon." Then, she and your brother took us to your nursery and... she unveiled the freak. Your head was a bit large, your arms and legs were a bit small, but no claw. No red eye. No tail between your legs, just a tiny pink cock. We didn't try to hide our disappointment. "That's not a monster," I told Cersei. "That's just a baby." And she said, "He killed my mother." And she pinched your little cock so hard, I thought she might pull it off. Until your brother made her stop. "It doesn't matter," she told us. "Everyone says he will die soon. I hope they are right. He should not have lived this long."
Tyrion Lannister: Well... sooner or later, Cersei always gets what she wants.
Oberyn Martell: And what about what I want? Justice... for my sister, and for her children.
Tyrion Lannister: If you want justice, you've come to the wrong place.
Oberyn Martell: I disagree. I've come to the perfect place. I want to bring those who have wronged me to justice. And, all those who have wronged me are right here. I will begin with Ser Gregor Clegane, who killed my sister's children and then raped her with their blood still on his hands before killing her, too. I will be your champion.

  --  Mockingbird [4.07]
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Sansa Stark: You wanted to see me, Aunt Lysa?
Lysa Arryn: Come here, Sansa. Do you know how far the fall is?
Sansa Stark: No.
Lysa Arryn: Neither do I, precisely. Hundreds of feet. It's fascinating what happens to bodies when they hit the rocks from such a height. The impact breaks them right apart. Like eggs dropped on the floor. Sometimes pieces remain intact. You'll find the head sitting on its own. Every hair in place. Blue eyes staring at nothing. [pause] I know what you did.
Sansa Stark: I'm so sorry, Aunt Lysa. I never should have hit Robin, I know it. I promise it won't happen...
Lysa Arryn: Don't be coy with me, you little whore. You kissed him. You kissed Petyr.
Sansa Stark: I didn't. You don't understand.
Lysa Arryn: I saw you. You can't lie to me because I saw it with my own eyes.
Sansa Stark: He kissed me. I pulled away.
Lysa Arryn: Liar! [grabs Sansa by her hair and hold her over the Moon Door] Whore! He is mine! My father, my husband, my sister, they all stood between us and now they're all dead. That's what happens to people who stand between Petyr and me. Look down! Look down! Look down! Look down!
Petyr Baelish: [entering] Lysa! Let her go.
Lysa Arryn: You want her? This empty-headed child?
Petyr Baelish: Let her go.
Lysa Arryn: She's just like her mother. She'll never love you. I lied for you. I killed for you. Why did you bring her here? Why?
Petyr Baelish: I'll send her away. I swear on my life. I swear to all the gods. Let her go, Lysa.
[Lysa releases Sansa. Baelish walks over to her and helps a crying Lysa to her feet]
Petyr Baelish: Oh, my sweet wife. My sweet, silly wife. I have only loved one woman... only one, my entire life. [Lysa smiles] Your sister.
[Baelish shoves her out of the Moon Door; she plummets to her death, screaming]

  --  Mockingbird [4.07]
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Samwell Tarly: (tearfully, on having sent Gilly to Mole's Town) I should never have left her there.
Jon Snow': You couldn't have known-
Samwell Tarly: Of course I could've known. (Grenn paces angrily nearby) They were raiding the villages closeby-
Grenn: And we just cower in here while they slaughter our Brothers-
Dolorous Edd: The Brothers had orders to stay at Castle Black.
Grenn: Oh, so it's all right, then?! Black Jack and Keggs and Mully- chopped to pieces, 'cause they broke the rules?!
Dolorous Edd: I didn't say it was all right. I'm sayin', they shouldn't have been there-
Grenn: We're pledged to guard the Realms of Men!
Samwell Tarly: (quietly) She's dead, because of me-
Grenn: We can't even guard Mole's Town!
Jon Snow: We can't go after them- you know that. It's what they want. (Grenn leans against the table, defeated)
Samwell Tarly: Poor little Sam- it's as if I cut their throats myself.
Pyp: Maybe she managed to hide herself. (glances around at Jon, Edd, Sam and Grenn) I thought all of you was dead- you went up North with Mormont and no one came back. Not for ages. But then you did. (Sam looks up at him, a little more hopeful)
Dolorous Edd: She survived Craster- and he was the worst shit I've ever met. She survived a long march to the Wall- she survived a White Walker, for fuck's sake! (Grenn and Pyp both smile) She might've got out.
Samwell Tarly: (looks around at them)..She might have.
Jon Snow: (pause) If they hit Mole's Town...then we're next. (pause) Mance and his army must be close.
Pyp: A hundred thousand of them.
Grenn: And there's, what- a hundred and five of us left?
Dolorous Edd: You countin' Blackjack, Keggs and Mully? (Grenn looks down) A hundred and two.
Pyp: (looks to Jon) How do a hundred and two men stop a hundred thousand? (Jon has no answer)
Dolorous Edd: (fills his ale-cup) Whoever dies last- be a good lad and burn the rest of us. Once I'm done with this world...I don't wanna come back. (they drink)

  --  The Mountain and the Viper [4.08]
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Anya Waynwood: [to Sansa] You have nothing to fear from us or him. Lord Baelish here is your uncle? Your name is Alayne? [Sansa remains silent] Perhaps you would feel more comfortable if Lord Baelish left the room.
Petyr Baelish:  My lady.
Anya Waynwood: I wasn't asking you.
Sansa Stark: He can stay.
Yohn Royce: Speak up, girl, you're not a damn kitchen mouse. Tell us what you saw.
Sansa Stark: I'm sorry, Lord Baelish. I have to tell the truth. I'll tell you everything.
Anya Waynwood: Please, Alayne, leave nothing out.
Sansa Stark: My name is not Alayne. It's Sansa Stark, eldest daughter of Lord Eddard Stark. Lord Royce, we met when you came to Winterfell. You were escorting your son Ser Waymar to the Wall.
Yohn Royce: Sansa Stark? [to Baelish] You tell lies right to my face, you little worm?
Sansa Stark: Lord Baelish has told many lies. All to protect me. Since my father was executed, I have been a hostage in King's Landing. A plaything for Joffrey to torture or Queen Cersei to torment. They beat me, they humiliated me, they married me to the Imp. I had no friends in King's Landing... except one. He saved me. Smuggled me away when he had the chance. He knew I'd be safe here in the Eyrie with my own blood, my Aunt Lysa. The Lannisters have friends everywhere. Even the Vale. He made me swear not to tell anyone my true name.
Vance Corbray: Your secret is safe with us, my lady.
Yohn Royce: Your father grew up right here in these halls. We hunted together many times. He was a fine man.
Anya Waynwood: Tell us what happened to your aunt, Sansa.
Sansa Stark: You knew her well, my lords, my lady. You knew she was a troubled woman. She always loved Lord Baelish. She told me herself. From the moment he arrived at the gates of Riverrun, a boy of eight carrying everything he owned in a little sack. She confessed to me she never loved Lord Arryn. She did as her father commanded, as so many of us have. When the gods finally allowed her to be with Lord Baelish, she was so happy. For a time. My aunt was a jealous lady. She was terrified that Lord Baelish didn't love her anymore. That he would abandon her for a younger woman. And then... one day she saw him kiss me.
Yohn Royce: Lady Sansa.
Sansa Stark: It was a peck on the cheek, Lord Royce, nothing more. Lord Baelish is my uncle now, in truth, by marriage. He's always been so kind to me. I was so happy to be here, to be free. All because of him. But my aunt turned on me. She cursed me. Called me a whore. Promised to throw me through the Moon Door. When Lord Baelish tried to calm her, she struck him. She said she didn't want to live anymore. She stood on the edge of that Moon Door. He tried to reason with her. Promised her she was the only one he had ever loved, but she stepped through those doors and she was... [starts crying]
Anya Waynwood: Shh. Shh, it's not your fault, sweet girl. It's not your fault.

  --  The Mountain and the Viper [4.08]
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[Barristan Selmy approaches Jorah Mormont after receiving a letter sent from The Hand of the King]
Jorah Mormont: Ser Barristan.
Barristan Selmy: Ser Jorah.
Jorah Mormont: Have I forgotten a council meeting?
Barristan Selmy: No. [Hands him the letter]
Jorah Mormont: What's this?
Barristan Selmy: A royal pardon signed by Robert Baratheon. [As Jorah reads it] You spied on her.
Jorah Mormont: Who gave you this?
Barristan Selmy: Does it matter? [Takes the pardon]
Jorah Mormont: Have you told her?
Barristan Selmy: I wanted to tell you first, man to man, rather than go behind your back.
Jorah Mormont: Let me speak with her in private.
Barristan Selmy: You'll never be alone with her again. [Leaves]

  --  The Mountain and the Viper [4.08]
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Daenerys Targaryen: Why did the Usurper pardon you?
Jorah Mormont: If we could speak alone...
Daenerys Targaryen: No. Speak to me here. Explain it to me.
Jorah Mormont: Who do you think sent this to Meereen? Who profits? This is the work of Tywin Lannister. He wants to divide us. If we're fighting each other, we're not fighting him.
Daenerys Targaryen: The pardon was signed the year we met. Why were you pardoned? Unless you're saying this document was forged?
Jorah Mormont: It is not forged.
Daenerys Targaryen: Why then?
Jorah Mormont: I sent letters to Varys. The spymaster of King's Landing.
Daenerys Targaryen: What was the content of these letters?
Jorah Mormont: Information.
Daenerys Targaryen: What information?
Jorah Mormont: When you and Viserys arrived in Pentos. His plan to marry you to Khal Drogo. When you were married. When your brother died...
Daenerys Targaryen: You told them I was carrying Drogo's child?
Jorah Mormont: I...
Daenerys Targaryen: Yes or no.
Jorah Mormont: Khaleesi-
Daenerys Targaryen: Don't call me that. Did you tell them I was carrying Drogo's child?
Jorah Mormont: Yes.
Daenerys Targaryen: That wine merchant tried to poison me because of your information.
Jorah Mormont: I stopped you from drinking his wine.
Daenerys Targaryen: Because you knew it was poisoned.
Jorah Mormont: I suspected...
Daenerys Targaryen: You betrayed me... From the first!
Jorah Mormont: [kneeling] Forgive me. I never meant... Please, Khaleesi. Forgive me.
Daenerys Targaryen: You sold my secrets to the man who killed my father and stole my brother's throne.
Jorah Mormont: I have protected you, fought for you, killed for you!
Daenerys Targaryen: You want me to forgive you?
Jorah Mormont: I have loved you.
Daenerys Targaryen: Love? Love? How can you say that to me? Any other man and I would have you executed, but you...I don't want you in my city dead or alive. Go back to your masters in King's Landing, collect your pardon if you can.
Jorah Mormont: Daenerys, please...
Daenerys Targaryen: Don't ever presume to touch me again or speak my name. You have until dusk to collect your things and leave this city. If you are found in Meereen past break of day, I'll have your head thrown into Slaver's Bay. Go. Now.

  --  The Mountain and the Viper [4.08]
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Ramsay Snow: Moat Cailin is yours, Father.
Roose Bolton: Walk with me. Has there been any word from Locke?
Ramsay Snow: No.
Roose Bolton: Unimportant. A cripple, and a young boy. None of the Northern lords have seen them.  Dead, most likely. Most of the Ironborn have fled the North. Now more will follow, thanks to you. Tell me what you see.
Ramsay Snow: Moors, fields, hills...
Roose Bolton: Tell me what you see.
Ramsay Snow: Nothing.
Roose Bolton: Not nothing - the North. Ride seven hundred miles that way, you're still in the North.  Four hundred miles that way, three hundred miles that way. The North is larger than the other six kingdoms combined.  And I am the Warden of the North. The North is mine. Now, tell me. What is your name?
Ramsay Snow: Ramsay Snow.
Roose Bolton: No, not Ramsay Snow. [hands him a scroll] Open it. From this day until your last day, you are Ramsay Bolton, son of Roose Bolton, Warden of the North.
Ramsay Bolton: [stares at him, kneels] You honor me. I swear, I will uphold your tradition and your name. I will be worthy of you, Father. I promise.

  --  The Mountain and the Viper [4.08]
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Arya Stark: (referring to Joffrey's death, as they approach the Bloody Gate) I thought it'd make me happy, but it doesn't- not really.
Sandor "The Hound" Clegane: Nothing makes you happy.
Arya Stark: Lots of things make me happy-
Sandor Clegane: Like what?!
Arya Stark: Killing Poliver. Killing Rorge.
Sandor Clegane: (sarcastically) So you're sad because you didn't get to kill Joffrey yourself. is that it?
Arya Stark: At least I could've been there to watch. I wanted to see the look in his eyes, when he knew it was over.
Sandor Clegane: Aye... nothing in the world beats that look.
Arya Stark: You protected him for most of his life- you think you could've saved him?
Sandor Clegane: I wasn't the damn wine-taster. (drinks from his waterskin) Little shit deserved to die, but poison... poison's a woman's weapon. Men kill with steel.
Arya Stark: That's your stupid pride talking- that's why you'll never be a great killer. (they pass some peasants) I'd kill Joffrey with a chicken bone if I had to.
Sandor Clegane: (chuckles) I'd pay good money to see that. (rubs the bandaged bite wound on his neck and grunts in pain)
Arya Stark: (glances at him) You should've let me burn it.
Sandor Clegane: It's a flea bite.
Arya Stark: That flea bite's got you walking a lot slower than you used to. (they come in sight of the Bloody Gate, with the Eyrie visible in the mountains beyond)
Sandor Clegane: Well, we won't have to walk too much further.
Arya Stark: You really think my aunt will pay for me? (they walk between two Arryn men-at-arms)
Sandor Clegane: Aye, she'll pay for you.
Arya Stark: I've never even met her.
Sandor Clegane: Doesn't matter. You're her blood. Family, honor- all that horseshit. It's all you Lords and Ladies ever talk about.
Arya Stark: I'm not a Lady.
Arryn soldier: Who would pass the Bloody Gate? (several archers emerge on the cliffs flanking the road, aiming at Arya and Sandor)
Sandor Clegane: The bloody Hound! Sandor Clegane, and his... (glances at Arya) traveling companion, Arya Stark, niece of your Lady Lhysa Arryn.
Arryn soldier: (bows his head) Then I offer my condolences. Lady Arryn died three days ago. (Sandor looks stunned. After a moment, Arya breaks into hysterical laughter)

  --  The Mountain and the Viper [4.08]
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Tyrion Lannister: [swigs some wine] Wine always helps. Thank you for it. Trial by combat. Deciding a man's guilt or innocence in the eyes of the Gods, by having two other men hack each other to pieces. Tells you something about the Gods. How much longer?
Jaime Lannister: Soon.
Tyrion Lannister: Do you thing Oberyn has a chance? [Jaime shrugs] The Red Viper of Dorne! You don't get a name like that unless you're deadly, right?
Jaime Lannister: I've never seen him fight.
Tyrion Lannister: Oh, he's going to die! I'm going to die!
Jaime Lannister: Oberyn believes in himself.
Tyrion Lannister: Oh, that's putting it mildly. What's the punishment for regicide? Drawing and quartering? Hanging? Breaking at the wheel?
Jaime Lannister: [sighs] Beheading.
Tyrion Lannsiter: Seems rather ordinary. And he was my nephew as well. So what's that? Fratricide is brothers, filicide is sons. Nepoticide! That's the one. Matricide, Patricide, infanticide, suicide. There's no kind of killing that doesn't have its own word.
Jaime Lannister: [Guiltily] Cousins.
Tyrion Lannister: Cousins? You're right. There is no name for cousin-killing! Well done.  Do you remember cousin Orson? Orson Lannister?
Jaime Lannister: Of course. Wet-nurse dropped him on his head. Left him simple.
Tyrion Lannister: Simple? Used to sit all day in the garden. Crushing beetles with a rock.
[Both men mimicking Orson smashing beetles while grunting: "Khuun, khuun, khuun, khuun!"]
Tyrion Lannister: [Chuckles] Nothing made him happier.
Jaime Lannister: Nothing made you happier. You'd think being tormented from birth would have given you some affinity for the afflicted?
Tyrion Lannister: On the contrary. Laughing at another person's misery was the only thing that made me feel like everyone else.
Jaime Lannister: The joke wore thin, though.
Tyrion Lannister: For you. You drifted away.
Jaime Lannister: I had other interests.
Tyrion Lannister: Yes, other interests...But I stayed with Orson.
Jaime Lannister: Why?
Tyrion Lannister: I was curious. Why was he smashing all those beetles? What did he get out of it? First thing I did was ask him: "Orson, why are you smashing all those beetles?" He gave me an answer: "Thmasth the beetles! Thmasth 'em! Khuun, khuun, khuun!" I wasn't deterred. I was the smartest person I knew. Certainly I had the wherewithal to unravel the mysteries that lay at the heart of a moron. So, I went to Maester Volarik's library.
Jaime Lannister: Volarik. Tried to touch me once.
Tyrion Lannister: Turns out, far too much has been written about great men and not nearly enough about morons. Doesn't seem right. In any case, I found nothing that illuminated the nature of Orson's affliction, or the reason behind his relentless beetle slaughter. So, I went back to the source. I may not have been able to speak with Orson, but I could observe him, watch him the way men watch animals to come to a deeper understanding of their behavior.
[Tyrion picks up a lone beetle to study it]
Tyrion Lannister: And as I watched, I became more and more sure of it. There was something happening there. His face was like the page of a book written in a language I didn't understand. But he wasn't mindless. He had his reasons. And I became possessed with knowing what they were. I began to spend inordinate amounts of time watching him. I would eat my lunch in the garden, chewing my mutton to the music of "khuun, khuun, khuun..." And when I wasn't watching him, I was thinking about him. Father droned on about the family legacy and I thought about Orson's beetles. I read the histories of Targaryen conquests. Did I hear dragon wings? No. I heard: Khuun, khuun, khuun. And I still couldn't figure out why he was doing it. And I had to know, because it was horrible, that all these beetles should be dying for no reason.
Jaime Lannister: Every day around the world, men, women, and children are murdered by the score. Who gives a dusty fuck about a bunch of beetles--?
Tyrion Lannister: I know, I know. But still, it filled me with dread. Piles and piles of them, years and years of them. How many countless living crawling things smashed and dried out and returned to the dirt? In my dreams I found myself standing on a beach made of beetle husks stretching as far as the eye could see. I woke up crying, weeping for their shattered little bodies. I tried to stop Orson once.
Jaime Lannister: He was twice your size.
Tyrion Lannister: He just pushed me aside with a "khuun" and kept on smashing. Every day...until that mule kicked him in the chest and killed him.
[Tyrion sets down the unharmed beetle as it scuttles off]
Tyrion Lannister: So what do you think? Why did he do it? What was it all about?
Jaime Lannister: [Perplexed]...I don't know.

  --  The Mountain and the Viper [4.08]
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Petyr Baelish: The first time I saw you, you were just a child. A girl from the North, come to the capital for the first time. Not a child any longer. Why did you help me?
Sansa Stark: They would have thrown you through the Moon Door if they'd found you guilty.
Petyr Baelish: That's not an answer.
Sansa Stark: [nonchalant] If they'd've executed you, what would they have done with me?
Petyr Baelish: I don't know.
Sansa Stark: Neither do I.
Petyr Baelish: Better to gamble on the man you know than the strangers you don't.... you think you know me?
Sansa Stark: I know what you want.
Petyr Baelish: Do you?

  --  The Mountain and the Viper [4.08]
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Tyrion Lannister: Looks like very light armor.
Oberyn Martell: I like to move around.
Tyrion Lannister: You could at least wear a helmet. [Oberyn sips a cup of wine] You shouldn't drink before a fight.
Oberyn Martell: You learn this during your years in the fighting pits? [Ellaria smirks at Tyrion] I always drink before a fight.
Tyrion Lannister: It could get you killed. It could get me killed.
Oberyn Martell: Today is not the day I die.
Ellaria Sand: [seeing the Mountain enter the ring to many cheers, dressed in very heavy armor] You're going to fight that?
Oberyn Martell: I'm going to kill that.
Ellaria Sand: He's the biggest man I've ever seen.
Oberyn Martell: Size does not matter when you are flat on your back.
Tyrion Lannister: [sotto voice] Thank the gods.

  --  The Mountain and the Viper [4.08]
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Oberyn Martell: [after performing some warm-up acrobatics with his spear, drawing cheers from the crowd] Have they told you who I am?
Gregor Clegane: Some dead man. [He swings his greatsword, Oberyn easily dodges]
Oberyn Martell: I am the brother of Elia Martell. Do you know why I have come all the way to this stinking shit-pile of a city? [grins] For you. I am going to hear you confess before you die. You raped my sister. You murdered her. You killed her children. Say it now and we can make this quick. [Clegane lunges at him again, roaring; the Viper fends off his strike with his spearblade, then knocks off Clegane's helmet and moves around him in a circle] Say it. [He dodges the Mountain's  swings repeatedly as he speaks, still grinning] You raped her. You murdered her. You killed her children. [Oberyn continues to circle and dodge around Clegane's furious attacks] You raped her! You murdered her! You killed her children! [Oberyn makes a series of attacks. Clegane's charges are becoming slower and clumsier, Oberyn's voice is rising with rage] You raped her! You murdered her! [Oberyn slashes the Mountain's right hamstring with the spearblade, brings him to his knees] You killed her children! [he leaps and stabs Ser Gregor through the chestplate, knocking him onto his back.] Wait. Are you dying? No, no, no, you can't die yet. You haven't confessed. [wrenches his spear free, stalks around his prone opponent] Say it. Say her name. Elia Martell. You raped her. You killed her children. Elia Martell. [pointing at Tywin] Who gave you the order? WHO GAVE YOU THE ORDER?! SAY HER NAME! YOU RAPED HER! YOU MURDERED HER! YOU KILLED HER CHILDREN! Say it. Say her name. SAY IT!
Gregor Clegane: [suddenly trips Oberyn to the ground, knocks his teeth out with one blow, rolls over and pins him, and begins gouging out his eyes] Elia Martell. I killed her children. Then I raped her. Then I smashed her head in LIKE THIS! [crushes Oberyn's skull, then rolls over, severely wounded]
Tywin Lannister: The gods have made their will known. Tyrion Lannister, in the name of King Tommen of the House Baratheon, First of His Name, you are hereby sentenced to death.

  --  The Mountain and the Viper [4.08]
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Samwell Tarly: [about Ygritte] What was she like?
Jon Snow: She...she had red hair.
Samwell Tarly: [sarcastically] Oh? How big were her feet?
Jon Snow: What do you want me to say?
Samwell Tarly: I want you to tell me what it was like to have someone, to be with someone, to love someone and have them love you back. We're all gonna die a lot sooner than I planned. You're the closest I'll ever get to knowing.
Jon Snow: So you and Gilly never...?
Samwell Tarly: No. She just had a baby. And she never offered.
Jon Snow: But if she had, you would have? You would have broken your vows?
Samwell Tarly: The interesting thing is our vows never specifically forbid intimate relations with women.
Jon Snow: What?
Samwell Tarly: "I shall take no wife." Yes, that's in there, there's no denying that. "I shall father no children." It's very specific. But what our vows have to say about other activities is open to interpretation.
Jon Snow: I don't think Ser Alliser cares much for interpretation.
Samwell Tarly: Anyway, there's nothing for him to interpret. We didn't. So what's it like?
Jon Snow: It's...there's this person, this whole other person, and you're wrapped in them, they're wrapped up in you, and...you...for a little...for a little while you're more than just you, you're...well, I don't know, I'm not a bleeding poet!
Samwell Tarly: No, you're really not.
Jon Snow: And what did I get for it? An arrow six inches from my heart.
Samwell Tarly: They'll be arrows for all of us soon, I imagine.
Jon Snow: There will.
Samwell Tarly: They've already done the worst thing to me they can ever do.
Jon Snow: Go get some sleep, Sam.  I'll take this watch.

  --  The Watchers on the Wall [4.09]
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Jon Snow: That's the last of the oil, Ser Alliser.
Alliser Thorne: A hundred thousand, you say?
Jon Snow: Yes, sir.
Alliser Thorne: You can say it if you like. We should have sealed the tunnel while we had the chance, like you suggested.
Jon Snow: It was a difficult decision either way, sir.
Alliser Thorne: Do you know what leadership means, Lord Snow? It means that the person in charge gets second guessed by every clever little twat with a mouth. But if he starts second guessing himself, that's the end. For him, for the clever little twats, for everyone. This is not the end. Not for us. Not if you lot do your duty for however long it takes to beat them back. And then you get to go on hating me, and I get to go on wishing your Wildling whore had finished the job.

  --  The Watchers on the Wall [4.09]
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[After a giant lifts up the outer gate with his bare hands]
Hill: How are we gonna stop that?!
2nd Watchman: He's got twenty arrows in him already!
Grenn: You heard Jon. We hold the Gate!
Hill: Jon Snow's not Lord Commander.
Grenn: We hold the Gate!
[The giant pushes his way under the outer gate and lets it fall closed behind him]
Hill: Mother save me. Father save me.
Grenn: The Gods aren't down here. It's just the six of us, do you hear me? [the giant roars and begins to move towards them]
Hill: No, please.
Grenn: "Night gathers, and so my Watch begins. It shall not end until my death! [roaring, the giant breaks into a run] I shall take no wife, hold no lands, father no children!"
Grenn and the other four Watchmen: "I shall wear no crowns, win no glory! I shall live and die by my post!"
All six Watchmen: "I am the Sword in the Darkness! I am the Watcher on the Walls! I am the Shield that guards the Realms of Men! I PLEDGE MY LIFE TO THE NIGHT'S WATCH, FOR THIS NIGHT, AND FOR ALL THE NIGHTS TO COME!"

  --  The Watchers on the Wall [4.09]
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[Ygritte has been mortally wounded by an arrow shot by Olly]
Ygritte: Jon Snow.
Jon Snow: Hush.  Don't talk.
Ygritte: You remember that cave? [Jon nods] We should have stayed in that cave.
Jon Snow: We'll go back there.
Ygritte: You know nothing, Jon Snow.
[Ygritte dies]

  --  The Watchers on the Wall [4.09]
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Samwell Tarly: We held them off.
Jon Snow: For one night.
Samwell Tarly: This is a great victory!
Jon Snow: Great victory? Mance was testing our defenses. He almost made it through. And, he has more giants, he has more mammoths; he has a thousand times as many men. They'll hit us again tonight. Maybe we can hold them off for a day or two, but we'll never beat them.
Samwell Tarly: Where are you going?
Jon Snow: I'm going to find Mance.
Samwell Tarly: To fi- you can't do that! No one gave you any orders!
Jon Snow: Who's left to give orders? The Wildling army is only an army because of Mance. He united a hundred warring tribes. Without Mance, they lose their leader, they lose their purpose, they go back to fighting each other, scatter back to their homes.
Samwell Tarly: Without Mance. You goin' to kill him?
Jon Snow: I'm gonna try.
Samwell Tarly: They'll never let you within a hundred yards of him! And even if they did, even if you managed to kill him...
Jon Snow: They'll kill me. But if I don't go, they'll kill me anyway. They'll kill the rest of us, too.
Samwell Tarly:  They won't just kill you. They'll boil you, they'll... flay you, they'll make it last days!
Jon Snow: You're right. It's a bad plan. What's your plan? [they find the last giant dead, surrounded by the bodies of Grenn and the other five Watchmen] They held the Gate. Get some brothers down here to help you. We need to burn the bodies. Raise the outer gate, then lower it again as soon as I'm out.
Samwell Tarly: [notices Jon unbuckling Longclaw from his belt] What're you doing?
Jon Snow: I promised Mormont I'd never lose it again. [hands the sword to Sam] In case I don't come back.
Samwell Tarly: Jon? Come back. [Jon gives him a sad smile and walks out beyond the Wall]

  --  The Watchers on the Wall [4.09]
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Stannis Baratheon: [stopping in front of Mance and Jon, to Mance] You're the "King Beyond the Wall"? [Mance nods] Do you know who I am?
Mance Rayder: Never had the pleasure.
Davos Seaworth: This is Stannis Baratheon, the one true King of the Seven Kingdoms.
Mance Rayder: We're not in the Seven Kingdoms, and you're not dressed for this weather.
Stannis Baratheon: [pause] It is customary to kneel when surrendering to a King. [long pause, then Mance smiles and shakes his head]
Mance Rayder: We do not kneel.
Stannis Baratheon: I'll have thousands of your men in chains by nightfall. I have nothing to feed them and nowhere to put them. I'm not here to slaughter beaten dogs. their fate depends on their King.
Mance Rayder:  All the same, we do not kneel.
Stannis Baratheon: Take these men away.
Davos Seaworth: [to Jon] What's a man of the Night's Watch doing in a Wildling camp?
Jon Snow: I was sent to discuss terms with the King Beyond the Wall.
Davos Seaworth: You're speaking to the one true King, boy. You will address him as "Your Grace".
Jon Snow: I know he's the King. My father died for him. My name is Jon Snow, Your Grace.  I'm Ned Stark's son.
Stannis Baratheon: Your father was an honorable man.
Jon Snow: He was, Your Grace.
Stannis Baratheon: What do you think he'd have done with him?
Jon Snow: I was this man's prisoner, once. He could've tortured me, he could've killed me... but instead he spared my life. I think my father would've taken him prisoner and listened to what he had to say.
Stannis Baratheon: Very well, then. [turns to Davos] Take him prisoner.
Jon Snow: Your Grace? [Stannis turns back to him] If my father had seen the things that I've seen, he'd also tell you to burn the dead before nightfall - all of them.

  --  The Children [4.10]
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Tywin Lannister:  We've been over this. The matter's closed.
Cersei Lannister: I'm opening it again.
Tywin Lannister: You were betrothed to Loras Tyrell. You are still betrothed to Loras Tyrell and you will marry Loras Tyrell, as soon as Tommen marries Margaery.
Cersei Lannister: I will not.
Tywin Lannister: Jaime cannot marry, or inherit lands. Tyrion's sentence will be carried out tomorrow. You have, on several occasions, made great claims about your commitment to this family's future. Your role in that future is now more vital than it ever was-
Cersei Lannister: I don't care. I will stay in King's Landing where I belong, with my son the King.
Tywin Lannister: When you were nine years old, I was called away to the Capitol; I decided to take your brother with me, and not you. You insisted that you would not be left at Casterly Rock under any circumstances, and if you recall...
Cersei Lannister: I'm not interested in hearing another of your smug stories about the time you won. This isn't going to be one of those times.
Tywin Lannister: Do you think you'll be the first person dragged into a sept to be married against her will?
Cersei Lannister: When you marched into the Throne Room to tell me we'd won the Battle of Blackwater... Do you remember? I was sitting on the Iron Throne with Tommen. I was about to give him essence of nightshade, that's how far I was willing to go when I thought someone awful had come to take my son away. Someone awful is coming to take him away.
Tywin Lannister: No.
Cersei Lannister: Joffrey is dead, Myrcella has been sold like livestock, and now you want to ship me off to Highgarden and steal my boy, my last boy! Margery will dig her claws in, you will dig your claws in, and you will fight over him like beasts until you rip him apart. I will burn our house to the ground before I let that happen!
Tywin Lannister: And how will you do that?
Cersei Lannister: I'll tell everyone the truth.
Tywin Lannister: What truth would that be?
Cersei Lannister: You don't know, do you? You never believed it. How is that possible? What am I saying? Of course it's possible. How can someone so consumed by the idea of his family have any conception what his actual family was doing? We were right there, in front of you, and you didn't see us. One look in the past twenty years- one real look, and you would have known.
Tywin Lannister: Known what?
Cersei Lannister: [grins maliciously] Everything they say is true - about Jaime and me.
Tywin Lannister: No, no, no, no...
Cersei Lannister: [giggles] Your legacy is a lie.
Tywin Lannister: No, I don't believe you.
Cersei Lannister: Yes, you do.

  --  The Children [4.10]
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[Bran, Hodor and Meera are led into the Heart Tree, escaping the dead, meeting what appears to be an old man]
Bran Stark: You're the three-eyed raven.
Three-Eyed Raven: I have been many things. Now, I am what you see.
Meera Reed: My brother...he led us to you, and now he --
Three-Eyed Raven: He knew what would happen. From the moment he left, he knew... and he went anyway.
Meera Reed: How do you know?
Three-Eyed Raven: I have been watching you. All of you. All of your lives. With a thousand eyes, and one. Now you come to me at last, Brandon Stark... though the hour is late.
Bran Stark: I didn't want anyone to die for me.
Three-Eyed Raven: He died so you could find what you have lost.
Bran Stark: You're going to help me walk again?
Three-Eyed Raven: You will never walk again. But you will fly.

  --  The Children [4.10]
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[Arya sees Brienne and Podrick approach]
Arya: [to Sandor, who is off-screen] People coming. You can shit later, there's people coming.
Brienne: Morning.
Arya: Morning.
Brienne: I like your sword. Are we getting close to the Bloody Gate?
Arya: About ten more miles.
Brienne: You hear that, Podrick? Only ten more miles to the Bloody Gate.
Arya: Are you a knight?
Brienne: No.
Arya: But you know how to use that sword.
Brienne: I do.
Arya: Does it have a name?
Brienne: Oathkeeper.
Arya: Mine's Needle.
Brienne: Good name.
Arya: Who taught you how to fight?
Brienne: My father.
Arya: Mine never wanted to. Said fighting was for boys.
Brienne: Mine said the same. But I kept fighting the boys anyway, kept losing. Finally my father said, "If you're going to do it, you might as well do it right."
[Sandor emerges]
Brienne: Seven blessings. I'm Brienne of Tarth, this is Podrick Payne.
Sandor: You want something?
Podrick: That's Sandor Clegane. The Hound.
Brienne: [realizing] You're Arya Stark.
Sandor: I asked if you wanted something.
Brienne: I swore to your mother I would bring you home to her.
Arya: My mother's dead.
Brienne: I know. I wish I chould have been there to protect her.
Arya: You're not a Northerner.
Brienne: No, but I swore a sacred vow to protect her.
Arya: Why didn't you?
Brienne: She commanded me to bring Jaime Lannister back to King's Landing.
Sandor: You're paid by the Lannisters? You're here for the bounty on me?
Brienne: I'm not paid by the Lannisters.
Sandor: No? Fancy sword you got there. Where'd you get it? I've been looking at Lannister gold all my life. Go on, Brienne of fucking Tarth, tell me that's not Lannister gold.
Brienne: Jaime Lannister gave me this sword.
Arya: [now distrustful] The Bloody Gate is ten miles.
Brienne: I swore to your mother by the Old gods and the New-
Arya: I don't care what you swore.
Brienne: Arya!
Sandor: You heard the girl. She's not coming with you.
Brienne: She is.
[Sandor and Brienne draw swords]
Sandor: You're not a good listener. [eyes Oathkeeper] Valyrian steel. I always wanted some Valyrian steel.
Brienne: Come with me, Arya. I'll take you to safety.
Sandor: Safety?! Where the fuck's that? Her aunt in the Eyrie is dead, her mother's dead, her father's dead, her brother's dead, Winterfell is a pile of rubble. There is no safety, you dumb bitch. You don't know that by now, you're the wrong one to watch over her.
Brienne: That's what you're doing? Watching over her?
Sandor: Aye. That's what I'm doing.

  --  The Children [4.10]
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[Arya finds the mortally-wounded Hound at the bottom of a ravine, after being defeated by Brienne]
Sandor Clegane: Are you still here? [coughs up blood] Big bitch saved you.
Arya Stark: I don't need saving.
Sandor Clegane: No, not you. You're a real killer, with your water-dancing and your Needle.
Arya Stark: You going to die?
Sandor Clegane: Unless there's a maester hiding behind that rock... aye. I'm done. I'd skin you alive for wine. [Arya reaches for her waterskin] Fuck water! [chuckles] Killed by a woman. I bet you like that. Go on. Go after her. She'll help you. [Arya shakes her head] Going it alone, you won't last a day out there.
Arya Stark: I'll last longer than you.
Sandor Clegane: You remember where the heart is? [Arya nods] Fuck it... I'm ready. Go on, girl. Another name off your list. You kept promising me... I cut down your butcher's boy, the ginger. He was begging for mercy. "Please, ser, please don't kill me! Please! Please!" Bled all over my horse. Saddle stunk of butcher's boy for weeks. And your sister, your pretty sister. I should've taken her, that night the Blackwater burned. I should've fucked her bloody. At least I'd have one happy memory. [Arya does not react, continues to stare] Do I have to beg you? Do it. Do it. Do it! [Arya stands and approaches him, hand on her swordhilt...but instead she kneels and takes his gold pouch] Kill me. Kill me! KILL ME! KILL ME!!!

  --  The Children [4.10]
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[Wielding Joffrey's crossbow, Tyrion confronts Tywin, disrobed in the privy in the Tower of the Hand]
Tywin Lannister: [surprised] Tyrion. Put down the crossbow. Who released you? Your brother, I expect. He always had a soft spot for you. Come, we'll go and talk in my chambers. This is how you want to speak to me, hmm? Shaming your father has always given you pleasure.
Tyrion Lannister: All my life you've wanted me dead.
Tywin Lannister: [nodding] Yes. But you refused to die. I respect that. Even admire it. You fight for what's yours. I'd never let them execute you. Is that what you fear? I'd never let Ilyn Payne take your head. You're a Lannister. You're my son.
Tyrion Lannister: [whispers] I loved her.
Tywin Lannister: Who?
Tyrion Lannister: Shae.
Tywin Lannister: Oh, Tyrion. Put down that crossbow.
Tyrion Lannister: I murdered her. With my own hands.
Tywin Lannister: It doesn't matter.
Tyrion Lannister: Doesn't matter?
Tywin Lannister: She was a whore.
Tyrion Lannister: Say that word again...
Tywin Lannister: And what? You'll kill your own father in the privy? No. You're my son. Now, enough of this nonsense.
Tyrion Lannister: I am your son and you sentenced me to die. You knew I didn't poison Joffrey, but you sentenced me all the same. Why?
Tywin Lannister: Enough. We'll go back to my chambers and speak with some dignity.
Tyrion Lannister: I can't go back there. She's in there.
Tywin Lannister: You're afraid of a dead whore? [Tyrion looses the crossbow bolt into Tywin's gut] You shot me. [he groans in pain as he glares at Tyrion, who loads another bolt] You're no son of mine.
Tyrion Lannister: I am your son. I have always been your son. [Tyrion fires another bolt into Tywin's chest, killing him]

  --  The Children [4.10]
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[Arya approaches the crew of a ship]
Arya Stark: I want to see the captain.
Braavosi Captain: You're seeing him.
Arya Stark: I want to go North, to the Wall.
Braavosi Captain: No, you don't.
Arya Stark: I can pay.
Braavosi Captain: There is nothing in the North but ice, war, and pirates.
Arya Stark: I wouldn't need a cabin. Please! I can work, scrubbing the floors --
Braavosi Captain: I'm not going North, child, I'm going home.
Arya Stark: Where's home?
Braavosi Captain: The Free City of Braavos.
Arya Stark: [remembering something] Wait! I have something else!
Braavosi Captain: More silver won't make a difference.
Arya Stark: It's not silver. [shows the captain the coin that Jaqen H'ghar gave her] It's iron.
Braavosi Captain: This... [stunned] How did you --?
Arya Stark: Valar Morghulis.
Braavosi Captain: [bowing his head to her] Valar Dohaeris. Of course, you shall have a cabin.

  --  The Children [4.10]
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[Jaime and Cersei meet over Tywin's body as he lies in state inside the Great Sept of Baelor]
Cersei Lannister: He never wanted you to be a Kingsguard. But here you are. Protecting his dead body.
Jaime Lannister: What he built... it's ours. He built it for us, he meant it for us. They're going to try to take it away. All of it.
Cersei Lannister: "They?"
Jaime Lannister: All of them out there. Our enemies. They're waiting in line to make sure he's really dead. And as soon as they see the stones on his eyes, they'll set to work on tearing us apart.
Cersei Lannister: They had nothing to do with it. The man who murdered our father, he tore us apart. He's the enemy. I've been telling you for years. You've been defending him for years.
Jaime Lannister: This is exactly what they want!
Cersei Lannister: And now our father is dead. And that little monster is out there, somewhere, drawing breath! Did you set him free? [Jaime is silent.] Tyrion may be a monster, but at least he killed our father on purpose. You killed him by mistake. With stupidity. You're a man of action, aren't you? When it occurs to you to do something, you do it. Never mind the consequences. Take a look. Look at the consequences. Here they are. He loved you more than anyone in this world.
[Cersei kisses Tywin's forehead and leaves.]

  --  The Wars to Come [5.01]
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Daenerys Targaryen: Angry snakes lash out, makes chopping off their heads a lot easier. Find the men who did this, and bring them to me.

  --  The Wars to Come [5.01]
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Tyrion Lannister: You never told me why you set me free.
Varys: Your brother asked me to.
Tyrion Lannister: You could've said no.
Varys: Refuse the Kingslayer? A dangerous proposition.
Tyrion Lannister: Not as dangerous as releasing me. You risked your life, your position, everything. Why? You're not family, you owe me nothing.
Varys: I didn't do it for you. I did it for the Seven Kingdoms.
Tyrion Lannister: A drunken dwarf will never be the savior of the Seven Kingdoms.
Varys: I don't believe in saviors. I believe men of talent have a part to play in the wars to come.
Tyrion Lannister: You're going to have to find another soldier. I'm done with Westeros, and Westeros is done with me.
Varys: [rolls his eyes] You have many admirable qualities. Self-pity is not one of them. Any fool with a bit of luck can find himself born into power, but earning it for yourself? That takes work.
Tyrion Lannister: I'm not well-suited for work.
Varys: I think you are. You have your father's instincts for politics and you have compassion.
Tyrion Lannister: Compassion? Yes, I killed my lover with my bare hands, I shot my own father with a crossbow!
Varys: I never said you were perfect.
Tyrion Lannister: What is it you want, exactly?
Varys: Peace, prosperity. A land where the powerful do not prey on the powerless.
Tyrion Lannister: Where the castles are made of gingerbread and the moats are filled with blackberry wine? The powerful have always preyed on the powerless. That's how they became powerful in the first place.
Varys: Perhaps, and perhaps we've grown so accustomed to horror, we assume there's no other way. [Tyrion drinks] If you sat on the Iron Throne, would you spread misery throughout the land?
Tyrion Lannister: I will never sit on the Iron Throne.
Varys: No, you won't, but you could help another climb those steps, and take that seat. [pause] The Seven Kingdoms need someone stronger than Tommen, but gentler than Stannis. A monarch who can intimidate the high Lords, and inspire the people. A ruler loved by millions, with a powerful army and the right family name.
Tyrion Lannister: Good luck finding him.
Varys: Who said anything about him? You have a choice, my friend. You can stay here at Illyrio's palace and drink yourself to death. Or you can ride with me to Meereen, meet Daenerys Targaryen, and decide if the world is worth fighting for.
Tyrion Lannister: Can I drink myself to death on the way to Meereen?

  --  The Wars to Come [5.01]
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Margaery Tyrell: In any event, you shouldn't keep your intended waiting.
Loras Tyrell: My intended? Please. Tywin's dead. That means no one can force Cersei to marry me.
Margaery Tyrell: Lucky you.
Loras Tyrell: Unlucky you.
Margaery Tyrell: You think I want that woman married to my brother?
Loras Tyrell: If she doesn't marry me, she doesn't go to Highgarden. Which means she stays in King's Landing. Which means you're trapped here with Cersei Lannister as your mother by law.
Margaery Tyrell: Perhaps.
Loras Tyrell: Perhaps?
Margaery Tyrell: Perhaps.

  --  The Wars to Come [5.01]
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Young Cersei Lannister: Tell me my future or I'll have your two boring eyes gouged out of your head.
Maggy: Your blood. Give me a taste. [Cersei cuts her finger and Maggy sucks the blood] Three questions you get. You won't like the answers.
Young Cersei Lannister: I've been promised to the prince. When will we marry?
Maggy: You will never wed the prince. You will wed the king.
Young Cersei Lannister: But I will be queen?
Maggy: Oh yes. You'll be queen. For a time. Then comes another, younger, more beautiful, to cast you down and take all you hold dear.
Young Cersei Lannister: Will the king and I have children?
Maggy: No. The king will have twenty children and you will have three.
Young Cersei Lannister: That doesn't make sense.
Maggy: Gold will be their crowns. Gold their shrouds. [laughs]

  --  The Wars to Come [5.01]
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Brienne of Tarth: Lord Baelish, Lady Sansa, my name is Brienne of Tarth.
Petyr Baelish: We've met, with Renly Baratheon. What did he say about you? He said... "Your loyalty came free of charge." Someone appears to have paid quite a bit for it since then.
Brienne of Tarth: Lady Sansa. Before your mother's death, I was her sworn sword. I gave my word I would find you and protect you. I will shield your back and give you counsel, and give my life for yours if need be. I swear it by the Old Gods and the New.
Petyr Baelish: Please, Lady Brienne, no need for such formality. You were Catelyn Stark's sworn sword?
Brienne of Tarth: I was.
Petyr Baelish: Strange. I knew Cat from the time we were children. She never mentioned you.
Brienne of Tarth: It was after Renly's murder.
Petyr Baelish: Ahh, yes. You were accused of killing him.
Brienne of Tarth: I tried to save him!
Petyr Baelish: But you were accused.
Brienne of Tarth: By men who didn't see what happened.
Petyr Baelish: And what did happen?
Brienne of Tarth: He was murdered by a shadow. A shadow with the face of Stannis Baratheon.
Petyr Baelish: A shadow? With a face? [looks at Sansa, scoffs] This woman swore to protect Renly, she failed. She swore to protect your mother; she failed. Why would I want someone with your history of failure guarding Lady Sansa?
Brienne of Tarth: [sharply] Why should you have any say in her affairs?
Petyr Baelish: Because I am her uncle. I married her aunt Lysa, shortly before my beloved's untimely death. We're family now. And you are an outsider. Forgive me, Lady Brienne, but experience has made me wary of outsiders.
Brienne of Tarth: Lady Sansa, if we can have a word alone?
Sansa Stark: No.
Brienne of Tarth: Please, my Lady, if you would let me explain.
Sansa Stark: I saw you at Joffrey's wedding, bowing to the King.
Brienne of Tarth: Neither of us wanted to be there. Sometimes we don't have a choice.
Sansa Stark: And sometimes we do. You should leave.

  --  The House of Black and White [5.02]
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Cersei Lannister: Uncle Kevan! In light of your position as Commander of the Lannister armies, it would please the King if you would serve as his Master of War. No man living better deserves the title.
Kevan Lannister: That is kind of you to say. I would like to hear it from the King, himself.
Cersei Lannister: The King is very busy at this moment.
Kevan Lannister: He should be here, learning what it means to rule.
Cersei Lannister: He is learning. On this occasion, in his capacity as ruler, he's asked me to speak on his behalf.
Kevan Lannister: I return to the Capital to pay my respects to my brother, and to you, and to serve the King. I did not return to the Capitol to serve as your puppet, to watch you stack the Small Council with sycophants! Sending your own brother away so he won't...
Cersei Lannister:  My brother has left the Capitol to lead a sensitive diplomatic mission.
Kevan Lannister: What mission?
Cersei Lannister: That is not your concern as Master of War.
Kevan Lannister: I do not recognize your authority to dictate what is and is not my concern. You are the Queen Mother. Nothing more.
Cersei Lannister: You would abandon your King in his time of need?
Kevan Lannister: If he wants to send for me, I will be waiting for him. At Casterly Rock.

  --  The House of Black and White [5.02]
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Areo Hotah: The Prince does not wish to be disturbed.
Ellaria Sand: Remove yourself from my path, or I'll take that longaxe and shove it up your...
Doran Martell: Captain! Let her pass.
Ellaria Sand: Your brother was murdered, and you sit here in the Water Gardens, staring at the sky and doing nothing!
Doran Martell: Oberyn was slain during a trial by combat. By law, that is not murder.
Ellaria Sand: Your brother...
Doran Martell: You don't have to remind me. He was my brother long before he was anything to you.
Ellaria Sand: What will you do about his death?
Doran Martell: I will bury him. I will mourn for him.
Ellaria Sand: And then?
Doran Martell: You would have me go to war?
Ellaria Sand: The whole country would have you go to war!
Doran Martell: Then we are lucky the whole country does not decide.
Ellaria Sand: The Sand Snakes are with me. They have the love of their people. They will avenge their father, while you sit here in your chair, doing nothing. Oberyn is dead, and this Lannister girl skips about the Water Gardens, eating our food, breathing our air. How many of your brothers and sisters do they have to kill? Let me have her. Let me send her to Cersei, one finger at a time.
Doran Martell: I loved my brother. And you made him very happy. For that, you will always have a place in my heart. But we do not mutilate little girls for vengeance. Not here. Not while I rule.
Ellaria Sand: And how long will that be?

  --  The House of Black and White [5.02]
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Barristan Selmy: Your Grace?  A word, please, I beg you.
Daenerys Targaryen: About what?
Barristan Selmy: About your father. About the Mad King.
Daenerys Targaryen: The "Mad King"? You're here to remind me of my enemies' lies? Consider me reminded.
Barristan Selmy: Your Grace. I served in his Kingsguard. I was at his side from the first. Your enemies did not lie.
Daenerys Targaryen: Go on.
Barristan Selmy: When the people rose in revolt against him, your father set their towns and castles aflame. He murdered sons in front of their fathers. He burned men alive with wildfire, and laughed as they screamed. And, his efforts to stamp out dissent led to a rebellion that killed every Targaryen, except two.
Daenerys Targaryen: I'm not my father.
Barristan Selmy: No, Your Grace. Thank the Gods. But the Mad King gave his enemies the justice he thought they deserved, and each time, it made him feel powerful and right...until the very end.
Daenerys Targaryen: I will not have the Son of the Harpy executed without a fair trial.
Barristan Selmy: Your Grace.

  --  The House of Black and White [5.02]
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Arya Stark:  You said there was no Jaqen H'ghar here.
Jaqen H'ghar: There isn't. A man is not Jaqen H'ghar.
Arya Stark: Well, then who are you, then?
Jaqen H'ghar: No one. And that is who a girl must become.

  --  The House of Black and White [5.02]
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Roose Bolton:  We can't hold the North with terror alone.
Ramsay Bolton: We can't hold the North if we let these lesser Lords insult us.
Roose Bolton: I sent you there to collect taxes, not bodies.
Ramsay Bolton: Lord Cerwyn refused to pay. Said the Warden of the North would always be a Stark, and he'd be damned if he'd kiss a traitor's boot.
Roose Bolton: He left you no choice.
Ramsay Bolton: I flayed him living, along with his wife and brother. Made his son watch.
Roose Bolton: And?
Ramsay Bolton:  The new Lord Cerwyn paid his taxes.
Roose Bolton: I have something to tell you. Stop eating and listen. We don't have enough men to hold the North, if the other Houses rise up against us. Do you understand that?
Ramsay Bolton:  Our pact with the Lannisters protects...
Roose Bolton:  I had a pact with Tywin Lannister, and Tywin Lannister is dead. The remaining Lannisters are a thousand miles away, dealing with that fact. They've never once, in the history of the Seven Kingdoms, sent their army this far North. If you think they will for us, you're a fool. We've become a Great House, by entering into alliance with other Houses and parlaying those alliances into greater power. The best way to forge a lasting alliance, isn't by peeling a man's skin off. The best way is marriage. Now that you're a Bolton by Royal decree, it's high time you married a suitable bride. And as it happens, I've found the perfect girl to solidify our hold on the North.

  --  High Sparrow [5.03]
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[Arya, sweeping the floor, watches Jaqen comfort a heartbroken man and offer him a drink from the Pool]
Visitor: Valar Morghulis.
Jaqen H'ghar: Valar Doaheris. [the man drinks, then walks over to one of the various statues in the room and kneels. Arya sets down the broom and goes to Jaqen.
Arya Stark: I've been sweeping this floor for days.
Jaqen H'ghar: Good.
Arya Stark: I didn't come here to sweep floors.
Jaqen H'ghar: No? Why come then?
Arya Stark: You said I could be your apprentice. You said you'd teach me how to be a Faceless Man.
Jaqen H'ghar: A man teaches a girl. Valar Doaheris "All men must serve". Faceless men, most of all.
Arya Stark: I want to serve!
Jaqen H'ghar: A girl wants to serve herself. Here, we serve the Many-Faced God. To serve well... a girl must become no one.
Arya Stark: Which one's the Many-Faced God? I see the Stranger, the Drowned God, the Weirwood Face-
Jaqen H'ghar: There is only one God- a girl knows his name. And, all men know his gift.
[He walks away, Arya glances at the kneeling man- who has rolled over, peacefully dead.]

  --  High Sparrow [5.03]
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Sansa Stark: That's Moat Cailin.
Petyr Baelish: Yes. Bit shabby, isn't it? You've been here before?
Sansa Stark: On my way down to King's Landing, with my father and Arya. Where are you taking me?
Petyr Baelish: Home.
Sansa Stark: The Boltons have Winterfell. Your marriage proposal, it wasn't for you.
Petyr Baelish: No.
Sansa Stark: Roose Bolton murdered my brother! He betrayed my family!
Petyr Baelish: He did.
Sansa Stark: He serves the Lannisters!
Petyr Baelish: For now.
Sansa Stark: I won't go.
Petyr Baelish: Winterfell is your home.
Sansa Stark: Not anymore.
Petyr Baelish: Always. You're a Stark. Dyeing your hair doesn't change that. You're Sansa Stark, eldest surviving child of Ned and Catelyn Stark. Your place is in the North.
Sansa Stark: I can't marry him. You can't make me! He's a traitor, a murderer.
Petyr Baelish: You're not marrying Roose Bolton! No, you'll be marrying his son and heir, Ramsay. One day, he'll be Warden of the North, and you'll...
Sansa Stark: No.
Petyr Baelish:  Sansa...
Sansa Stark: No, you can't make me! I will starve myself. I will die before I have to go there.
Petyr Baelish: I won't force you to do anything. Don't you know, by now, how much I care about you? Say the word, and we'll turn the horses around. But listen to me. Listen. You've been running all your life. Terrible things have happened to your family, and you weep. You sit alone in a darkened room, mourning their fates. You've been a bystander to tragedy, from the day they executed your father. Stop being a bystander, d'you hear me? Stop running. There's no justice in the world, not unless we make it. You loved your family. Avenge them.

  --  High Sparrow [5.03]
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Podrick Payne: How did you end up serving Renly?
Brienne of Tarth: When I was a girl, my father held a ball. I'm his only living child, so he wanted to make a good match for me. He invited dozens of young Lords to Tarth. I didn't want to go, but he dragged me to the ballroom. And it was wonderful. None of the boys noticed how mulish and tall I was. They shoved each other and threatened to duel when they thought it was their turn to dance. And whispered in my ear, how they wanted to marry me and take me back to their castles. My father smiled at me, and I smiled at him. I had never been so happy...'till I saw a few of the boys snickering. And then, they all started to laugh; they couldn't keep the game going any longer. They were toying with me. "Brienne the Beauty", they called me. Great joke. And I realized I was the ugliest girl alive. A great, lumbering beast. I tried to run away, but Renly Baratheon took me in his arms. "Don't let them see your tears," he told me, "They're nasty little shits, and nasty little shits aren't worth crying over." He danced with me, and none of the other boys could say a word. Renly was the King's brother, after all.
Podrick Payne: But, wasn't he...Lord Tyrion said he was...
Brienne of Tarth: Yes, Pod, he liked men! I'm not an idiot. He didn't love me, he didn't want me. He danced with me because he was kind, and didn't want to see me hurt. He saved me from being a joke... from that day, until his last day. And I couldn't save him, in return. Nothing's more hateful than failing to protect the one you love. One day, I will avenge King Renly.
Podrick Payne: But you said a shadow murdered him. How do you fight a shadow?
Brienne of Tarth: A shadow with the face of Stannis Baratheon. I know it was Stannis. I know it in my heart. Stannis is a man, not a shadow, and a man can be killed.

  --  High Sparrow [5.03]
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Jon Snow: Ser Alliser. You have more experience than any other Ranger at Castle Black. You proved your valor many times over, while defending the Wall from the Wildling attack. I name you First Ranger. Lord Janos.  I'm giving you command of Greyguard.
Janos Slynt: Greyguard is a ruin.
Jon Snow: Yes, the fort is in a sorry state. Restore it as best you can. First builder Yarwick can spare ten men.
Janos Slynt: I was charged with the defense of King's Landing when you were soiling your swaddling-clothes. Keep your ruin.
Samwell Tarly: All right, all right! Enough of that!
Jon Snow: You mistake me, my Lord. That was a command, not an offer. Pack your arms and armor, say your farewells, and ride for Greyguard.
Janos Slynt: I will not go meekly off to freeze and die. Give it to one of the fools who cast a stone for you! I will not have it! Do you hear me, boy? I will not have it!
Jon Snow: Are you refusing to obey my order?
Janos Slynt: You can stick your order up your bastard arse.
Jon Snow: Take Lord Janos outside. Olly, bring me my sword.

  --  High Sparrow [5.03]
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[At King's Landing, Cersei seeks out the one called High Sparrow and comes across an elderly man along the way, serving food to the poor...]
Cersei Lannister: A young man said I'd find the High Sparrow back here. Where is he?
Elderly man: High Sparrow? Sounds ridiculous, doesn't it? Like Lord Duckling or King Turtle. Still, it's meant to. We're often stuck with the names our enemies give to us. The notion that we're all equal in the eyes of the Seven doesn't sit well with some, so they belittle me. [to the poor] Seven blessings to you, my dear. [to Cersei] It's only a name. Quite an easy burden to bear. Far easier than hers.
Cersei Lannister: [Noticing High Sparrow's bare feet] Why no shoes?
High Sparrow: Because I gave them away to someone who needed them more. We all do that. It stops us from forgetting what we really are.
Cersei Lannister: Is that why you came to King's Landing? To remind everyone?
High Sparrow: Everyone? Hard enough job reminding myself. Well, I tell them no one's special and they think I'm special for telling them so.
Cersei Lannister: Perhaps they're right.
High Sparrow: It would be comforting to believe that, wouldn't it? Have the gods sent you here to tempt me? I hope not. I had assumed, you'd only come here to arrest me for that incident with the High Septon.
Cersei Lannister: An unacceptable way to treat the chosen representative of the gods in this world, wouldn't you say?
High Sparrow: Hypocrisy is a boil. Lancing a boil is never pleasant. Although they could have been more careful with the blade.
Cersei Lannister: The High Septon came to speak to me today. He doesn't want me to arrest you. He wants me to execute you.
High Sparrow: I wouldn't presume to know your thoughts on the matter.
Cersei Lannister: My thoughts on the matter are in line with your own. The High Septon's behavior was corrosive, as was his attitude. Having a man like that reside in the sept eats away at the faith from the inside. So now he resides in the Red Keep dungeons instead. The faith and the crown are the two pillars that hold up this world. One collapses, so does the other. We must do everything necessary to protect one another.

  --  High Sparrow [5.03]
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Stannis Baratheon: Are you lonely?
Shireen Baratheon: Just bored.
Stannis Baratheon: My father used to tell me that boredom indicates a lack of inner resources.
Shireen Baratheon: Were you bored a lot, too?
Stannis Baratheon: I know Castle Black is no place for a child, but I...
Shireen Baratheon: I like it. I thought I'd be left at home. I know Mother didn't want to bring me.
Stannis Baratheon: Why do you say that?
Shireen Baratheon: She told me, "I don't want to bring you."
Stannis Baratheon: She shouldn't have said that.
Shireen Baratheon: Are you ashamed of me, Father?
Stannis Baratheon: When you were an infant, a Dornish trader landed on Dragonstone. His goods were junk except for one wooden doll. He'd even sewn a dress on it in the colors of our House. No doubt he'd heard of your birth and assumed new fathers were easy targets. I still remember how you smiled when I put that doll in your cradle. How you pressed it to your cheek. By the time we burnt the doll, it was too late. I was told you would die. Or worse, the grayscale would go slow. Let you grow just enough to know the world before taking it away from you. Everyone advised me to send you to the ruins of Valyria to live out your short life with the Stone Men, before the sickness spread to the castle. I told them all to go to hell. I called in every maester on this side of the world. Every healer, every apothecary. They stopped the disease and saved your life. Because you did not belong across the world with the bloody Stone Men. You are the Princess Shireen of House Baratheon. And you are my daughter.

  --  The Sons of the Harpy [5.04]
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Obara Sand: Will it be war?
Ellaria Sand: Prince Doran will weep for your father, but nothing else. We must avenge Oberyn ourselves.
Obara Sand: Without Doran, we have no army to march against the Lannisters.
Ellaria Sand: We don't need an army to start a war. Queen Cersei loves her children, and we have one of them.
Nymeria Sand: You may have a problem.
[Nymeria flicks her bullwhip, flipping over a bucket to reveal a gagged prisoner buried up to his neck in the sand, with scorpions crawling over him]
Obara Sand: A ship's captain who found me in Planky Town, claiming he had information to sell. He told me he smuggled Jaime Lannister into Dorne.
Ellaria Sand: He's come for Myrcella. If he gets to her before we do, we lose our only chance for revenge. You must choose: Doran's way, and peace... or my way, and war.
Tyene Sand: I'm with you. Always.
Ellaria Sand:  Nym? [after a pause, Nymeria nods] Obara?
Obara Sand: When I was a child, Oberyn came to take me to court. I'd never seen this man, and yet, he called himself my father. My mother wept, said I was too young... and a girl. Oberyn tossed his spear at my feet and said, "Girl or boy, we fight our battles. But the Gods let us choose our weapons." My father pointed to the spear, and then to my mother's tears. [yanks the spear out of the sand, twirls it expertly, then throws it, impaling their captive through the head] I made my choice long ago.

  --  The Sons of the Harpy [5.04]
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Melisandre: Lord Commander.
Jon Snow: How can I help you?
Melisandre: Come with us when we ride south. None of us know the castle as well as you do. Its hidden tunnels, its weaknesses, its people. Winterfell was your home once. Don't you want to chase the rats out of it?
Jon Snow: Castle Black is my home now. The Night's Watch take no part in the wars of the Seven Kingdoms.
Melisandre: There's only one war. Life against death. Come. Let me show you what you're fighting for.
Jon Snow: You're gonna show me some visions in the fire. Forgive me my lady, I don't trust in visions.
Melisandre: No visions. No magic. Just life. [she pulls his hand under her robe] Do you feel my heart beating? This power in you, you resist it and that's your mistake. Embrace it. The lord of light made us male and female. Two parts of a greater all. You're not joining this power. Power to make life, power to make light, and power to cast shadows.
Jon Snow: I don't think Stannis would like that very much.
Melisandre: Then we shouldn't tell him.
Jon Snow: I can't.
Melisandre: Why?
Jon Snow: I swore a vow. I loved another.
Melisandre: The dead don't need lovers. Only the living.
Jon Snow: I know. But I still love her.
Melisandre: [Goes to the door before she turns back to Jon] "You know nothing, Jon Snow."

  --  The Sons of the Harpy [5.04]
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[Sansa is standing before the tomb of her aunt Lyanna in the Stark family crypt at Winterfell.]
Petyr Baelish: I thought I might find you here. Your aunt Lyanna.
Sansa Stark: Father never talked about her. But sometimes I'd find him down here lighting the candles. He'd say she was beautiful.
Petyr Baelish: I saw her once. I was a boy living with your mother's family. Lord Whent had a great tourney at Harrenhall. Everyone was there. The Mad King, your father, Robert Baratheon. And Lyanna...she was already promised to Robert. You can imagine what it was like for me, a boy from nowhere with nothing to his name, watching these legendary men tilting at the lists. The last two riders were Barristan Selmy and Rhaegar Targaryen. When Rhaegar won, everyone cheered for their prince. I remember the girls laughing when he took off his helmet and saw that silver hair. How handsome he was. Until he rode right past his wife Elia Martell, and all the smiles died. I had never seen so many people so quiet. He rode past his wife and he lay a crown of winter roses in Lyanna's lap. Blue with frost. How many tens of thousands had to die because Rhaegar chose your aunt?
Sansa Stark: Yes he chose her. And then he kidnapped her and raped her.
Petyr Baelish: Come. Let's speak somewhere the dead can't hear us.

  --  The Sons of the Harpy [5.04]
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Bronn: Why are we on a merchant ship? Why no Lannister sails?
Jaime Lannister: This ship's sailing to Oldtown. We'll get off earlier, not far from Sunspear. Row ourselves to the Dornish shores in the night.
Bronn: You ever been to Dorne?
Jaime Lannister: No.
Bronn: I have. The Dornish are crazy. All they want to do is fight and fuck, fuck and fight.
Jaime Lannister: You should be happy to go back then.
Bronn: There's nothing like a good fight to get you in the mood for fucking. And there's nothing like a fuck-mad Dornish girl to clear your head for the next fight. It's how the two work together. And we're gonna do a lot of fighting, I am sure. Well, I am. But I don't imagine we'll get to stick around for the rest. Not after we've kidnapped their princess.
Jaime Lannister: We are not kidnapping their princess. We are rescuing my niece, bringing her back to the family.
Bronn: Your niece?

  --  The Sons of the Harpy [5.04]
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Maester Aemon: You will find little joy in your command. But, with luck, you'll find the strength to do what needs to be done. Kill the boy, Jon Snow. Winter is almost upon us. Kill the boy and let the man be born.

  --  Kill the Boy [5.05]
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Tyrion Lannister: (sarcastically, feeling his damaged nose) Don't worry- I'll be fine, nothing broken, I don't think. Where are we now? Not the Rhoyne. (pause) Long sullen silences, and an occasional punch in the face: the Mormont way. (Jorah, looking ahead as he steers the boat, doesn't respond) Let's... start over. I apologize for before- my mouth sometimes runs away from me. This doesn't have to be an unpleasant trip. (pause) We're going to be spending a lot of time together, on the way to Meereen.
Jorah Mormont: We are.
Tyrion Lannister: What would make our time together truly enjoyable would be some wine.
Jorah Mormont: No wine.
Tyrion Lannister: (irritated) I am a person who drinks. People who drink need to keep drinking, otherwise they're not- (he notices Jorah standing up to look ahead, and turns around)... I know where we are. You're taking us through Valyria.
Jorah Mormont: I am.
Tyrion Lannister: You've sailed through here before?
Jorah Mormont: Nope.
Tyrion Lannister: You going to bring Daenerys a souvenir from her ancestral homeland, in case I'm not enough?
Jorah Mormont: (still staring at the approaching ruins of Valyria) I think you'll be plenty.
Tyrion Lannister: You know what they say. "The Doom still rules Valyria". What about the demons, and the flames? Aren't you afraid of the Doom?
Jorah Mormont: No. (sits down as they begin to pass into one of the channels) But pirates are.
Tyrion Lannister:... The Smoking Sea. (watches the ruins passing them in the fog) How many centuries, before we learn to build cities like this again? For thousands of years, the Valyrians were the best in the world at... almost everything. And then...
Jorah Mormont: And then, they weren't.
Tyrion Lannister: And then they weren't. (begins reciting a poem as they gaze around them at Valyria) "They held each other close, and turned their backs upon the end/ The hills that split asunder, and the black that ate the skies/ The flames that shot, so high and hot, that even dragons burned/ Would never be the final sights, that fell upon their eyes/ To fly upon a wall, the waves, the sea wind whipped and churned-"
Jorah Mormont: "A city of a thousand years, and all that men had learned (Tyrion turns towards him) The Doom consumed them all alike, and neither of them turned." (glances at Tyrion, smiles ruefully)
Tyrion Lannister: (raises his bound hands)... I would clap. (they glance back at the ruins) I suppose this is it, then. This is what remains.

  --  Kill the Boy [5.05]
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Ramsay Bolton: [to Sansa] I heard you two had been reunited. A fitting place for it. I like to imagine the last time you spoke was in this very room. Are you still angry with him after he...what he did? Don't worry. The North remembers. I punished him for it. He's not Ironborn anymore. He's not Theon Greyjoy anymore. He's a new man. A new person anyway. Aren't you, Reek?
Theon Greyjoy: Yes Master.
Ramsay Bolton: That's his new name. Reek.
Sansa Stark: Why are you doing this?
Ramsay Bolton: Because Reek has something to say to you. Don't you, Reek?
[Ramsay gestures Theon to come closer to the table, which he does.]
Ramsay Bolton: An apology? Apologize to Lady Sansa for what you did. Apologize for murdering her two brothers.
Theon Greyjoy: I'm sorry.
Ramsay Bolton: Look at her, Reek. An apology doesn't mean anything if you're not looking the person in the eye.
Theon Greyjoy: I'm sorry.
Ramsay Bolton: Sorry about what?
Theon Greyjoy: Killing your brothers.
Ramsay Bolton: There! Over and done with it. Doesn't everyone feel better? I do. [Sansa wipes away a tear.] That was getting very tense. [Theon walks away from the table in shame.] You know what, my lady? What with him having murdered your brothers and the rest of your family gone, Reek here is the nearest thing to living kin that you have left. Reek! You will give away the bride. Someone has to. What better person? Good? [To Roose] Good?
Roose Bolton: Yes, yes, very good.
Ramsay Bolton: Wonderful!
Roose Bolton: Walda and I have some good news as well. Since we're all together.
Walda Bolton: [smiles] We're going to have a baby!
[Ramsay's smile quickly fades.]
Sansa Stark: Very happy for you.
Roose Bolton: From the way she's carrying, Maester Wolkan says it looks like a boy.

  --  Kill the Boy [5.05]
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Ramsay Bolton: How can you be sure?
Roose Bolton: Sure of what?
Ramsay Bolton: That she's pregnant. I mean...how can you tell?
Roose Bolton: Maester Wolkan has assured us beyond all doubt.
Ramsay Bolton: So...how did you manage it?
Roose Bolton: Manage what?
Ramsay Bolton: Getting her pregnant.
Roose Bolton: I imagine you're familiar with the procedure.
Ramsay Bolton: Of course but how did you...find it?
Roose Bolton: You disgraced yourself at dinner. Parading that creature before the Stark girl.
Ramsay Bolton: And if it's a boy?
Roose Bolton: You're worried about your position?
Ramsay Bolton: My position is quite clear. I'm your son. Until a better alternative comes along.
Roose Bolton: You've never asked me about your mother.
Ramsay Bolton: Why would I? She had me, she died. And here we are.
Roose Bolton: She was a peasant girl. Pretty in a common sort of way. She was a miller's wife. Apparently they had married without my knowledge or consent. So I had him hanged, and I took her beneath the tree where he was swaying. She fought me the whole time. She was lucky I didn't hang her too. A year later she came to my gates with a squalling baby in her arms. A baby she claimed was mine. I nearly had her whipped, and the child thrown in the river. But then I looked at you, and I saw then what I see now. You are my son.

  --  Kill the Boy [5.05]
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Petyr Baelish: Do you think it's wise, your Grace? Arresting the heir to Highgarden?
Cersei Lannister: The Faith arrested the heir to Highgarden.
Petyr Baelish: Of course. And the Faith were armed on your orders.
Cersei Lannister: The King's orders. Is the King to blame for Ser Loras's perversion?
Petyr Baelish: [Shakes his head.] House Tyrell won't tolerate this insult.
Cersei Lannister: House Tyrell won't tolerate it? I'm the insulted party, Lord Baelish. Ser Loras was promised to me, instead he chose the company of boys.
Petyr Baelish: One's choice of companion is a curious thing.

  --  Unbowed, Unbent, Unbroken [5.06]
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Cersei Lannister: If there's nothing else...
Petyr Baelish: There is another matter, your Grace. Something so urgent I couldn't trust the words to a raven. You once charged me with finding Arya Stark. To my shame, I failed you. But I have found Sansa Stark. Alive and well. At home again. Living at Winterfell.
Cersei Lannister: That's not possible!
Petyr Baelish: My sources are well placed. They tell me Roose Bolton plans to marry her to his son Ramsay, a bastard recently legitimized by King Tommen.
Cersei Lannister: Roose Bolton is Warden of the North by the grace of my father.
Petyr Baelish: Indeed. His reward for stabbing his own king in the heart.
Cersei Lannister: We were fools to trust a turncloak.
Petyr Baelish: Marrying his son to the last of the Starks gives him more legitimacy in the North than an alliance with a hated southern house.
Cersei Lannister: I will skin him and his bastard like that wretch on their bloody sigil!
Petyr Baelish: I would counsel patience, your Grace.
Cersei Lannister: Patience!? Sansa helped murder my son, Roose Bolton is a traitor!
Petyr Baelish: Stannis Baratheon is also a traitor, marching with his army on Winterfell. Let Stannis and Roose battle. Let the enemies of the Throne slaughter each other, and when they're done, seize Winterfell from whichever thief survives.
Cersei Lannister: Winterfell is a thousand miles away from here. The weather has already begun to turn.
Petyr Baelish: That is why it is critical to strike soon while the victor still licks his wounds. Surely, your uncle Kevan could muster a force.
Cersei Lannister: My uncle Kevan has all the courage of a kitchen mouse.
Petyr Baelish: Ser Jaime then.
Cersei Lannister: Jaime is away on a sensitive diplomatic mission. I have no idea when he'll be back.
Petyr Baelish: Perhaps I can help. The knights of the Vale are some of the best fighters in Westeros. Trained to battle in the ice and the snow.
Cersei Lannister: Forgive me, Lord Baelish, your reputation is a moneylender and profit-keeper, not a military man.
Petyr Baelish: You wouldn't risk a single Lannister soldier or a single coin from the royal treasury. What do you have to lose? A brothelkeeper?
Cersei Lannister: And if you succeed?
Petyr Baelish: Name me Warden of the North?
Cersei Lannister: I'll speak to the King this evening. Have an issue of royal decree.
Petyr Baelish: I'll not rest until the lion flies over Winterfell.
Cersei Lannister: And I'll know you're a man of your word when I see Sansa Stark's head on a spike.
Petyr Baelish: As I said, I live to serve.

  --  Unbowed, Unbent, Unbroken [5.06]
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Areo Hotah: [To Jaime Lannister] When you were whole, it would have been a good fight.

  --  Unbowed, Unbent, Unbroken [5.06]
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Obara Sand: (as she is fighting Jaime) Take her!
Nymeria Sand:(grabs Myrcella by the wrist) You're coming with me!
Myrcella Baratheon: I don't want to-
Nymeria Sand: (brandishes a knife in her face) I wasn't asking, Princess.

  --  Unbowed, Unbent, Unbroken [5.06]
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Areo Hotah: Drop your weapons! (the rest of Doran Martell's personal guard surrounds Jaime, Bronn, Myrcella and the Sand Snakes; Myrcella looks relieved)
Obara Sand: I am Obara Sand, daughter of Oberyn Martell! I fight for Dorne- who do you fight for?!
Areo Hotah: Drop your weapons.
[after a measured pause, Obara drops her spear and nods to her sisters; Tyene drops her daggers and Nym drops her whip and knife. When Jaime hesitates, Areo lunges at him with his longaxe but stops short of beheading him.]
Areo Hotah: (smiles coldly) When you were whole, it would have been a good fight. (Jaime drops his sword and raises his hands in surrender)

  --  Unbowed, Unbent, Unbroken [5.06]
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High Sparrow: Do you know this man?
Olyvar: Yes. Very well. He is Ser Loras Tyrell out of Highgarden.
High Sparrow: How did you come to meet him?
Olyvar: I squired for him. He took a liking to me. He summoned me to his chamber the first day we met.
High Sparrow: And what occurred in his chamber?
Olyvar: We engaged in intimate relations.
High Sparrow: You lay with him?
Olyvar: That night and many others.
Loras Tyrell: [hoarsely] Liar! He's a liar!
High Sparrow: Is there anyone else who can support your claim?
Olyvar: Yes. Yes, Queen Margaery. She walked in on us once, not long ago. She didn't seem surprised.
Cersei Lannister: This testimony is an insult to a Great House. Why should the Faith or anyone else take the word of a squire over the heir to Highgarden?
Olyvar: He has a birthmark, your Grace. Quite high on his thigh. Wine-colored and roughly the shape of Dorne.
[Loras lunges at Olyvar but two Sparrows rush in to restrain him.]
Loras Tyrell: Liar!
[They pull him away as two more Sparrows walk over toward Margaery.]
Olenna Tyrell: What are you doing? Let us pass.
High Sparrow: The Faith is satisfied there is enough evidence to bring a formal trial for Ser Loras. And Queen Margaery.
Olenna Tyrell: What?
High Sparrow: Bearing false witness before the Gods is as grave a sin as any, my lady. Take her.
[The Sparrows take hold of Margarey.]
Margaery Tyrell: No! Tommen! Tommen! [Tommen silently raises his hand to the Kingsguard, unwilling to attack the Sparrows.] You can't do this! I am the queen! Tommen! Tommen! I am the queen! How dare you...take your hands off me!

  --  Unbowed, Unbent, Unbroken [5.06]
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[After seeing that she is able to lie properly, Jaqen takes Arya to see the Hall of Faces beneath the House of Black and White]
Jaqen H'ghar:... Is the girl ready? To give up her ears, her nose, her tongue? Her hopes and dreams, her loves and hates, all that makes a girl who she is... Forever? (Arya reaches out to touch the face of an elderly woman)...No. (Arya looks at him) A girl is not ready to become no one. (Arya moves her hand away from the face) But, she's ready to become someone else.

  --  Unbowed, Unbent, Unbroken [5.06]
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[Sansa is pacing the floor in her wedding gown when she hears a knock at the door.]
Sansa Stark: Yes?
[The door opens and Reek enters to Sansa's disgust.]
Theon/Reek: I've come to escort you to the godswood, milady. If you please, milady, will you take my arm?
Sansa Stark: No.
Theon/Reek: Lord Ramsay...he said I'm to take your arm.
Sansa Stark: I'm not touching you.
Theon/Reek: Please. He'll punish me.
Sansa Stark: You think I care what he does to you?
[Sansa strides past Reek, who watches her in shame.]

  --  Unbowed, Unbent, Unbroken [5.06]
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Roose Bolton: Who comes before the Old Gods this night?
Theon/Reek: Sansa of the House Stark comes here to be wed. A woman grown, trueborn and noble. She comes to beg the blessings of the Gods. Who comes to claim her?
Ramsay Bolton: Ramsay of House Bolton, heir to the Dreadfort and Winterfell. Who gives her?
Theon/Reek: Theon of House Greyjoy who was...who was her father's ward.
Roose Bolton: Lady Sansa, do you take this man?
[After a long pause, Sansa steps forward.]
Sansa Stark: I take this man.

  --  Unbowed, Unbent, Unbroken [5.06]
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Ramsay Bolton: My father said you're still a virgin.
Sansa Stark: Yes.
Ramsay Bolton: Why? Why are you still a virgin? Afraid of dwarves?
Sansa Stark: Lord...Lord Tyrion was kind. He was gentle. He never touched me.
Ramsay Bolton: You're not lying to me?
Sansa Stark: No, my lord.
Ramsay Bolton: Lying to your husband on his wedding night...that would be a bad way to start a marriage. We're man and wife now. We should be honest with each other. Don't you think?
Sansa Stark: Yes.
[Ramsay kisses Sansa on the lips.]
Ramsay Bolton: Good. Take off your clothes. [Sansa turns toward Reek, who tries to leave.] Oh no, no, no! You stay here, Reek. You watch! [To Sansa] Do I need to ask a second time? I hate to ask you a second time. Reek, I told you to watch. You've known Sansa since she was a girl. Now watch her become a woman.

  --  Unbowed, Unbent, Unbroken [5.06]
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Sansa Stark: Theon wait!
Theon Greyjoy: Not Theon, milady. Reek.
Sansa Stark: Help me!
Theon Greyjoy: [About Ramsay] You're his wife now.
Sansa Stark: Theon!
Theon Greyjoy: Do what he says! Do what he says or he'll hurt you!
Sansa Stark: He already hurts me every night! All day I'm locked in this room and every night he comes! It can't be any worse!
Theon Greyjoy: It can. It can always be worse.
Sansa Stark:  What did he do to you?
Theon Greyjoy: Please!
Sansa Stark: You betrayed my family!
Theon Greyjoy: I'm sorry, I'm sorry!
Sansa Stark: You have to help me! Theon, help me!
Theon Greyjoy: He'll see us! You don't know him!
Sansa Stark: My family still has friends in the North. All I need to do is give a signal and they'll rescue me. Climb to the top of the broken tower. Light this candle and put it in the window. Promise me, Theon.
Theon Greyjoy: Reek! My name is Reek.
Sansa Stark: Your name is Theon Greyjoy. Last surviving son of Balon Greyjoy, Lord of the Iron Islands. Do you hear me? Theon, promise me!

  --  The Gift [5.07]
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Ramsay Bolton: My beautiful wife. One day I'll be Lord of Winterfell and Warden of the North. You'll be my Lady and Wardeness.
Sansa Stark: But isn't your stepmother pregnant?
Ramsay Bolton: What of it?
Sansa Stark: What happens if she has a boy?
Ramsay Bolton: Then I'll have a baby brother.
Sansa Stark: But he'll be the heir.
Ramsay Bolton: I'm Lord Bolton's eldest son.
Sansa Stark: But you're a bastard, a trueborn will always have the stronger claim.
[Ramsay turns to Sansa coldly.]
Ramsay Bolton: I've been naturalized by a royal decree from...
Sansa Stark: Tommen Baratheon? Another bastard.
[Ramsay stares at her incredulously, seething at her consistently reminding him of his precarious claim.]
Ramsay Bolton: Bastards can rise high in the world. Like your half-brother Jon Snow. Born the Bastard of Winterfell, now the Lord Commander of the Night's Watch. You didn't know? Yes, he's done very well for himself. Oh! I nearly forgot why I asked you to join me. Come, my lady.
[Ramsay leads Sansa out to the courtyard where he has displayed the flayed corpse of the elderly maid who approached Sansa earlier about giving a signal in case she ever needed rescue.]
Ramsay Bolton: Your northern friend. [He pulls out the candle she gave Sansa.] Reek told me you wanted to leave. Why? Winterfell is your home, now I am your husband. Tough old bird. Everyone talks when I start peeling them. But this one? Her heart gave out before I even got to her face. [Sansa is in tears.] We do breed tough in the North. [To his men.] Bring my wife back to her chamber. It's far too cold out here for a lady. You should hold on to your candles. The nights are so long now.

  --  The Gift [5.07]
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Davos Seaworth: Forty horses died in the night. We'll lose more, come sunset. We're runnnin' out of food, we can't open the supply line until the snow clears.
Stannis Baratheon: What else?
Davos Seaworth: The Stormcrows rode off last night.
Stannis Baratheon: Five hundred men. Sellswords - loyal to nothing but gold.
Davos Seaworth: We still have a hard march to Winterfell, and we have a hard march in this weather.
Stannis Baratheon: And?
Davos Seaworth: This isn't our time. We should head back to Castle Black, and when the snow clears...
Stannis Baratheon: I retreated from King's Landing, Ser Davos. If I retreat again, I become "the King who ran".
Davos Seaworth: Your Grace.
Stannis Baratheon: Winter is coming. Those aren't just the Stark words, that's a fact. If we march back to Castle Black, we winter at Castle Black and who can say how many years this winter will last?
Davos Seaworth: It's better to wait for the right time than risk everything.
Stannis Baratheon: This is the right time and I will risk everything, because if I don't, we've lost. We march to victory, or we march to defeat. But we go forward. Only forward.

  --  The Gift [5.07]
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Olenna Tyrell: You there. Where would I find the High Septon or High Sparrow or whatever bloody fool name he's got?
[Olenna approaches a crouched man revealed to be the High Sparrow, washing the floor of the Sept of Baelor]
High Sparrow: It's not as good a name as "Queen of Thorns", I'll admit.
Olenna Tyrell: You should have the decency to stand when you speak to a lady.
High Sparrow: You should have the decency to kneel before the Gods.
Olenna Tyrell: Don't spar with me, little fellow.
High Sparrow: For me, it's the knees. You?
Olenna Tyrell: Hips.
High Sparrow: Ah.
Olenna Tyrell: A man of the people. Is that your game? It's an old game. Dull and unconvincing. A man of the people who does Cersei's dirty work for her.
High Sparrow: The people always do the dirty work.
Olenna Tyrell: Spare me the homilies. I can smell a fraud from a mile away.
High Sparrow: Useful talent.
Olenna Tyrell: I'm here for my grandson and granddaughter.
High Sparrow: Your grandson and granddaughter swore sacred vows and lied. The Father judges us all. Sons of high lords, sons of fishermen. If you break his laws, you will be punished.
Olenna Tyrell: Don't you walk away from me.
High Sparrow: You don't give commands here, Lady Olenna.
Olenna Tyrell: What is it you want? Gold? I'll make you the richest septon who ever lived. What, then?
High Sparrow: I imagine this is strange for you. Everyone you meet has a hidden motive and you pride yourself on sniffing it out. But I'm telling you a simple truth. I serve the Gods. The Gods demand justice.
Olenna Tyrell: How do they communicate their demands? By raven or horse?
High Sparrow: By the holy text, "The Seven-Pointed Star". If you don't have one in your library, I'll give you my own.
Olenna Tyrell: I've read "The Seven-Pointed Star".
High Sparrow: Then you'll remember the passages concerning buggery and perjury. Your grandchildren will be punished in the same manner as anyone who breaks the sacred laws.
Olenna Tyrell: Half the men, women, and children in this foul city break the sacred laws. You live among murderers, thieves, and rapists, and yet you punish Loras for shagging some perfumed ponce, and Margaery for defending her brother?
High Sparrow: Yes. The Gods' laws must be applied to all equally.
Olenna Tyrell: If it's equality you want, so be it. When House Tyrell stops sending our crops to the capital, everyone here will starve. And I'll make sure the hungry know who's to blame.
High Sparrow: Have you ever sowed the field, Lady Olenna? Have you ever reaped the grain? Has anyone in House Tyrell? A lifetime of wealth and power has left you blind in one eye. You are the few, we are the many. And when the many stop fearing the few...

  --  The Gift [5.07]
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Daenerys Targaryen: Get him out of my sight.
Jorah Mormont: Khaleesi, please I just need a moment of your time. I've brought you a gift!
Tyrion Lannister: It's true!  He has.
Daenerys Targaryen: Who are you?
Tyrion Lannister: I am the gift. It's a pleasure to meet you, Your Grace. My name is Tyrion Lannister.

  --  The Gift [5.07]
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High Sparrow: The people who built this place didn't inflict their vanity on those who came after them, the way Baelor did with that great gelded monstrosity up there. Their faith was clean. Strip away the gold and the ornaments, knock down the statues and the pillars and this is what remains. Something simple, solid and true. The Tyrells' finery will be stripped away, their lies knocked down, their true hearts laid bare for all to see. And so it will be for all of us, high and low alike. What will we find when we strip away your finery? A young man came to us, not long ago, broken in body and spirit. He had so much to strip away, so much weighing him down. But, piece by piece, he unburdened himself. Let go of pride, vanity, sin. Now, his soul is so light, he will float through the Seven Heavens like a bird and he has much to say about you.
[Lancel Lannister enters. Cersei starts to exit, but the door opens and she is blocked by a tall Septa]
Cersei Lannister: Move. Let me go, immediately. You will order her to let me go! I am the Queen! I am the Queen, have you lost your mind? Let me go! Look at me! Look at my face. It's the last thing you'll see before you die.

  --  The Gift [5.07]
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Jorah Mormont: Your Grace, I want to say...
Daenerys Targaryen:  You will not speak. [to Tyrion] How do I know you are who you say you are?
Tyrion Lannister: If only I were otherwise.
Daenerys Targaryen: If you are Tyrion Lannister, why shouldn't I kill you to pay your family back for what it did to mine?
Tyrion Lannister: You want revenge against the Lannisters? I killed my mother, Joanna Lannister, on the day I was born. I killed my father, Tywin Lannister, with a bolt to the heart. I am the greatest Lannister killer of our time.
Daenerys Targaryen: So, I should welcome you into my service because you murdered members of your own family?
Tyrion Lannister: Into your service? Your Grace, we have only just met. It's too soon to know if you deserve my service.
Daenerys Targaryen: If you'd rather return to the fighting pits, just say the word.
Tyrion Lannister: When I was a young man, I heard a story about a baby born during the worst storm in living memory. She had no wealth, no lands, no army, only a name and a handful of supporters, most of whom probably thought they could use that name to benefit themselves. They kept her alive, moving her from place to place, often hours ahead of the men who'd been sent to kill her. She was eventually sold off to some warlord on the edge of the world and that appeared to be that. And then a few years later, the most well-informed person I knew told me that this girl without wealth, lands, or armies had somehow acquired all three in a very short span of time, along with three dragons. He thought she was our best, last chance to build a better world. I thought you were worth meeting at the very least.
Daenerys Targaryen: And why are you worth meeting? Why should I spend my time listening to you?
Tyrion Lannister: Because you cannot build a better world on your own. You have no one at your side who understands the land you want to rule. The strengths and weaknesses of the Houses that will either join or oppose you.
Daenerys Targaryen: I will have a very large army and very large dragons.
Tyrion Lannister: Killing and politics aren't always the same thing. When I served as Hand of the King, I did quite well with the latter considering the king in question preferred torturing animals to leading his people. I could do an even better job advising a ruler worth the name. If that is indeed what you are.
Daenerys Targaryen: So you want to advise me? Very well. What would you have me do with him? I swore I'd kill him if I ever saw him again.
Tyrion Lannister: I know.
Daenerys Targaryen: Why should the people trust a queen who can't keep her promises?
Tyrion Lannister: Whomever Ser Jorah was when he started informing on you, he is no longer that man. I can't remember ever seeing a sane man as devoted to anything as he is to serving you. He claims he would kill for you and die for you and nothing I ever witnessed gives me reason to doubt him. And yet he did betray you. Did he have an opportunity to confess his betrayal?
Daenerys Targaryen: Yes. Many opportunities.
Tyrion Lannister: And did he?
Daenerys Targaryen: No. Not until forced to do so.
Tyrion Lannister: He worships you. He is in love with you, I think. But he did not trust you with the truth. An unpleasant truth to be sure, but one of great significance to you. He did not trust that you would be wise enough to forgive him.
Daenerys Targaryen: Should I should kill him?
Tyrion Lannister: A ruler who kills those devoted to her is not a ruler who inspires devotion. And you're going to need to inspire devotion, and a lot of it, if you're ever going to rule across the Narrow Sea. But you cannot have him by your side when you do.
Daenerys Targaryen: [after a long silence] Remove Ser Jorah from the city.

  --  Hardhome [5.08]
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Sansa Stark: Why? Why Theon?
Theon Greyjoy: Not Theon. There is no Theon. Reek!
Sansa Stark: Reek! Why did you tell him, Reek?
Theon Greyjoy: I was helping you. You wanted to escape. There is no escape. Not ever. Theon Greyjoy tried to escape. The master knew. He knows everything. He hunted him. He caught him, strapped him to a cross, cut away piece after piece until there was no Theon left.
Sansa Stark: Good! If it weren't for you, I'd still have a family. If I could do to you what Ramsay did right here, right now, I would.
Theon Greyjoy: I deserved everything. I deserve to be Reek. I did terrible things. Turned on Robb...captured Winterfell...killed those boys.
Sansa Stark: They weren't "those boys", they were Bran and Rickon. They were your brothers. You've known them since they were born!
Theon Greyjoy: They weren't! They were only...
Sansa Stark: Only what?
Theon Greyjoy: I can't!
Sansa Stark: Tell me!
Theon Greyjoy: I can't! Not unless the master says...
Sansa Stark: Tell me! They weren't what?
Theon Greyjoy: They were only...
Sansa Stark: Tell me why Bran and Rickon should be gone while you still breath the air! [Grabs Theon by the face and shakes his head.] TELL IT TO MY FACE, THEON! TELL ME THAT THEY WEREN'T YOUR BROTHERS!
Theon Greyjoy: THEY WEREN'T BRAN AND RICKON! [Pause] I couldn't find them. It was two farm boys. I killed them and burned them so no one would know.
[Sansa releases Theon.]
Sansa Stark: You didn't?
[Theon shakes his head.]
Sansa Stark: Do you know where they went? Bran and Rickon?
Theon Greyjoy: I can't talk to you anymore.
Sansa Stark: Theon, you have to tell me. Do you have any idea where...
Theon Greyjoy: Not Theon! Reek!

  --  Hardhome [5.08]
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Bolton man: [About Stannis] Our scouts tell us he's got no more than 6,000 men. More than half of those are mounted however.
Roose Bolton: And how high do Stannis's horses jump? Our walls have been fully repaired. The gates have been reinforced. We have enough food for six months. We are more prepared for a siege than they could ever be. All we have to do is wait for them to freeze, starve, and mutiny.
[Roose notices his son Ramsay frowning.]
Roose Bolton: You disagree?
Ramsay Bolton: Stannis isn't from the North. You are, father. I think you're missing an opportunity to show the people of the North how House Bolton treats southern invaders.
Roose Bolton: And what do you recommend?
Ramsay Bolton: That we not sit and wait for Stannis to decide what sort of fight this is going to be. That we hit fast, and hit hard, and leave a feast for the crows.
Roose Bolton: A smart commander does not abandon a defensive advantage. As long as we stay behind these walls, they can't touch us. Not to mention the snow is so deep, we couldn't get an army through to engage them even if we wanted to.
Ramsay Bolton: I don't need an army. I need 20 good men.

  --  Hardhome [5.08]
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Daenerys Targaryen: So, have you decided yet?  Whether I'm worthy of your service?
Tyrion Lannister:  Have you decided yet whether you're going to have me killed?
Daenerys Targaryen: It's probably my safest option.
Tyrion Lannister: I can see why you would think so. It's what your father would have done.
Daenerys Targaryen: And what would your father have done?
Tyrion Lannister: My father, who publicly sentenced me to death? I'd say his thoughts on having me killed were abundantly clear.
Daenerys Targaryen: Is that why you killed him?
Tyrion Lannister: Someday, if you decide not to execute me...I'll tell you all about why I killed my father. And on that day, should it ever come, we'll need more wine than this.
Daenerys Targaryen: I know what my father was. What he did. I know the Mad King earned his name.
Tyrion Lannister: So here we sit. Two terrible children of two terrible fathers.
Daenerys Targaryen: I'm terrible?
Tyrion Lannister: I've heard stories.
Daenerys Targaryen: Why did you travel to the far side of the world to meet someone terrible?
Tyrion Lannister: To see if you were the right kind of terrible.
Daenerys Targaryen: Which kind is that?
Tyrion Lannister: The kind that prevents your people from being even more so.
Daenerys Targaryen: Well, I did re-open the fighting pits. Under my rule, murder will once again become entertainment.
Tyrion Lannister: Yes, that was wise. And you agreed to marry someone you loathe for the greater good. Very impressive. My own sister married someone she loathed as well. Though not by choice, and certainly not for the greater good, Gods forbid. She ended up having him killed.
Daenerys Targaryen: Perhaps it won't come to that.

  --  Hardhome [5.08]
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Daenerys Targaryen: Jorah sent my secrets to Varys. For twenty years, the Spider oversaw the campaign to find and kill me.
Tyrion Lannister: He did what he had to do to survive; he did a lot of other things as well, things he didn't have to do. I suspect he's the main reason you weren't slaughtered in your crib.
Daenerys Targaryen: But you trust him?
Tyrion Lannister: Yes, oddly. He may be the only person in the world I trust, except my brother.
Daenerys Targaryen: The brother who killed my father?
Tyrion: That's the one.
Daenerys Targaryen: Perhaps I will have you killed, after all.
Tyrion Lannister: Your Queenly prerogative. I'd given up on life until Varys convinced me you might be worth living for. You chop off my head? Well...my final days were interesting.
Daenerys Targaryen: I'm not going to kill you.
Tyrion Lannister: No? Banish me?
Daenerys Targaryen: No.
Tyrion Lannister: So, if I'm not going to be murdered and I'm not going to be banished...
Daenerys Targaryen: You're going to advise me. While you can still speak in complete sentences.
Tyrion Lannister: Advise you on what?
Daenerys Targaryen: How to get what I want.
Tyrion Lannister: The Iron Throne. Perhaps you should try wanting something else.
Daenerys Targaryen: If I want jokes, I'll get myself a proper fool.
Tyrion Lannister: I'm not entirely joking. There's more to the world than Westeros, after all. How many hundreds of thousands of lives have you changed for the better, here? Perhaps this is where you belong, where you can do the most good!
Daenerys Targaryen: I fought, so that no child born into Slaver's Bay would ever know what it meant to be bought or sold. I will continue that fight here, and beyond. But, this is not my home.
Tyrion Lannister: When you get back to your "home", who supports you?
Daenerys Targaryen: The common people.
Tyrion Lannister: Let's be generous, and assume that's going to happen. Here, in Slaver's Bay, you had the support of the common people and only the common people. What was that like? Ruling, without the rich? House Targaryen is gone. Not a single person who shares your blood is alive to support you. The Starks are gone, as well; our two terrible fathers saw to that. The remaining members of House Lannister will never back you, not ever. Stannis Baratheon won't back you, either; his entire claim to the throne rests on the illegitimacy of yours. That leaves the Tyrells: not impossible, not enough.
Daenerys Targaryen: Lannister, Targaryen, Baratheon, Stark, Tyrell. They're all just spokes on a wheel. This one's on top, then that one's on top, and on and on it spins, crushing those on the ground.
Tyrion Lannister: It's a beautiful dream: stopping the wheel. You're not the first person who's ever dreamt it.
Daenerys Targaryen: I'm not going to stop the wheel. I'm going to break the wheel.

  --  Hardhome [5.08]
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Davos Seaworth: You sent for me, Your Grace?
Stannis Baratheon: Find some healthy horses and a few knights to guard you. I'm sending you back to Castle Black. Tell the Lord Commander his King commands him to send food, supplies, fresh horses. In return, when I take the Throne, I'll make sure the Night's Watch has all the men it requires. He can guard all nineteen castles on the Wall, if he so wishes.
Davos Seaworth: Your Grace, you named me your Hand.
Stannis Baratheon: Yes.
Davos Seaworth: The King's Hand should never abandon the King, especially in times of war.
Stannis Baratheon: You're not abandoning me, you're obeying a command.
Davos Seaworth: A boy with a scroll could deliver this message.
Stannis Baratheon: And if Jon Snow refuses the boy with the scroll, what does the boy say? I didn't name you hand for your expertise in military matters. Ride for Castle Black, and don't come back empty-handed.
Davos Seaworth: Your Grace, perhaps Queen Selyse and Princess Shireen could accompany me.
Stannis Baratheon: My family stays with me.
Davos Seaworth: At least let me take Shireen! The siege is no place for a little girl.
Stannis Baratheon: My family stays with me.

  --  The Dance of Dragons [5.09]
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[Jaime is escorted into the palace of Sunspear by Areo Hotah; Doran, Myrcella, Ellaria and Trystane are already there, drinking Dornish wine]
Jaime Lannister: Prince Doran.
Doran Martell:  Forgive us, we started without you. Please sit.
Jaime Lannister: Princess Myrcella.
Myrcella Baratheon: Uncle.
Jaime Lannister: What a lovely dress.
Myrcella Baratheon: You don't like it?
Jaime Lannister: You must be cold.
Myrcella Baratheon: Not at all. The Dornish climate agrees with me.
Jaime Lannister: Prince Trystane. How's your jaw?
Trystane Martell: A flea-bite.
Ellaria Sand: What are you doing in Dorne?
Jaime Lannister: Looking after the safety of my niece, the Princess Myrcella.
Doran Martell: And rather than send a raven or speak to me directly, you decided to enter my country in secret and abduct our guest by force.
Jaime Lannister: We received a threatening message. The Princess's necklace, in the jaws of a viper.
Myrcella Baratheon: That necklace was stolen from my room.
Jaime Lannister: Ah, excellent. A last meal, before the beheading?
Doran Martell: Oh, I can't behead you. Many in Dorne want war but I've seen war. I've seen the bodies piled on the battlefields. I've seen the orphans starving in the cities. I don't want to lead my people into that Hell.
Ellaria Sand: No, you want to break bread with the Lannisters.
Doran Martell: And that is precisely what we're doing. Let us drink to Tommen, the First of His Name, King of the Andals and the First Men, Lord of the Seven Kingdoms! King Tommen insists on his sister's return to the Capital.
Jaime Lannister: I'm afraid he does.
Doran Martell: I cannot disobey my King's command. She will return with you, to King's Landing and my son, Prince Trystane, will accompany you both. If the alliance between Dorne and the Iron Throne is to continue, their engagement must stand.
Jaime Lannister: I accept.
Doran Martell: One more thing. My brother was named to the Small Council before his... death. Your father understood the importance of keeping Dorne in the fold. With Oberyn gone, Trystane will take his place on the Small Council.
Jaime Lannister: You have my word.
Ellaria Sand: The word of a Kingslayer! [to Doran] No wonder you can't stand; you have no spine!
Doran Martell: You are mother of four of my nieces, girls I love very much. For their sake, I hope you live a long and happy life. Speak to me that way again, and you won't. [releases her, Ellaria storms off]

  --  The Dance of Dragons [5.09]
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Ellaria Sand: [as Jaime writes a letter] You write like a seven-year-old.
Jaime Lannister: My maester kindly agreed to copy it over for me.
Ellaria Sand:  He didn't try to make you pay? [Jaime shakes his head]  Maybe he's changed. The Queen will be thrilled to know you're bringing her daughter home.
Jaime Lannister: She will.
Ellaria Sand: You love her very much, don't you?.
Jaime Lannister: Of course! She's my niece.
Ellaria Sand: I wasn't talking about her. You think I disapprove? Why? Because people disapprove of that sort of thing where you are from?  They disapproved of Oberyn and me, where you are from. Here no one blinked an eye. A hundred years ago, no one would have blinked an eye at you if you'd been named Targaryen. It's always changing, who we're supposed to love and who we're not. The only thing that stays the same is that we want who we want. I know your daughter had no part in the terrible thing that happened, to the man I loved. Perhaps, even you are innocent of that.

  --  The Dance of Dragons [5.09]
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[Stannis goes inside the tent to meet with his daughter]
Shireen Baratheon: Father.
Stannis Baratheon: Aren't you cold?
Shireen Baratheon: No.
Stannis Baratheon: What are you reading?
Shireen Baratheon: "The Dance of Dragons."
Stannis Baratheon: What's it about?
Shireen Baratheon: It's the story of the fight between Rhaenyra Targaryen and her half-brother Aegon for control over the Seven Kingdoms. Both of them thought they belonged on the Iron Throne. When people started declaring for one of them or the other, their fight divided the kingdoms in two. Brothers fought brothers, dragons fought dragons. By the time it was over, thousands were dead. And it was a disaster for the Targaryens as well. They never truly recovered.
Stannis Baratheon: "The Dance of Dragons"...Why is that a dance?
Shireen Baratheon: It's just what they call it.
Stannis Baratheon: Hmm, doesn't make much sense.
Shireen Baratheon: I think it's poetic.
Stannis Baratheon: If you had to choose between Rhaenyra and Aegon who would you have chosen?
Shireen Baratheon: I wouldn't have chosen either. It's all the choosing sides that made everything so horrible.
Stannis Baratheon: Sometimes a person has to choose. Sometimes the world forces his hand. If a man knows what he is and remains true to himself the choice is no choice at all. He must fulfill his destiny and become who he is meant to be. However much he may hate it.
Shireen Baratheon: It's all right, Father.
Stannis Baratheon: You don't even know what I'm talking about.
Shireen Baratheon: It doesn't matter. I want to help you. Is there any way I can help?
Stannis Baratheon: [coldly]...Yes, there is.
Shireen Baratheon: Good. I want to. I'm the Princess Shireen of House Baratheon. And I'm your daughter.
[Shireen embraces her father as he looks on]
Stannis Baratheon: ...Forgive me.

  --  The Dance of Dragons [5.09]
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Hizdahr zo Loraq: [about the fighting pits] You don't approve?
Tyrion Lannister: There's always been more than enough death in the world for my taste. I can do without it in my leisure time.
Hizdahr zo Loraq: Fair enough. Yet it's an unpleasant question, but what great thing has ever been accomplished without killing or cruelty?
Tyrion Lannister: It's easy to confuse what is with what ought to be, especially when what is has worked out in your favor.
Hizdahr zo Loraq: I'm not talking about myself. I'm talking about the necessary conditions for greatness.
Daenerys Targaryen: [gesturing to a slain fighter] That is greatness?
Hizdahr zo Loraq: That is a vital part of the great city of Meereen, which existed long before you or I and will remain standing long after we have returned to the dirt.
Tyrion Lannister: My father would have liked you.
Daenerys Targaryen: One day your great city will return to the dirt as well.
Hizdahr zo Loraq: At your command?
Daenerys Targaryen: If need be.
Hizdahr zo Loraq: And how many people will die to make this happen?
Daenerys Targaryen: If it comes to that, they will have died for a good reason.
Hizdahr zo Loraq: [indicates the fighters in the pit] Those men think they're dying for a good reason.
Daenerys Targaryen: Someone else's reason.
Hizdahr zo Loraq: So your reasons are true and theirs are false? They don't know their own minds but you do?
Tyrion Lannister: Well said. You're an eloquent man. Doesn't mean you're wrong. In my experience, eloquent men are right every bit as often as imbeciles.

  --  The Dance of Dragons [5.09]
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[Stannis, wounded in the Battle of Winterfell, collapses against a tree in the forests outside Winterfell. Looking up, he sees Brienne standing over him.]
Stannis Baratheon: Bolton has women fighting for him?
Brienne of Tarth: I don't fight for the Boltons. I'm Brienne of Tarth. I was Kingsguard to Renly Baratheon. I was there when he was murdered by a shadow with your face. You murdered him with blood magic?
Stannis Baratheon: I did.
Brienne of Tarth: [Steps forth and unsheathes Oathkeeper] In the name of Renly of House Baratheon, First of His Name, rightful King of the Andals and the First Men, Lord of the Seven Kingdoms and Protector of the Realm, I, Brienne of Tarth, sentence you to die. Do you have any last words?
Stannis Baratheon: Go on, do your duty. [after a pause, Brienne raises Oathkeeper and swings]

  --  Mother's Mercy [5.10]
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Myranda: My lady. I've come to escort you back to your chamber.
Theon Greyjoy: Go with her, please.
Sansa Stark: I know what Ramsay is. I know what he'll do to me. If I'm going to die, let it happen while there's still some of me left.
Myranda: Die? Who said anything about dying? You can't die. Your father was Warden of the North. Ramsay needs you. Though I suppose he doesn't need all of you. Just the parts he'll use to make his heir, until you've given him a boy or two and he's finished using them. Then he's got incredible plans for those parts. So, shall we wait for him to come back or should we begin now? You're leaving it to me? Good. Let's begin.
[Theon grabs Myranda by the waist as she fires her first arrow, making her miss Sansa.]
Myranda: Reek, stop! Stop!
[He pushes her off the catwalk, killing her. Theon and Sansa stare down at her body and then turn at the sound of a horn.]
Guard: Open the gate!
Theon Greyjoy: He's coming back.
[Theon takes Sansa's hand and leads her to the nearest balcony. Together they jump into a deep snowdrift]

  --  Mother's Mercy [5.10]
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[As Arya returns the face she stole from the Hall of Faces, she is confronted by Jaqen and the Waif.]
Jaqen H'ghar: A girl has taken a life. The wrong life.
The Waif: I was right about her.
Jaqen H'ghar: You were.
The Waif: You're not ready. Not at all.
Jaqen H'ghar: That man's life was not yours to take. A girl stole from the Many-Faced God. Now a debt is owed. [holds up a vial of poison from the Pool and removes the cork; horrified, Arya struggles as the Waif forces her closer]  Only death can pay for life.
[Jaqen lifts the vial and drinks it himself.  The Waif releases Arya, who stares up at Jaqen in horror as he collapses to the ground.]
Arya Stark: No!  No! No, you... don't die! Don't die!
The Waif: Why are you crying?
Arya Stark: He was my friend.
The Waif: No, he wasn't. Didn't you listen to him? [her voice changes to that of Jaqen] He was no one. [Arya spins around in shock to discover Jaqen, who had been using the Waif's face]
Arya Stark: But if you're... who's this?
Jaqen H'ghar: No one at all. Just as a girl should have been before she took a face from the Hall. The faces are for no one. You are still someone. And to someone, the faces are as good as poison.
[Arya removes several faces from the dead man, eventually discovering her own face. Her vision starts to blur.]
Arya Stark: I can't see. What's happening? What's happening?!

  --  Mother's Mercy [5.10]
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[As Tyrion is watching Jorah and Daario depart Meereen, Varys appears at his side]
Varys: Hello, old friend. (Tyrion turns to look at him and smiles) I thought we were so happy together, until you abandoned me.
Tyrion Lannister: I suppose there's no point asking how you found me.
Varys: The birds sing in the West, the birds sing in the East- if one knows how to listen. (pause) They tell me you've already found favor with the Mother of Dragons.
Tyrion Lannister: Well, she didn't execute me- so that's a promising start. Now, the heroes are off to find her- and I'm stuck here, trying to placate a city on the brink of civil war. Any advice for an old comrade?
Varys: Information is the key. You need to learn your enemy's strengths and strategies, you need to learn which of your friends are not your friends.
Tyrion Lannister:(deadpan)... If only I knew someone with a vast network of spies.
Varys: (smiles, deadpan) If only. (looks across Meereen) A grand old city- choking on violence, corruption and deceit. Who could possibly have any experience managing such a massive, ungainly beast?
Tyrion Lannister: (glances up at Varys, then looks out over Meereen)... I did miss you.
Varys: Oh, I know.

  --  Mother's Mercy [5.10]
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Cersei Lannister: I have sinned. I see that now. How could I have been so blind for so long? I want to be clean again. I want absolution. The Crone came to me with her lamp raised high and by its holy light...
High Sparrow: Do you wish to make a confession?
Cersei Lannister: Once I've confessed, will I be free?
High Sparrow: Your Grace will be dealt with according to her sins.
Cersei Lannister: The Mother have mercy then. I lay with a man outside the bonds of marriage. I confess.
High Sparrow: Name him.
Cersei Lannister: Lancel Lannister.
High Sparrow: Your cousin? And the King's squire?
Cersei Lannister: I was lonely and afraid.
High Sparrow: You had a husband.
Cersei Lannister: A husband off whoring every chance he...
High Sparrow: His sins do not pardon your own.
Cersei Lannister: May the Gods forgive me.
High Sparrow: Other men?
Cersei Lannister: No.
High Sparrow: No others.
Cersei Lannister: No
High Sparrow: Speaking falsehoods before the Gods is a great crime. You understand this?
Cersei Lannister: I do.
High Sparrow: There are those that say your children were not fathered by King Robert. That they are bastards born of incest and adultery.
Cersei Lannister: A lie. A lie from the lips of Stannis Baratheon. He wants the throne but his brother's children stand in his way, so he claims they are not his brother's. How filth! There is not one shed of truth to it. I deny it.
High Sparrow: Good. But these are terrible charges, and the Realm must know the truth of them. If your Grace has given honest testimony, your trial will prove your innocence.
Cersei Lannister: Trial? I have confessed.
High Sparrow: To a single sin. Others you have denied. Your trial will separate the truths from the falsehoods.
Cersei Lannister: I bowed to the wisdom of your High Holiness. But if I might beg for just one drop of the Mother's Mercy. I haven't seen my son...I don't know how long it's been. I need to see him please.
High Sparrow: You have taken the first step on the path back to righteousness. In light of this, I will permit you to return to the Red Keep.
Cersei Lannister: [Tearfully] Thank you. Thank you.
High Sparrow: The Mother is merciful. It is her you should thank.
Cersei Lannister: I will, I will. I swear it day or night.
High Sparrow: Good.
Cersei Lannister: Am I free to go?
High Sparrow: After your atonement.
Cersei Lannister: My atonement?

  --  Mother's Mercy [5.10]
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[Cersei, having made her walk of penance through King's Landing naked and covered in filth thrown at her, finally reaches the Red Keep.]
Qyburn:  Your Grace. [He hugs her shoulders as she leans against him, still sobbing; Pycelle looks disgusted.] It's good to have you back. Come, we'll take you inside. I need to have a look at those feet. [heavy footsteps are heard] May I have the honor of presenting the newest member of the Kingsguard? [The Mountain picks Cersei up and carries her into the castle with Qyburn walking them.] If it please Your Grace, he has taken a Holy vow of silence. He has sworn that he will not speak, until all His Graces' enemies are dead, and evil has been driven from the Realm.

  --  Mother's Mercy [5.10]
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Olly: Lord Commander. It's one of the Wildlings you brought back. Says he knows your Uncle Benjen. Says he's still alive.
Jon Snow: Are you sure he's talking about Benjen?
Olly: Said he was First Ranger. Said he knows where to find him.
[Jon rushes outside where Alliser Thorne is waiting.]
Alliser Thorne: Man says he saw your uncle at Hardhome at the last full moon.
Jon Snow: Could be lying.
Alliser Thorne: Could be. There are ways to find out.
Jon Snow: Where is he?
Alliser Thorne: Over there.
[Jon walks over to where a group of Watch men are gathered, only to find a sign with "TRAITOR" written on it. He turns around to find his brothers staring him down. Alliser makes the first move and stabs him.]
Alliser Thorne: For the Watch.
[Next Othell Yarwyck stabs Jon.]
Othell Yarwyck: For the Watch.
[Then Bowen Marsh stabs Jon.]
Bowen Marsh: For the Watch.
[A fourth mutineer stabs Jon.]
Fourth Mutineer: For the Watch.
[A fifth mutineer stabs Jon.]
Fifth mutineer: For the Watch.
[Jon falls to his knees. Lastly, Olly approaches with tears in his eyes.]
Jon Snow: Olly...
[After a moment of pause, Olly delivers the final blow to the heart.]
Olly: For the Watch.
[Jon stares at Olly one last time and falls back to the ground. Olly and the Watch men turn and leave him to die in the cold.]

  --  Mother's Mercy [5.10]
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[The rangers shout and argue amongst each other]
Alliser Thorne: [pounds table] You all know why you're here. Jon Snow is dead.
Ranger: Who killed him?
Alliser Thorne: I did. And Bowen Marsh and Othell Yarwyck, and the other officers in this castle.
Ranger: Murderers!
Ranger: Traitors!
[The rangers shout and argue amongst each other again]
Alliser Thorne: [pounds table again] Alright! We've committed treason, all of us! Jon Snow was my Lord Commander. I had no love for him, that was no secret. But I never once disobeyed an order. Loyalty is the foundation on which the Night's Watch is built and the Watch means everything to me. I have given my life - we've all given our lives - to the Night's Watch. Jon Snow was going to destroy the Night's Watch. He led the wildlings through our gates as no Lord Commander has ever done before. He gave them the very lands on which they reaved and raped and murdered. Lord Commander Snow did what he thought was right, I've no doubt about that. And what he thought was right would have been the end of us. He thrust a terrible choice upon us...and we made it.

  --  The Red Woman [6.01]
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[Ramsay views the dead body of his love, Myranda]
Maester Wolken: Shall I have a grave dug for her, my lord? Or would you rather the men build a pyre?
Ramsay Bolton: Buried, burned. She's good meat. Feed her to the hounds.

  --  The Red Woman [6.01]
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[Sansa and Theon survived an ambush in their escape from Winterfell, thanks to Brienne and Podrick]
Brienne of Tarth: [Kneels and places her sword on the snow in front of Sansa] Lady Sansa, I offer my services once again. I will shield your back and keep your counsel and give my life for yours, if need be. I swear it by the old gods and the new.
[Sansa, shaken, looks to Theon who nods in approval]
Sansa Stark: [Looks to Brienne] And I vow...that you shall always have a place by my h-hearth, and...
Podrick Payne: [Chimes in] Meat and mead at my table.
Sansa Stark: ...Meat and mead at my table. And I pledge...to ask no service of you that might bring you dishonor. I swear it by the old gods and the new. Arise.

  --  The Red Woman [6.01]
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Trystane Martell: I told you I'm not hungry.
Obara Sand: We're not here to feed you. We're here to kill you.
Nymeria Sand: You want her to do it? Or me?
Trystane Martell: We are family. I don't want to hurt you.
Nymeria Sand: Her or me?
[Trystane grabs his sword]
Trystane Maetell: You.
Nymeria Sand: Good.
Obara Sand: Smart boy.
[Trystane and Nymeria circle each other. Obara spears Trystane in the back of the head, killing him]
Nymeria Sand: You're a greedy bitch, you know that?

  --  The Red Woman [6.01]
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Jaime Lannister: You're a bold man.
High Sparrow: On the contrary. I fear a great deal. The father, the mother, the warrior. Do you know why we use these stones? To remind us not to fear death. We close our eyes on this world and open them in the next.
Jaime Lannister: You must long for the next life.
High Sparrow: [chuckles] In truth, I fear that too.
Jaime Lannister: You imprisoned and humiliated my sister!
High Sparrow: Your sister sought the gods' mercy and atoned for her sin.
Jaime Lannister: What about my sins? I broke a sacred oath and stabbed my king in the back. I killed my own cousin. When the gods judged my brother guilty, I helped him escape that justice. What atonement do I deserve.
[He puts his hand on his sword]
High Sparrow: You would spill blood in this holy place?
Jaime Lannister: The gods won't mind. They've spilled more blood than the rest of us combined.
High Sparrow: Go on then. I deserve it. We all do. We are weak, vain creatures. We live only by the mother's mercy.
[Numerous Sparrows enter the room and surround them]
Jaime Lannister: They should be closer if you mean for them to save you.
High Sparrow: I don't. They'd never reach me before you struck.
Jaime Lannister: I've fought against worse odds.
High Sparrow: No doubt many of us would fall. But who are we? Hm? We have no names, no family, everyone one of us is poor, powerless, and yet together we can overthrow an empire.

  --  Home [6.02]
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Alliser Thorne: You fucking traitor!
Eddison Tollet: The only traitors here are the ones who shoved their knives into their Lord Commander's heart.
Alliser Thorne: For thousands of years, the Night's Watch has held Castle Black against the Wildlings.
Tormund Giantsbane: Until you.

  --  Home [6.02]
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[As Tyrion approaches, two dragons, Viserion and Rhaegal, appear still shackled in their collars and approach with a roar.]
Tyrion Lannister: I'm friends with your mother. I'm here to help. Don't eat the help. When I was a child, an uncle asked what gift I wanted for my name day. I begged him for one of you. "It wouldn't even have to be a big dragon," I told him. "It could be little...like me."
[Puts down his torch and gently advances]
Tyrion: Everyone laughed like it was the funniest thing they had ever heard. Then my father told me the last dragon had died a century ago. I cried myself to sleep that night....But here you are.
[Tyrion removes the locking pin on the dragons' collars. The dragons, now unshackled, retreat back to the shadows as Tyrion picks up the torch and hastily retreats.]
Tyrion: [to Varys] Next time I have an idea like that...punch me in the face.

  --  Home [6.02]
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[Balon starts to cross a rope bridge amid a rainstorm. He notices a hooded figure blocking his way.]
Balon Greyjoy: Let me pass. You fool, move aside for your king.
[The hooded figure removes his hood, revealing himself.]
Euron Greyjoy: Haven't I always, brother?
Balon Greyjoy: I thought you'd be rotting under some foreign sea by now.
Euron Greyjoy: What is dead may never die. Has the custom changed since I've been gone? Aren't you supposed to repeat the words?
Balon Greyjoy: You can mock our god without my help.
Euron Greyjoy: I don't mock the Drowned God. I am the Drowned God. From Oldtown to Qarth, when men see my sails, they pray.
[Balon continues to cross the bridge.]
Euron Greyjoy: You're old, brother. You've had your time. Now, let another rule.
Balon Greyjoy: I heard you lost your mind during a storm on the Jade Sea. They tied you to the mast to keep you from jumping overboard.
Euron Greyjoy: They did.
Balon Greyjoy: And when the storm passed, you cut out their tongues.
Euron Greyjoy: I needed silence.
Balon Greyjoy: What kind of an ironborn loses his senses during a storm?
Euron Greyjoy: I am the storm, brother. The first storm and the last. And you're in my way.

  --  Home [6.02]
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Davos Seaworth: I assume you know why I'm here.
Melisandre: I will when you tell me.
Davos Seaworth: It's about the Lord Commander.
Melisandre: The former Lord Commander.
Davos Seaworth: Does he have to be?
Melisandre: What are you asking?
Davos Seaworth: Do you know of any magic that could help him? Bring him back.
Melisandre: If you want to help him, leave him be.
Davos Seaworth: Can it be done?
Melisandre: There are some with this power.
Davos Seaworth: How?
Melisandre: I don't know.
Davos Seaworth: Have you seen it done?
Melisandre: I met a man who came back from the dead, but the priest who did it...it shouldn't have been possible.
Davos Seaworth: But it was. It could be, now.
Melisandre: Not for me.
Davos Seaworth: Not for you? I saw you drink poison that should've killed you. I saw you give birth to a demon, made of shadows.
Melisandre: Everything I believed, the great victory I saw in the flames, all of it was a lie. You were right all along. The Lord never spoke to me.
Davos Seaworth: Fuck him, then. Fuck all of them. I'm not a devout man, obviously. Seven gods, drowned gods, tree gods, it's all the same. I'm not asking the Lord of Light for help. I'm asking the woman who showed me that miracles exist.
Melisandre: I never had this gift.
Davos Seaworth: Have you ever tried?

  --  Home [6.02]
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[Arya is praying before the Weirwood Face in the House of Black and White]
Jaqen H'ghar: If a girl tells me her name, I will give her eyes back.
Arya Stark:... A girl has no name.
Jaqen H'ghar: Come.
[He leads her to the pool, dips a small bowl into the poison water and gives it to her. Arya lifts it to her lips, then hesitates fearfully]
Jaqen H'ghar: If a girl is truly no one... she has nothing to fear.
[Arya pauses, then closes her eyes and drinks the water. When she opens her eyes a moment later, her blindness has gone]
Jaqen H'ghar: Who are you?
Arya Stark: No one.

  --  Oathbreaker [6.03]
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[Vala - a prostitute and Sons of the Harpy sympathizer - is brought to Varys]
Varys: If we could have the room.
[The Unsullied leave]
Varys: You look lovely today, my dear. You really do. How you climbed all those steps without breaking a sweat...
Vala: If you're going to torture me, just call them back and get on with it.
Varys: I am not a torturer. Though it so often is what people deserve. And it does provide answers, but they're usually the wrong answers. My job is to find the right answers. Do you know how I do that? I do it by making people happy. I'd like to make you happy, Vala. That's your name isn't it? Vala.
[Vala does not answer]
Varys: That's alright. I know who you are and what you've done. You've done a lot. You've sacrificed your body for a cause, which is more than most people do. And you've helped the Sons of the Harpy murder the Unsullied and the Second Sons.
Vala: The Unsullied and the Second Sons are foreign soldiers, brought here by a foreign queen to destroy our city and our history.
Varys: I understand. Well, that makes perfect sense...from your perspective. I have a different perspective, of course. I think it's important that you try to see things from my perspective just as I will try to see them from yours. Because that is the only way that I can make you and Dhom happy.
[Vala is unnerved]
Varys: That is how you pronounce it? Dhom? I'm afraid I don't really speak the language. Such a handsome boy. Those big, brown eyes. Good luck keeping the ladies away.
Vala: Yes, you're a true liberator, aren't you? You won't torture me, you'll just threaten my son.
Varys: Children are blameless. I have never hurt them. Your boy is in no immediate danger, this I swear to you. But between us, dear, you did conspire to kill the Queen's soldiers. We both know the penalty for that crime. How will poor Dhom get on without his mother? And with his breathing problem?
Vala: If I tell you anything, they kill me. So either you kill me or they do.
Varys: Yes, from your perspective, this is a problem. There is a third option, though. A ship leaving tomorrow for Pentos. I've already booked passage for a woman and her young son. I'll even throw in a bag of silver to help you start again. Though I'm afraid we'll have to ask one of our leather-clad friends back in to carry it. Far too heavy for me. The boat sails at dawn. You need to decide now. A new life for you and Dhom or...

  --  Oathbreaker [6.03]
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[Davos finds Jon, resurrected by Melisandre's spells]
Davos Seaworth: Easy, easy! Easy.
[Melisandre enters the room and stares at Jon, shocked]
Davos Seaworth: What do you remember?
Jon Snow: They stabbed me. Olly... he put a knife in my heart. I shouldn't be here.
Davos Seaworth: The Lady brought you back.
Melisandre: Afterwards... after they stabbed you, after you died. Where did you go? What did you see?
Jon Snow: Nothing. There was nothing at all.
Melisandre: The Lord let you come back for a reason. Stannis was not the Prince who was Promised, but someone has to be.
Davos Seaworth: Could you give us a moment? [Melisandre leaves] You were dead...and now you're not. And it's completely fucking mad, seems to me. I can only imagine how it seems to you.
Jon Snow: I did what I thought was right. And I got murdered for it. Now I'm back. Why?
Davos Seaworth: I don't know. Maybe we'll never know. What does it matter? You go on. You fight as long as you can, you clean up as much of the shit as you can.
Jon Snow: I don't know how to do that. I thought I did, but... I failed.
Davos Seaworth: Good. Now, go fail again.

  --  Oathbreaker [6.03]
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[Bran and the Three-Eyed Raven watch a young Ned and five others approach the Tower of Joy]
Bran Stark: That's my father.
Three-eyed Raven: And that man beside him is Howland Reed, Meera's father.
[Ser Gerold Hightower and Ser Arthur Dayne walk past Bran]
Bran Stark: Ser Arthur Dayne.
Three-eyed Raven: The Sword of the Morning.
Bran Stark: My father said he was the best swordsman he ever saw.
[Hightower and Dayne confront Ned and his group]
Arthur Dayne: Lord Stark.
Ned Stark: I looked for you on the Trident.
Arthur Dayne: We weren't there.
Gerold Hightower: Your friend, the Usurper, would lie beneath the ground if we had been.
Ned Stark: The Mad King is dead. Rhaegar lies beneath the ground. Why weren't you there to protect your prince?
Arthur Dayne: Our prince wanted us here.
Ned Stark: Where's my sister?
Arthur Dayne: I wish you good fortune in the wars to come. And now it begins.
Ned Stark:  No. Now it ends.
[The two sides draw swords and clash]
Bran Stark: [about Dayne] He's better than my father.
Three-eyed Raven: Far better.
Bran Stark: My father beat him.
Three-eyed Raven: Did he?
Bran Stark: I know he did. I heard the story a thousand times.
[Dayne disarms Ned. As he is about to finish him off, Howland stabs Dayne in the back of the neck.  Dayne falls to his knees, mortally wounded.]
Bran Stark: He stabbed him in the back.
[Ned grabs his sword and kills Dayne. Screams are suddenly heard from the tower. Ned runs towards it.]
Bran Stark: What's in the tower?
Three-eyed Raven: That's enough for one day. We visit again another time.
Bran Stark: I want to see where he's going.
Three-eyed Raven: Time to go.
Bran Stark: Father!

  --  Oathbreaker [6.03]
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Ramsay Bolton: The Umbers are a famously loyal house.
Harald Karstark: Famously loyal to the Starks.
Smalljon Umber: And you, Lord Karstark, your people share blood with the Starks, don't they?  But here we are. Times change.
Ramsay Bolton: When my father became Warden of the North, your house refused to pledge their banners.
Smalljon Umber: Your father was a cunt.
Ramsay Bolton: My beloved father, the Warden.
Smalljon Umber: Your father was a cunt and that's why you killed him. I might've done the same to my father have he hadn't done me the favor of dying on his own.
Ramsay Bolton: My father was poisoned by our enemies.
Smalljon Umber: Hmm.
Ramsay Bolton: Why have you come to Winterfell, Lord Umber?
Smalljon Umber: The bastard Jon Snow let an army of wildlings past the Wall. We're farther North than any of you fuckers. Wildlings come down, we always have to fight them first. I like fighting wildlings, been doing it all me life. But there are too many of them for us to beat back alone.
Ramsay Bolton: So now you've come seeking help.
Smalljon Umber: We need to help each other. The colder it gets, the farther south those goat fuckers will roam. Won't take 'em long to get here.
Ramsay Bolton: You think a horde of wildlings can take Winterfell?
Smalljon Umber: If they got Jon Snow leading them, maybe. He knows this place better than we ever will.
Ramsay Bolton: Pledge your banners to House Bolton. Swear loyalty to me as Warden of the North, and we will fight together to destroy the bastard and all his wildling friends.
Smalljon Umber: I'm not kissing your fucking hand.
Ramsay Bolton: Traditionally a bannerman kneels before his lord.
Smalljon Umber: I'm not doing that either.
Ramsay Bolton: Why would I trust a man who won't honor tradition?
Smalljon Umber: Your father honored tradition. Knelt for Robb Stark, called him King of the North. Was Robb Stark right to trust your father?
Ramsay Bolton: Then it appears we're at a bit of an impasse.
Smalljon Umber: Fuck kneeling and fuck oaths. I've got a gift for you.
Ramsay Bolton: A girl, I hope. I prefer redheads.
Smalljon Umber: A girl, aye. A wild one.
[Two hooded captives are brought in.  One hood is removed, revealing Osha]
Ramsay Bolton: I like them wild.
Smalljon Umber: And the boy. Nice and young. The way Karstark likes them.
Ramsay Bolton: Who is this?
Smalljon Umber: Rickon Stark.
Ramsay Bolton: How do I know that's Rickon Stark?
[Smalljon places the severed head of Shaggydog on a table. Ramsay grins wickedly]
Ramsay Bolton: Welcome home, Lord Stark.

  --  Oathbreaker [6.03]
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[Bowen Marsh, Othell Yarwyck, Ser Alliser Thorne, and Olly are about to be hanged.]
Jon Snow: If you have any last words, now is the time.
Bowen Marsh: You shouldn't be alive. It's not right.
Jon Snow: Neither was killing me.
[Jon moves to Othell.]
Othell Yarwick: My mother's still living at White Harbor. Could you write her? Tell her I died fighting the wildlings.
[Jon moves to Alliser.]
Alliser Thorne: I had a choice, Lord Commander. Betray you or betray the Night's Watch. You brought an army of wildlings into our lands. [looks to the wildlings] An army of murderers and raiders. If I had to do it all over knowing where I'd end up, I pray I'd make the right choice again.
Jon Snow: I'm sure you would, Ser Alliser.
Alliser Thorne: I fought. I lost. Now I rest. But you, Lord Snow, you'll be fighting their battles forever.
[Jon moves to Olly.  Olly stares stonily at Jon and says nothing. Jon cuts the rope, hanging all four.]
Eddison Tollett: We should burn the bodies.
Jon Snow: You should.
[Jon removes his black cloak and hands it to Edd.]
Eddison Tollett: What do you want me to do with this?
Jon Snow: Wear it. Burn it. Whatever you want. You have Castle Black. My watch is ended.

  --  Oathbreaker [6.03]
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Cersei Lannister: The Small Council meeting is postponed, on the King's orders.
Olenna Tyrell: I would have thought we were perfectly clear the first time. You're not welcome.
Cersei Lannister: You once spoke of your respect for our father, because he understood the necessity of working with one's rivals.
Olenna Tyrell: My dear, you have been stripped of your dignity and authority, publicly shamed, and confined to the Red Keep. What's left to work with?
Jaime Lannister: Cersei is the mother of the King. She has the King's ear and his trust. And, the King has been speaking regularly with the High Sparrow about Queen Margaery, and Ser Loras.
Cersei Lannister: The High Sparrow seized power, knowing full well we'd bicker among ourselves, instead of seizing it back. Here we are. Well done to us. Now, the future of the Seven Kingdoms rests in his dirty peasant hands. In a few days, he'll have a trial for me but, before that, Queen Margaery will make her walk of atonement. Yes. Margaery will repent her sins before the good people of the city.
Olenna Tyrell: Ohhh, no. That cannot happen. That will not happen.
Cersei Lannister: I agree.
Jaime Lannister: You've got the second largest army in Westeros. You will bring them into the city, stop Queen Margaery's humiliation before it starts, and take her back into Crown custody.
Kevan Lannister: The King has ordered me to take no action against the High Sparrow, or the Faith Militant- out of fear for the Queen's safety.
Jaime Lannister: You will take no action at all. When the Tyrell armies come, you will stand down. Were you expressly forbidden from standing down?
Kevan Lannister: No. But, if the King should call...
Jaime Lannister: The whole thing will be over before anyone can call upon you to do anything.  When the High Sparrow's back in custody or dead, preferably, and Margaery's back at Tommen's side, do you think the King will be angry at the outcome?
Cersei Lannister: You hate these fanatics as much as we do. You hate what they've done to your son. Do you want Lancel back? Or have you given him up for good?
Kevan Lannister: Of course I want him back.
Cersei Lannister: Then, stand aside. And let the people that took him from you be destroyed.
Kevan Lannister: If it doesn't go as planned the Sparrows have many friends in this city. We'll have civil war. Many will die.
Olenna Tyrell: Many will die, no matter what we do. Better them than us.

  --  Book of the Stranger [6.04]
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Sansa Stark: It's good soup. Do you remember those kidney pies Old Nan used to make?
Jon Snow: With the peas and onions. We never should have left Winterfell.
Sansa Stark: Don't you wish we could go back to the day we left? I want to scream at myself, "Don't go, you idiot!"
Jon Snow: How could we know?
Sansa Stark: I spent a lot of time thinking about what an ass I was to you. I wish I could change everything.
Jon Snow: We were children.
Sansa Stark: I was awful, just admit it.
Jon Snow: You were occasionally awful. I'm sure I can't have been great fun always sulking in the corner while the rest of you played.
Sansa Stark: Do you forgive me?
Jon Snow: There's nothing to forgive.
Sansa Stark: Forgive me.
Jon Snow: Alright, alright, I forgive you.
[The two laugh. Jon hands Sansa his cup of ale. Sansa takes a swig and coughs]
Jon Snow: You'd think after thousands of years the Night's Watch would learn how to make a good ale.
Sansa Stark: Mm. Where will you go?
Jon Snow: Where will we go? If I don't watch over you, father's ghost would come back and murder me.
Sansa Stark: Where will we go?
Jon Snow: I can't stay here after what happened.
Sansa Stark: There's only one place we can go: home.
Jon Snow: Well, should we tell the Boltons to pack up and leave?
Sansa Stark: We'll take it back from them.
Jon Snow: I don't have an army.
Sansa Stark: How many wildlings did you save?
Jon Snow: They didn't come here to serve me.
Sansa Stark: They owe you their lives.  Think they'll be safe here if Roose Bolton remains Warden of the North?
Jon Snow: Sansa...
Sansa Stark: Winterfell is our home. It's ours. And Arya's and Bran's and Rickon's. Wherever they are, we have to fight for it.
Jon Snow: I'm tired of fighting! It's all I've done since I've left home! I've killed brothers of the Night's Watch, I've killed wildlings, I've killed men I admire, I hung a boy younger than Bran! I fought...and I lost.
Sansa Stark: If you don't take back the North, we'll never be safe. I want you to help me, but I'll do it myself if I have to.

  --  Book of the Stranger [6.04]
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Jon Snow: [reading a letter from Ramsay] "To the traitor and bastard Jon Snow, you allowed thousands of wildlings past the Wall, you have betrayed your own kind, you have betrayed the North. Winterfell is mine, bastard. Come and see. Your brother Rickon is in my dungeon. His direwolf's skin is on my floor. Come and see. I want my bride back. Send her to me, bastard, and I will not trouble you or your wildling lovers. Keep her from me, and I will ride North and slaughter every wildling man, woman, and babe living under your protection. You will watch as I skin them living."
[Jon stops]
Sansa Stark: Go on.
Jon Snow: It's just more of the same.
[Sansa grabs the letter and reads it]
Sansa Stark: "You will watch as my soldiers take turns raping your sister, you will watch as my dogs devour your wild little brother, then I will spoon your eyes from their sockets and let my dogs do the rest. Come and see. Ramsay Bolton, Lord of Winterfell and Warden of the North."
Jon Snow: Lord of Winterfell and Warden of the North?
Sansa Stark: His father's dead. Ramsay killed him and now he has Rickon.
Jon Snow: We don't know that.
Sansa Stark: Yes we do.
Tormund Giantsbane: How many men does he have in his army?
Sansa Stark: I heard him say 5,000 once when he was talking about Stannis' attack.
Jon Snow: How many do you have?
Tormund Giantsbane: That can march and fight? 2,000. The rest are children and old people.
Sansa Stark: You're the son of the last true Warden of the North. Northern families are loyal, they'll fight for you if you ask. A monster has taken our home and our brother. We have to go back to Winterfell and save them both.
[Jon nods]

  --  Book of the Stranger [6.04]
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[Tyrion, Varys, Grey Worm, and Missandei all watch as a ship carrying slave masters from Yunkai, Astapor, and Volantis approaches.]
Grey Worm You invite the enemy into our city?
Tyrion I did. As a clever man once told me, we make peace with our enemies, not our friends.
Grey Worm I don't make peace with the Queen's enemies, I kill the Queen's enemies.
Tyrion Yes, that's the military approach. And how has that worked here in Meereen? I represent the diplomatic approach.
Missandei Our Queen tried to make peace with the Masters and they tried to murder her.
Tyrion We enter these negotiations with open eyes.Trust me, my own recent experience with slavery has taught me about the horrors of that institution.
Missandei How many days were you a slave?
Tyrion(Stammering) Long enough to know.
Missandei Not long enough to understand.

  --  Book of the Stranger [6.04]
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[The Khals of Khalar Vehven are discussing what to do with Daenerys.]
Daenerys Targaryen: Don't you want to know what I think?
Khal Moro: You'd rather be sold into slavery? Or maybe you'd like to show Rhalko here what you taste like?
Daenerys Targaryen: No. I don't want either of those things.
Khal Moro: We don't care what you want. This is the Temple of the Dosh Khaleen. You have no voice here, unless you are Dosh Khaleen. Which you are not, until we decide you are.
Daenerys Targaryen: I know where I am. I have been here before. This is where the Dosh Khaleen pronounced my child the Stallion Who Mounts the World.
Khal Moro: And what happened? You trusted a sorceress, like a fool. Your baby is dead because of you. And so is Khal Drogo.
Daenerys Targaryen: This is where Drogo promised to take his khalasar west to where the world ends. To ride wooden horses across the Black Salt Sea as no khal has done before. He promised to kill the men in their iron suits and tear down their stone houses. He swore to me before the Mother of Mountains.
Khal Moro: And you were dumb enough to believe him.
Daenerys Targaryen: And here, now, what great matters do the Great Khals discuss? Which little villages you'll raid, how many girls you'll get to fuck, how many horses you'll demand in tribute. You are small men. None of you are fit to lead the Dothraki. But I am. So I will.
[The Khals all start laughing.]
Khal Moro: All right. No Dosh Khaleen for you. Instead we'll take turns fucking you. And then we'll let our bloodriders fuck you. And if there's anything left of you, we'll give our horses a turn. You crazy cunt. Did you really think we would serve you?
[Daenerys puts her hand on a burning brazier and is not burnt by it.]
Daenerys Targaryen: You're not going to serve. You're going to die.
[Daenerys pushes the brazier over, lighting the entire temple on fire. The Dothraki assemble outside to watch the Temple burn. They witness Daenerys emerging from the burning temple naked and unburnt. They all bow.]

  --  Book of the Stranger [6.04]
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[Arya spars with the Waif in the catacombs below the House of Black and White; Arya is improving, but the Waif still eventually knocks her down]
The Waif: You're not ready. (smirks) You should go home, before it's too late.
[As she starts to walk away, Arya defiantly jumps back to her feet, raising her staff. The Waif pauses, then drops her own staff in a gesture of contempt. Arya attacks, but the Waif easily dodges her for a few moments, then kicks her, disarms her and punches her repeatedly in the face, knocking her down again]
The Waif: (sneering) You'll never be one of us, Lady Stark. (she notices Jaqen appear in the doorway behind her and withdraws; Arya hastily gets to her feet)
Jaqen H'ghar: ...She has a point. (he leads Arya into the Hall of Faces) None of the first Faceless Men were lords and ladies. They began as slaves, in the mines of Valyria.
Arya Stark: Who was the first?
Jaqen H'ghar: He was no one. The Many-Faced God taught him how to shed his face- and how to give the Gift. That man taught others, in exchange for their service. Many served; many more Gifts were given. Soon, all the Masters and Overseers were gone, and the Faceless Men fled.
Arya Stark: Where did they go?
Jaqen H'ghar: Here. They founded the Free City of Braavos. Built this House. (glances at the faces around them) These were the faces they wore, in life- when they were not wearing others. The first Faceless Men (Arya looks at the faces)... and now, a girl is one of them, if a girl desires.
Arya Stark: ...A girl has no desires. (Jaqen looks at her carefully, then holds up a vial of poisoned water from the Pool)... Who? (takes the vial)
Jaqen H'ghar: An actress- calls herself "Lady Crane". She performs at the theater in Cheva Square. (pause, coldly) A girl has been given a second chance. There will not be a third. One way or another, a face will be added to the Hall.

  --  The Door [6.05]
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Petyr Baelish: Sansa. Lady Brienne. When I heard you'd escaped Winterfell I feared the worst. You have no idea how happy I am to see you unharmed.
Sansa Stark: Unharmed? What're you doing here?
Petyr Baelish: I rode north with the knights of the Vale to come to your aid. They're encamped at Moat Cailin as we speak.
Sansa Stark: To come to my aid? Did you know about Ramsay? If you didn't know, you're an idiot. If you did know, you're my enemy. Would you like to hear about our wedding night? He never hurt my face. He needed my face; the face of Ned Stark's daughter. But the rest of me, he did what he liked with the rest of me as long as I could still give him an heir. What do you think he did?
Petyr Baelish: I can't begin to contemplate...
Sansa Stark: What do you think he did to me?
Brienne of Tarth: Lady Sansa asked you a question.
Petyr Baelish: He beat you.
Sansa Stark: Yes, he enjoyed that. What else do you think he did?
Petyr Baelish: Sansa...
Sansa Stark: What else?
Petyr Baelish: Did he touch you?
Sansa Stark: Maybe you did know about Ramsay all along.
Petyr Baelish: I didn't know.
Sansa Stark: I thought you knew everyone's secrets.
Petyr Baelish: I made a mistake. A horrible mistake. I underestimated a stranger.
Sansa Stark: The other things he did, ladies aren't supposed to talk about those things but I imagine brothel keepers talk about them all the time. I can still feel it. I don't mean, "In my tender heart, it still pains me so." I can still feel what he did in my body standing here right now.
Petyr Baelish: I'm...so sorry.
Sansa Stark: You said you would protect me.
Petyr Baelish: And I will. You must believe me when I tell you that I will.
Sansa Stark: I don't believe you anymore. I don't need you anymore, you can't protect me. You won't even be able to protect yourself if I tell Brienne to cut you down. And why shouldn't I?
Petyr Baelish: You want me to beg for your life? If that's what you want, I will. Whatever you ask that is in my power, I will do.
Sansa Stark: What if I want you to die here and now?
Petyr Baelish: Then I will die.
Sansa Stark: You freed me from the monsters who murdered my family and gave me to other monsters who murdered my family. Go back to Moat Cailin. My brother and I will take back the North on our own. I never want to see you again.
Petyr Baelish: I would do anything to undo what's been done to you. I know that I can't. Would you allow me to say one more thing before I go? Your great uncle, Brynden, the Blackfish, has gathered what remains of the Tully forces and retaken Riverrun. You might consider seeking him out. The time may come when you need an army loyal to you.
Sansa Stark: I have an army.
Petyr Baelish: Your brother's army. Half-brother.

  --  The Door [6.05]
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Aeron Greyjoy: We speak in the presence of the Drowned God. In his name, we gather today to choose a new king as our leader. Who makes a claim?
Yara Greyjoy: I am Yara Greyjoy, daughter of Balon Greyjoy, King of the Iron Islands. I claim the Salt Throne.
Ironborn: We never had a queen! Not once!
Yara Greyjoy: There are many things we've never done. We've never made our mark upon the world. The great lords of Westeros pay us no mind, until our little raids buzz through their kingdoms long enough to become a nuisance and they swat us down, they conquer us, humiliate us, and go right back to forgetting we exist. We are a sea people! Our god is a sea god. [The crowd cheers] When I am queen, we will build a fleet that...
Ironborn #2: You cannot be queen!
Yara Greyjoy: I am not finished!
Ironborn #2: Yes you are! A woman will not lead us, not when Balon's own male heir has returned!
[The crowd looks at Theon. Theon steps forward]
Theon Greyjoy: I am Theon Greyjoy, last living son of Balon Greyjoy. And she is your rightful ruler. Those of you that have sailed under her, and there are many of you here, you know what she is. She is a reaver, she is a warrior, she is ironborn! We will find no better leader! This is our queen.
[The crowd cheers, shouting "Yara! over and over]
Euron Greyjoy: I'm Euron Greyjoy! I claim the Salt Throne! Niece. Nephew. Little Theon. Heard you managed to fuck things right into the ground.  Captured a castle you couldn't keep, got yourself taken prisoner...even heard you have no cock. Which explains why you would think a woman can be king.
Yara Greyjoy: When did you return, uncle?
Euron Greyjoy: A few days ago. I had some things to take care of. Long overdue.
Yara Greyjoy: I'm glad you're here. Now I know what my first act as queen will be: to execute the man who killed my father.
Euron Greyjoy: I did. I killed him. Threw him right over a rope bridge. I watched him fall. He was leading us nowhere and we would still be heading there if it weren't for me. No one loved him, no one wanted to follow him, he led us into two wars we couldn't win. I apologize to you all for not killing him years ago.
Theon Greyjoy: That would've been hard to do. You weren't here. Last I heard you were galavanting around the world having a grand ol' time.
Euron Greyjoy: Galavanting? Is that the sort of thing you start to say once your dick gets chopped off? Did the great lords of Westeros teach you words like that?
Theon Greyjoy: You were gone. Yara was here. Being ironborn, leading ironborn, getting ready to bring us back to glory.
Euron Greyjoy: And how will she do that?
Yara Greyjoy: I will build the largest fleet the world has ever seen.
Euron Greyjoy: Bright idea, except I'm the one who's going to build the Iron Fleet because I'm the one who knows how to use it. I've been all over the world, I've seen more of it than all of you combined, and across the sea, there is a person who hates the great lords of Westeros just as much as we do. Someone with a large army, three large dragons, and no husband. I'm going to build that fleet and I'm going to galavant right over and give it to Daenerys Targaryen, along with my big cock.
Yara Greyjoy: You're going to seduce the Dragon Queen?
Euron Greyjoy: I'm not going to seduce her. The Iron Fleet will seduce her. And together we're going to take the Seven Kingdoms. I wasn't born to be king. I paid the iron price. And here I stand.
[The crowd cheers, shouting "Euron" over and over]

  --  The Door [6.05]
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[With Wights chasing them, Meera and Hodor escape the Cave of the Three-Eyed Raven with a comatose Bran. Hodor closes the door behind them]
Meera Reed: Hold the door!
[Hodor holds the door shut as the Wights try to break through.  In the vision, Bran hears Meera shouting, "Hold the door"]
Meera Reed: Hold the door!  Hold the door!
[In the vision, Wylis somehow hears Meera and is able to see Bran]
Meera Reed: Hold the door!
[Wylis enters a warg state and suffers a seizure, collapsing]
Meera Reed: Hold the door!
[Hodor struggles to hold the door]
Meera Reed: Hold the door!
Old Nan: Wylis!  What's the matter?
Meera Reed: Hold the door!
Old Nan: Come on, son.
Meera Reed: Hold the door!
Wylis: Hold the door!  Hold the door!  Hold the door!  Hold the door!  Hold the door!  Hold the door!  Hold the door!
[Meera escapes into the snow with Bran as the door begins to break.  Wights stab and claw Hodor, who continues to hold the door]
Wylis: Hold the door!  Hold the door!  Hold the door!  Hold the door!  Hold the door!  Hold the door!  Hold the door!  Hold the door!  Hold the door!  Hold door!  Hold door!  Hold the door!  Hold the door!  Hold door!  Hold door!  Hold door!  Hodor!  Hodor!  Hodor!  Hodor!  Hodor!  Hodor!

  --  The Door [6.05]
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High Sparrow: Lord Tyrell. Ser Jaime.
Jaime Lannister: Sorry to interrupt. We're here for Queen Margaery and Ser Loras Tyrell. Give them to us, and we'll be on our way.
High Sparrow: I don't have the authority to give them to you. And you don't have the authority to take them.
Jaime Lannister: I speak for King Tommen of House Baratheon, first of his name.
High Sparrow: The Gods don't recognize his authority in this matter.
Jaime Lannister: You've already insulted one Great House. It won't happen twice. Every last Sparrow will die before Margaery Tyrell walks down that street.
High Sparrow: To die in the service of the Gods would please each and every one of us. We yearn for it. But, there is no call for it today. There will be no Walk of Atonement. Queen Margaery has already atoned for her sins, by bringing another into the true light of the Seven.
[the Sparrows open the doors of the Sept, and King Tommen walks out followed by his Kingsguard, whose armor are now embossed with the Seven-pointed Star.]
High Sparrow: Together we announce a new age of harmony. A Holy alliance, between the Crown and the Faith.
Tommen Baratheon: The Crown and the Faith are the twin pillars on which the world rests. Together, we will restore the Seven Kingdoms to glory.
[the crowds cheer]
Mace Tyrell: What's happening?
Olenna Tyrell: He's beaten us! That's what happening.

  --  Blood of My Blood [6.06]
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Lady Crane: Girl... what are you doing back here?
Arya Stark: (unconvincingly) Nothing.
Lady Crane: I saw you the other day, in the audience. How many times have you seen this stupid play?
Arya Stark: Three times?
Lady Crane: Did you pay?
Arya Stark: (opens her mouth, then smiles and shakes her head) No. (she steps out of the way as several other actors pass her)
Lady Crane: I remember when the players came to my village. I didn't have any money, so I snuck in- just like you. (smiles) Saw the painted faces, the costumes, listened to the songs. Cried when the young lovers died in each other's arms. I ran off and joined them the next day- never looked back.
Arya Stark: (smiles) You're very good.
Lady Crane: (scoffs, puts her arm around Arya's shoulder and leads her away) My final speech is shit. But, to be fair to myself- which I always try to be- the writing's no good.
Arya Stark: So, change it. (looks up at her) It'd all just be farting and belching and slapping without you.
Lady Crane: (looks at her thoughtfully) How would you change it?
[Arya looks away for a moment, thinking of what she knows of Cersei]
Arya Stark:... The Queen loves her son. More than anything. And he was taken from her before she could say goodbye. She wouldn't just... cry. (pause) She would be angry. She would want to kill the person who did this to him.
Lady Crane: (stares at her)... What's your name?
Arya Stark:... Mercy.
Lady Crane:... You have very expressive eyes, Mercy. Wonderful eyebrows. Do you like pretending to be other people?
Arya Stark:...I have to go. My father's waiting for me.

  --  Blood of My Blood [6.06]
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Walder Frey: You've lost it?!
Walder Rivers: Yes father.
Walder Frey: It's a castle, not a bloody sheep. Presumably you still know where it is? You didn't lose Riverrun: you let the Blackfish take it from you!
Lothar Frey: He surprised us. He knows the castle better than anyone.
Walder Frey: You did lose the Blackfish after the Red Wedding. You had him right here in this hall and you let him leave. And when I told you to hunt him down and kill him, you couldn't find him! That's what it means to lose something! Now he's come back and taken Riverrun!
Walder Rivers: I don't think it's fair to blame us.
Walder Frey: For three hundred years, we kissed Tully boots, swore oaths to them and their stinking fish banners! Not again! Riverrun is ours! Take it back!
Lothar Frey: We don't have the men!
Walder Frey: We've got ten times as many men as the damned Blackfish!
Walder Rivers: The Mallisters have risen against us, and the Blackwoods!
Lothar Frey: The Brotherhood Without Banners is rallying the commoners against us, raiding our supply trains and camps!
Walder Rivers: Riverrun can withstand a siege for a year! [Furious, Walder Frey strikes his new child-bride]
Walder Frey: If I want excuses, I'll put her in charge! They're laughing at us! All across the Riverlands, right down to King's Landing, they're laughing at us! I hear it in my sleep! I'm not dead yet -unfortunately for you! - and I'll not leave this world until they all choke on that laughter! Take that castle back!
Lothar Frey: He'll never yield, Father.
Walder Frey: Oh, he'll yield. You'll show him the knife you used to kill Robb Stark's child in its whore mother's belly and you'll show him the knife you used to open his niece's throat. And you'll remind him who it was that got married at the Red Wedding in the first place! His nephew. [The guards bring in a chained Edmure Tully] Cheer up, Lord Edmure. You're going home.

  --  Blood of My Blood [6.06]
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[Daenerys appears before her Dothraki army, mounted on the back of her largest dragon, Drogon]
Daenerys Targaryen: Every khal who ever lived chose three bloodriders, to fight beside him and guard his way. But I am not a khal. I will not choose three bloodriders. I choose you all! I will ask more of you than any khal ever asked of his khalasar! Will you ride the wooden horses across the black salt sea? Will you kill my enemies in their iron suits and tear down their stone houses? [the Dothraki roar in affirmation] Will you give me the Seven Kingdoms, the gift Khal Drogo promised me before the Mother of Mountains? Are you with me? Now and always?
Dothraki: Khaleesi! Khaleesi! Khaleesi!

  --  Blood of My Blood [6.06]
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[Jaime interrupts the siege of Riverrun to parley with the Blackfish]
Brynden Tully: Kingslayer.
Jaime Lannister: Blackfish.
Brynden Tully: I assume you're here to fulfill the vow you gave my niece. I don't see Sansa and Arya.
Jaime Lannister: I don't have them.
Brynden Tully: Pity. Do you wish to resume your captivity?  [Jaime shakes his head] Then why're you here?
Jaime Lannister: You know why I'm here. This castle belongs to House Frey. You're trespassing. In the name of King Tommen, I order you to surrender or...
Brynden Tully: Or you'll kill Edmure? My nephew is marked for death no matter what. Hang him and be done with it.
Jaime Lannister: It won't stop with Edmure. You'll force me to storm the castle. Hundreds will die.
Brynden Tully: Hundreds of mine, thousands of yours...if you can breach the walls.
Jaime Lannister: We'll breach them and kill every last one of you, but if you surrender, I'll spare the lives of your men. On my honor.
Brynden Tully: Your honor? Bargaining with oathbreakers is like building on quicksand.
Jaime Lannister: The war is over, Ser. Why sacrifice living men to a lost cause?
Brynden Tully: As long as I am standing, the war is not over. This is my home. I was born in this castle and I'm ready to die in it. So you can either attack or try to starve us out. We have enough provisions for two years. Do you have two years, Kingslayer?
Jaime Lannister: You clearly have no intention of saving your men's lives! Why did you come treat with me?
Brynden Tully: Sieges are dull. And I wanted to see you in person, get the measure of you.
Jaime Lannister: Well, now you have.
Brynden Tully: Aye, now I have. I'm disappointed.

  --  The Broken Man [6.07]
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Theon Greyjoy: You think Uncle Euron's hunting for us?
Yara Greyjoy: Of course he is. As long as we're alive, we're a threat.
Theon Greyjoy: He'll find us.
Yara Greyjoy: It's a great big world, and we have fast ships. Drink.
Theon Greyjoy: I don't want any.
Yara Greyjoy: I don't care what you want. Drink. [Theon takes a quick sip] Drink it all. [he drinks more] You're Ironborn, Theon. I know you've had some bad years.
Theon Greyjoy: [incredulous] Bad years?
Yara Greyjoy: I'm tired of watching you cower like a beat dog! Drink the goddamn ale! [Theon does so] Now listen to me. I need you - the real Theon Greyjoy, not this ratshit pretender. Can you find him for me? Drink. [Theon drinks] You escaped, you hear me? You got away and you're never going back. We'll get justice for you.
Theon Greyjoy: If I got justice, my burnt body would hang over the gates of Winterfell.
Yara Greyjoy: Fuck justice, then, we'll get revenge. Drink. [Theon drinks again] Listen to me. If you're so broken that there's no coming back, take a knife and cut your wrists. End it. But if you're staying, Theon, I need you. We're gonna sail to Meereen. We're gonna make a pact with this... Dragon Queen, and we're gonna take back the Iron Islands. Are you with me? Are you really with me? [Theon nods. Relieved, Yara kisses his forehead, smiling] Now, since it's my last night ashore for a long while, I'm gonna go fuck the tits off this one.

  --  The Broken Man [6.07]
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Jon Snow: Lady Mormont.
Lyanna Mormont: Welcome to Bear Island.
Sansa Stark: I remember when you were born, my lady. You were named for my aunt Lyanna. They said she was a great beauty. I'm sure you will be, too.
Lyanna Mormont: I doubt it. My mother wasn't a great beauty or any other kind of beauty. She was a great warrior, though. She died fighting for your brother, Robb.
Jon Snow: I served under your uncle at Castle Black, Lady Lyanna. He was also a great warrior and an honorable man. I was his steward and...
Lyanna Mormont: I think we've had enough small talk. Why're you here?
Jon Snow: Stannis Baratheon garrisoned at Castle Black before he marched on Winterfell and was killed. He showed me the letter you wrote to him when he petitioned for men. It said...
Lyanna Mormont: I remember what it said. "Bear Island knows no king but the King in the North, whose name is Stark."
Jon Snow: Robb is gone, but House Stark is not, and it needs your support now more than ever. I've come with my sister to ask for House Mormont's allegiance.
[A maester whispers in Lyanna's ear]
Lyanna Mormont: As far as I understand you're a Snow, and Lady Sansa is a Bolton. Or is she a Lannister? I've heard conflicting reports.
Sansa Stark: I did what I had to do to survive, my lady, but I am a Stark. I will always be a Stark.
Lyanna Mormont: If you say so. In any case, you don't just want my allegiance. You want my fighting men.
Jon Snow: Ramsay Bolton cannot be allowed to keep Winterfell, my lady. It is our duty to stop him.  Even more so because he holds our brother Rickon Stark as prisoner. What you have to understand, my lady, is that...
Lyanna Mormont: I understand that I'm responsible for Bear Island and all who live here. So why should I sacrifice one more Mormont life for someone else's war?
Davos Seaworth: If it please, my lady, I understand how you feel.
Lyanna Mormont: I don't know you. Ser...?
Davos Seaworth: Davos, my lady. Of House Seaworth.
[Lyanna turns to her maester]
Davos Seaworth: You needn't ask your maester about my house. It's rather new.
Lyanna Mormont: Alright, Ser Davos of House Seaworth.  How is it you understand how I feel?
Davos Seaworth: You never thought you'd find yourself in your position, being responsible for so many lives at such a young age. I never thought I'd be in my position. I was a crabber's son, then I was a smuggler, and now I find myself addressing the lady of a great house in time of war. But I'm here because this isn't someone else's war. It's our war.
Lyanna Mormont: Go on, Ser Davos.
Davos Seaworth: Your uncle, Lord Commander Mormont, made that man his steward. He chose Jon to be his successor because he knew he had the courage to do what was right, even if it meant giving his life. Because Jeor Mormont and Jon Snow both understood that the real war isn't between a few squabbling houses. It's between the living and the dead, and make no mistake, my lady: the dead are coming.
Lyanna Mormont: [to Jon] Is this true?
Jon Snow: [nods] Your uncle fought them at the Fist of the First Men, I fought them at Hardhome. We both lost.
Davos Seaworth: As long as the Boltons hold Winterfell, the North is divided, and a divided North won't stand a chance against the Night King.  You want to protect your people, my lady, I understand. But there's no hiding from this. We have to fight and we need to do it together.
[The maester leans in to whisper, but Lyanna waves him off]
Lyanna Mormont: House Mormont has kept faith with House Stark for a thousand years. We will not break faith today.
Jon Snow: Thank you, my lady. How many fighting men can we expect?
[An advisor whispers in Lyanna's ear]
Lyanna Mormont: 62.
Jon Snow: 62?
Lyanna Mormont: We are not a large house, but we're a proud one, and every man from Bear Island fights with the strength of ten mainlanders.
Davos Seaworth: If they're half as ferocious as their Lady, the Boltons are doomed.

  --  The Broken Man [6.07]
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Cersei Lannister: I heard you were leaving King's Landing.
Olenna Tyrell: That is hardly your concern.
Cersei Lannister: Your grandson is still a prisoner - you'll leave him rotting in a cell.
Olenna Tyrell: Loras rots in a cell because of you. The High Sparrow rules this city because of you. Our two ancient Houses face collapse because of you and your stupidity.
Cersei Lannister: You're right. I made a terrible mistake. I carry it with me every single day.
Olenna Tyrell: Good.
Cersei Lannister: I delivered an army of fanatics onto our doorstep. And now we must fight them together. We need each other.
Olenna Tyrell: I wonder if you're the worst person I've ever met. At a certain age it's hard to recall, but the truly vile do stand out through the years. Do you remember the way you smirked at me when my grandson and granddaughter were dragged off to their cells? I do. I'll never forget it.
Cersei Lannister: You love your granddaughter. I love my son. It's the only truth I know. We must defend them.
Olenna Tyrell: I'm leaving this wretched city as fast as I can before that shoeless zealot throws me into one of his cells. If you're half as bright as you think you are, you'll find a way out of here, too.
Cersei Lannister: Never. I'll never leave my son.
Olenna Tyrell: What'll you do, then? You have no support. Not anymore. Your brother's gone. The High Sparrow saw to that. The rest of your family have abandoned you. The people despise you. You're surrounded by enemies, thousands of them. You're going to kill them all by yourself? You've lost, Cersei. It's the only joy I can find in all this misery.

  --  The Broken Man [6.07]
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Brother Ray: I think some of the men are afraid of you.
Sandor Clegane: I'm used to it. [sips his drink]
Brother Ray: When I found you, I thought you'd been dead for days. Well, you were stinkin' already, and you had bugs all over ya, and bone was comin' through, right there. [pokes the Hound's leg, right above his knee] Was gonna give you a proper burial, and then you coughed. Ha! Nearly shit meself. I reckoned you were gonna die by the time I loaded you on the wagon, but you didn't, and I reckoned you'd die a dozen more times over the next few days, but you didn't. What kept you goin'?
Sandor Clegane: Hate.
Brother Ray: No. There's a reason you're still here.
Sandor Clegane: Aye, there's a reason. I'm a big fucker and I'm tough to kill.
Brother Ray: No, a reason. Gods aren't done with you yet.
Sandor Clegane: I've heard that before. Man was talkin' about a different god, though.
Brother Ray: Well, maybe he was right. I don't know much about the gods.
Sandor Clegane: You're in the wrong line of work.
Brother Ray: Oh, there's plenty of pious sons of bitches who think they know the word of god, or gods. I don't. I don't even know their real names. Maybe it is the Seven, or maybe it's the Old Gods, or maybe it's the Lord of Light, or maybe they're all the same fuckin' thing. I don't know. What matters, I believe, is that there's something greater than us, and whatever it is, it's got plans for Sandor Clegane.
Sandor Clegane: You didn't know me back in my time. You don't know the things I've done.
Brother Ray: I've heard stories.
Sandor Clegane: If the gods are real, why haven't they punished me?
Brother Ray: They have.

  --  The Broken Man [6.07]
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[In the House of Black and White, Jaqen notices a thin trail of blood. He follows it into the Hall of Faces, where he finds a new, freshly-cut face in one of the pillars- the face of the Waif, with her eyes cut out]
Arya Stark: You told her to kill me? (Jaqen turns to find Arya pointing Needle at him)
Jaqen H'ghar: Yes. But here you are... and there she is. (steps towards her so that Needle pokes him in the chest)... Finally, a girl is no one.
Arya Stark: (firmly) A girl is Arya Stark of Winterfell... And I am going home.
[Jaqen stares at her for a long moment, then nods. She turns and leaves; he watches her go, smiling approvingly]

  --  No One [6.08]
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Thoros of Myr: Clegane. The fuck you doing here?
Sandor Clegane: [Pointing at their three captives] Chasing them. You?
Thoros of Myr: Hanging them.
Sandor Clegane: Any particular reason?
Beric Dondarrion: They're our men, or they were. They attacked a nearby sept and murdered the villagers. Why do you want them?
Sandor Clegane: Same reason. I was helping build it. They killed a friend of mine.
Thoros of Myr: You've got friends?
Sandor Clegane: Not anymore. They're mine.
Beric Dondarrion: It's the Brotherhood's good name they've dragged through the dirt.
Sandor Clegane: Fuck your name, they're mine. Killed you once before, Dondarrion, happy to do it again.
[An archer raises his bow.]
Sandor Clegane: Drop that arrow, you bloody girl. Tougher girls than you tried to kill me.
Beric Dondarrion: You can have one of them.
Sandor Clegane: Two.
[Beric and Thoros nod. The Hound prepares to kill one with his axe, but Thoros stops him.]
Thoros of Myr: No, no, no, no, no. We're not butchers. We hang them.
Sandor Clegane: Hanging? All over in an instant, where's the punishment in that?
Thoros of Myr: They die.
Sandor Clegane: [Tilting his head towards Beric] We all bloody die, except this one here. Well, let me gut one of them.
Beric Dondarrion: No.
Sandor Clegane: Chop off one hand.
Beric Dondarrion: We gave you two of the three out of respect for your loss. That's generous.
Sandor Clegane: Bunch of nancies. There was a time I would have killed all seven of you just to gut these three.
Thoros of Myr: You're getting old, Clegane.
Sandor Clegane: [nods to one of the prisoners] He's not.
[He kicks out the wooden stump from under the feet of the first man, hanging him. He places his foot on the second stump]
Lem: Please, don't. I'll give you anything.
[The Hound kicks the stump out mid-sentence and watches Lem chokes to death as the Brotherhood hangs the third man.]
Sandor Clegane: Got anything to eat?

  --  No One [6.08]
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Qyburn: Your Grace, several members of the Faith Militant have been permitted entry into the Red Keep.
Cersei Lannister: "Have been permitted". That's rather a tortured way of putting it.
Qyburn: They demand to see you, Your Grace.
Cersei Lannister: Who permitted them into the Red Keep? [Qyburn remains silent] The King is aware of their presence?
Qyburn: He is, Your Grace. He is currently in his chambers at prayer. [Cersei leaves her chambers]
Brother Lancel: Your Grace, His Holiness the High Septon wishes to speak with you at the Great Sept of Baelor.
Cersei Lannister: His Holiness the High Septon is welcome to see me here in the Red Keep.
Brother Lancel: Your Grace, this is not a request.
Cersei Lannister: It is a request, cousin Lancel. You are asking me for something, I am refusing.
Brother Lancel: The High Septon commands you. Are you sure you want to refuse him?
Cersei Lannister: He promised me I could stay in the Red Keep until my trial.
Brother Lancel: He made no such promises. If you refuse to come of your own free will...
Cersei Lannister: Get. Out. [Lancel motions for two of his men to seize her when the Mountain moves forward to block their path]
Brother Lancel: Move aside, ser. Order your man to step aside or there will be violence.
Cersei Lannister: I choose violence.
[One of the Faith Militant attempts to subdue the Mountain, only to be violently killed]
Cersei Lannister: Please tell His High Holiness he's always welcome to visit.

  --  No One [6.08]
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Missandei: [Sees Tyrion drinking] You seem happy.
Tyrion Lannister: I am happy.
[Tyrion puts down his drink and goes to the wine bottle]
Tyrion Lannister: You should both be happy as well. Not so long ago, this city was ready to devour itself. [Pours more wine to an empty glass] Now it's like a man reborn.
Missandei: I will be happy when our queen returns.
Tyrion Lannister: Why don't you drink? Why don't either of you ever drink? [Pours wine to another glass]
Grey Worm: Unsullied never drink.
Tyrion Lannister: Why not?
Grey Worm: Rules.
Tyrion Lannister: And who made these rules? Your former masters? [Grey Worm and Missandei looks to one another and says nothing] Those miserable old shits didn't want you to be human. Have a drink with me.
[Hands Grey Worm a glass which he takes. Grey Worm takes a smell of the wine which he finds unpleasant]
Tyrion Lannister: And you? What's your excuse? [Hands Missandei the other glass]
Missandei: I have tried wine before. It made me feel funny.
Tyrion Lannister: That's how you know it's working. Here's to our queen. [Raises his glass, sees no one else following] Anyone not drinking is disrespecting our queen. [Both raises their glasses] To Daenerys Stormborn, Mother of Dragons, Breaker of Chains, long may she reign.
Grey Worm and Missandei: Long may she reign. [Both take a sip while Tyrion gulps it down]
Tyrion Lannister: Do you like it?
Grey Worm: Tastes like it has turned.
Tyrion Lannister: [Goes to another wine bottle] Yes, yes. Fermentation. [Pours himself another glass] One day, after our queen has taken the Seven Kingdoms...I'd like to have my own vineyard. [ponders at the thought] Make my own wine. The Imp's Delight. Only my close friends could drink it. [Takes a sip] Tell me a joke, Missandei of Naath.
Missandei: I do not know any jokes.
Tyrion Lannister: Grey Worm? [Grey Worm stares with a blank expression] Right. Three lords walk into a tavern -a Stark, a Martell, and a Lannister. They order ale, but when the barkeep brings them over, each of them finds a fly in his cup. The Lannister, outraged, shoves the cup aside and demands another. The Martell plucks the fly out and swallows it whole. The Stark reaches into his cup, pulls out the fly and shouts, "Spit it out, you wee shit. Spit it out." [silent reaction] It's funnier in Westeros.
Grey Worm: The Starks and the Lannisters, I thought these were enemies.
Tyrion Lannister: Yes.
Missandei: [to Grey Worm] A joke is like a story, Torgo Nudho. Not a true story, necessarily.
Tyrion Lannister: A story that's supposed to make you laugh...ideally. Not at the moment, perhaps. [See Missandei take another sip] Missandei, do you like the wine?
Missandei: [Nods] I do.
Tyrion Lannister: Tell a joke.
Missandei: [Thinks for a moment] Two translators are on a sinking ship. The first says, "Do you know how to swim?" The second says, "No, but I can shout for help in 19 languages."
Tyrion Lannister: [Sees no reaction from anyone] Ah! [Laughs]
Grey Worm: [Deadpan] That is the worst joke I ever heard.
Missandei:  You don't even know what a joke is.
Grey Worm:  I am soldier all my life. You think I never hear joke?
Tyrion Lannister:  You lied to us.
Grey Worm: [Realizing] I make joke.
[Missandei laughs followed by Tyrion. Grey Worm sees Missandei laughing and cracks a smile.]
Missandei: [Laughing] More jokes.
Tyrion Lannister: I once walked into a brothel with a honeycomb and a jackass. The madam says -
[Before Tyrion finishes, bells were ringing, signifying the arrival of the slave masters]

  --  No One [6.08]
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Jaime Lannister: Lord Edmure. I apologise for the way the Freys treated you. A man of your birth deserves better. You have my word you'll be properly fed and clothed from now on...
Edmure Tully: My uncle will never surrender the castle, sir. Whatever game you're playing...
Jaime Lannister: The Blackfish is an old man. A good death is all he can hope for. You...you have a child now, I've heard. A son, sired on your wedding night. You're a potent man.
Edmure Tully: A son I've never met, born of a wife I haven't seen since our first night together.
Jaime Lannister: You should be with them both. I can arrange that, you realise; comfortable rooms for you at Casterly Rock, a tutor for your boy, with knights to train him to fight and to ride, and when he comes of age, he'll have a keep of his own.
Edmure Tully: Can you imagine yourself a decent person? Is that it? After you've massacred my family, kept me in a cell for years, stolen our lands!
Jaime Lannister: I remind you our Houses are at war. I'm sorry if this conflict has inconvenienced you but rebelling against the Crown does have consequences.
Edmure Tully: Says the man who shoved his sword through his king's back!
Jaime Lannister: Did I give you the impression this was a negotiation? It's not.
Edmure Tully: You understand, on some level. You understand you're an evil man.
Jaime Lannister: I'll leave the judgements to the gods.
Edmure Tully: Oh that is convenient for you. You're a fine looking fellow, aren't you? Your square jaw, your golden armour...tell me, I want to know, I truly do. How do you live with yourself? All of us have to believe that we're decent, don't we? You have to sleep at night. How do you tell yourself that you're decent, after everything that you've done?
Jaime Lannister: I was your sister's prisoner once. She hit me on the head with a rock, if I remember correctly.
Edmure Tully: [chuckles] She should have killed you.
Jaime Lannister: Perhaps, but she didn't. Catelyn Stark hated me like you hate me, but I didn't hate her. I admired her, far more than I did her husband or her son.
Edmure Tully: Do you think I care who you admire and who you don't?
Jaime Lannister: Maybe not, but I'm telling you anyway because you're my prisoner. You don't have a choice. The love she had for her children, I was a little awed by it. Reminded me of my sister.
Edmure Tully: Oh, now I see. You're a madman.
Jaime Lannister: I'm not here to trade insults. Your sister was...
Edmure Tully: Don't talk about Cat!
Jaime Lannister: I'll talk about whomever I want. She loved her children. I suppose all mothers do. Catelyn and Cersei, it's a fierceness you don't often see. They'd do anything to protect their babies; start a war, burn cities to ash, free their worst enemies. The things we do for love.
Edmure Tully: You didn't come here to talk about our sisters.
Jaime Lannister: That's exactly why I came here. I love Cersei. You can laugh at that if you want, you can sneer, it doesn't matter. She needs me, and to get back to her, I have to take Riverrun. I'll send for your baby boy...and I'll launch him into Riverrun with a catapult because you don't matter to me, Lord Edmure. Your son doesn't matter to me. The people in the castle don't matter to me...only Cersei. And if I have to slaughter every Tully who ever lived to get back to her, that's what I'll do.

  --  No One [6.08]
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[Jaqen at the House of Black and White follows a trail of blood to see a freshly-carved face of The Waif added to the hall.]
Arya Stark: [referring to The Waif] You told her to kill me.
Jaqen H'ghar: [turns to see Arya pointing Needle to his chest] Yes. But here you are. And there she is. Finally, a girl is No One.
Arya: A girl is Arya Stark of Winterfell. And I'm going home.

  --  No One [6.08]
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Razdahl mo Eraz: Once before, I offered you peace. If you had not been so arrogant, you could have returned to your homeland with a fleet of ships. Instead, you will flee Slaver's Bay on foot, like the Beggar Queen you are.
Tyrion Lannister: We are here to discuss terms of surrender, not to trade insults.
Yezzan zo Qaggaz: The terms are simple. You, and your foreign friends will abandon the Great Pyramid, and the City of Meereen. The Unsullied you stole from Kraznys mo Nakloz will remain, to be sold again to the highest bidder. The translator you stole from Kraznys mo Nakloz will remain, to be sold again to the highest bidder. The dragons beneath the Great Pyramid will be slaughtered.
Daenerys Targaryen: We obviously didn't communicate clearly. We are here to discuss your surrender, not mine.
Razdahl mo Eraz: I imagine it's difficult. Adjusting to the new reality. Your reign is over!
Daenerys Targaryen: My reign is just begun.
[Suddenly, Drogon flies over them, roaring. Dany climbs onto his back and they take off. Rhaegal and Viseryon join him flying over the attacking fleet]
Daenerys Targaryen: Dracarys.
[The three dragons attack a warship.]
Grey Worm: [addressing the Master's slave-guards, in Valyrian] You men have a choice: fight and die for the Masters, who would never fight and die for you, or go home to your families.
[after a brief pause, the guards drop their weapons and run away, leaving the shocked Masters surrounded by the Unsullied]
Tyrion Lannister: Thank you for the armada! Our Queen does love ships. Now... Last time we spoke, we made a pact. You violated that pact. You declared war upon us. And, though our Queen does have a forgiving nature, this... cannot be forgiven.
Missandei: Our Queen insists that one of you must die, as punishment for your crimes.
Tyrion Lannister: It always seems a bit abstract, doesn't it?  Other people dying.
[After a pause, Razdahl pushes Yezzan forward]
Razdahl mo Eraz: Him. He should die.
Third Master: Yes, him!
Razdahl mo Eraz: He's not one of us, He's an outsider, low-born! He does not speak for us.
Yezzan zo Qaggaz: Please. [falls to his knees] Please.
[Grey Worm cuts the throats of the other two Masters, leaving Yezzan alive.]
Tyrion Lannister: Tell your people what happened here. Tell them you live by the grace of Her Majesty. When they come forward with notions of retribution, or ideas about returning the slave-cities to their former glory...remind them what happened, when Daenerys Stormborn and her dragons came to Meereen.

  --  Battle of the Bastards [6.09]
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[Jon Snow arranges for a parley with Ramsay Bolton outside Winterfell]
Jon Snow:[to Sansa] You don't have to be here.
Sansa Stark: Yes I do.
Ramsay Bolton: My beloved wife. I have missed you terribly. [to Jon] Thank you, for returning Lady Bolton safely. Now, dismount and kneel before me. Surrender your army, and proclaim me the true Lord of Winterfell and Warden of the North. I will pardon you for deserting the Night's Watch, I will pardon these treasonous Lords for betraying my House. Come, bastard. You don't have the men, you don't have the horses. And you don't have Winterfell! Why lead those poor souls into slaughter? There's no need for a battle. Get off your horse... and kneel. [smirks] I am a man of mercy.
Jon Snow: You're right. There's no need for a battle. Thousands of men don't need to die. Only one of us. Let's end this the old way. You, against me.
[After a pause, Ramsay starts to laugh]
Ramsay Bolton: I keep hearing stories about you, bastard. The way people in the North talk about you, you're the greatest swordsman who ever walked! Maybe you are that good, maybe not. I don't know if I'd beat you, but I know that my army will beat yours. I have six thousand men, you have...what? Half that? Not even?
Jon Snow: [smiles] Aye, you have the numbers. Will your men want to fight for you, when they hear you wouldn't fight for them?
Ramsay Bolton: He's good. Very good. Tell me, will you let your little brother die because you're too proud to surrender?
Sansa Stark: How do we know you have him?
[Lord "Smalljon" Umber throws the head of Rickon's direwolf at Jon's feet.]
Ramsay Bolton: Now, if you want to sa--
Sansa Stark: You're going to die tomorrow, Lord Bolton. [the conviction in Sansa's voice momentarily stuns Ramsey] Sleep well. [she rides away]
Ramsay Bolton: [smiles] She's a fine woman, your sister. I look forward to having her back in my bed. And you're all fine-looking men. [laughs] My dogs are desperate to meet you. I haven't fed them for seven days, they're ravenous! I wonder which parts they'll try first? Your eyes? Your balls! We'll find out soon enough. In the morning, then... bastard.

  --  Battle of the Bastards [6.09]
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Tyrion Lannister: Last time we saw each other was at Winterfell, yes? You were making jokes about my height, I seem to recall. Everyone who makes a joke about a dwarf's height thinks he's the only person ever to make a joke about a dwarf's height. 'The height of nobility, a man of your stature, someone to look up to!' You're all making the same five or six jokes.
Theon Greyjoy: It was a long time ago.
Tyrion Lannister: It was! And how have things been going for you since then? Not so well, I gather. Can't imagine you would have murdered the Stark boys, if things had been going well-
Theon Greyjoy: I didn't murder the Stark boys. But I did things that were just as bad, and worse.
Yara Greyjoy: And he paid for them.
Tyrion Lannister: Doesn't seem like it. He's still alive. It was complicated, I know, growing up at Winterfell, not knowing quite who you were. But then, we all live complicated lives, don't we?
Daenerys Targaryen: You've brought us a hundred ships from the Iron Fleet, with men to sail them? In return, I expect you want me to support your claim to the Throne of the Iron Islands?
Theon Greyjoy: Not my claim. [nods at Yara] Hers.
Daenerys Targaryen: And, what's wrong with you?
Theon Greyjoy: I'm not fit to rule.
Tyrion Lannister: We can agree upon that, at least.
Daenerys Targaryen: Has the Iron Islands ever had a Queen, before?
Yara Greyjoy: No more than Westeros. [Dany smiles approvingly]
Theon Greyjoy: Our uncle, Euron, returned home after a long absence. He murdered our father and took the Salt Throne from Yara. He would have murdered us, if we'd stayed.
Daenerys Targaryen: Lord Tyrion tells me your father was a terrible King.
Yara Greyjoy: You and I have that in common.
Daenerys Targaryen: [nods] We do. And both murdered by a Usurper, as well. [to Tyrion] Will their ships be enough?
Tyrion Lannister: With the former Masters' fleet... Possibly. Barely. There are more than a hundred ships in the Iron Fleet.
Theon Greyjoy: There are, and Euron is building more. [to Dany] He's going to offer them to you.
Daenerys Targaryen: So why shouldn't I wait for him?
Theon Greyjoy: The Iron Fleet isn't all he's bringing. He also wants to give you...
Yara Greyjoy: "His big cock,"  I think, he said. Euron's offer is also one of marriage, you see. You wouldn't get one without the other.
Daenerys Targaryen: And, I imagine your offer is free of any marriage demands?
Yara Greyjoy: I never demand, but, I'm up for anything, really.
[Daenerys smiles back at her, coyly]
Theon Greyjoy: He murdered our father, and would have murdered us. He'll murder you, as soon as you have what he wants.
Tyrion Lannister: [nods] The Seven Kingdoms.
Theon Greyjoy: All of them.
Daenerys Targaryen: And you don't want the Seven Kingdoms?
Theon Greyjoy: Your ancestors defeated ours, took the Iron Islands. We ask you to give them back.
Daenerys Targaryen: And that's all?
Yara Greyjoy: We'd like you to help us murder an uncle or two, who don't think a woman's fit to rule.
Daenerys Targaryen: [smiles] Reasonable. [Yara smiles back]
Tyrion Lannister: What if everyone starts demanding their independence?
Daenerys Targaryen: She's not demanding; she's asking. The others are free to ask, as well.  Our fathers were evil men, all of us, here. They left the world worse than they found it. We're not going to do that. We're going to leave the world better than we found it. [to Yara] You will support my claim to the Seven Kingdoms and respect the integrity of the Seven Kingdoms. No more reaving, roving, raiding or raping.
Yara Greyjoy: That's our way of life.
Daenerys Targaryen: No more.
Yara Greyjoy: No more.

  --  Battle of the Bastards [6.09]
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Ramsay Bolton: Their army is gone.
Bolton Officer: Our army is gone.
Ramsay Bolton: We have Winterfell. They don't have men for a siege. All we have to do is wait.

  --  Battle of the Bastards [6.09]
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Ramsay Bolton: [in the kennels] Ah. Sansa. Hello, Sansa. Is this where I'll be staying now? [Sansa stares silently at him, and he shakes his head, smirking] No. Our time together is about to come to an end. That's all right. You can't kill me. I'm part of you now.
Sansa Stark: Your words will disappear. Your house will disappear. Your name will disappear. All memory of you will disappear.
[Sansa opens the doors of his hounds' kennels. One of them emerges from its cage, growling quietly, and approaches him]
Ramsay Bolton: My hounds will never harm me.
Sansa Stark: You haven't fed them in seven days. You said it yourself.
Ramsay Bolton: They're loyal beasts.
Sansa Stark:  They were. Now, they're starving.
[Two more hounds emerge and come to sniff at his face]
Ramsay Bolton: [hisses] Sit. [the hound begins licking his bloody face hungrily] Down. Down! Down! Down! Down!
[Ramsay screams as his hounds begin devouring him face-first; Sansa walks away smiling]

  --  Battle of the Bastards [6.09]
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[Tyrion is sitting in the Throne Room of the Great Pyramid and drinking, when Dany emerges from her apartments, having told Daario he will be staying in Meereen]
Tyrion Lannister: How did he take it?
Daenerys Targaryen: (descending from the dais) No tears.
Tyrion Lannister: I know that was hard for you. You turned away a man who truly loves you, because you knew he'd have been a liability in the Seven Kingdoms. (Dany approaches him) That's the kind of self-sacrifice that makes for a good ruler, if it's any consolation.
Daenerys Targaryen: It's not.
Tyrion Lannister: No- I suppose not. I'm terrible at consoling.
Daenerys Targaryen: (sits next to him) Yes, you really are.
Tyrion Lannister:... All right. How about the fact, that this is actually happening? You have your armies, you have your ships, you have your dragons... Everything you ever wanted, since you were old enough to want anything. It's all yours, for the taking. (pause) Are you afraid? (Dany glances at him and nods) Good. You're in the Great Game, now- and the Great Game is terrifying. The only people who aren't afraid of failure are madmen, like your father. (Dany gives him a pensive look)
Daenerys Targaryen:... Do you know what frightens me? I said farewell to a man who loves me... a man I thought I cared for... and I felt nothing. (looks away) Just impatient to get on with it.
Tyrion Lannister: (shakes his head slowly) He wasn't the first to love you... and he won't be the last. (Dany stands up)
Daenerys Targaryen: Well... You have completely failed to console me. (Tyrion looks up at her)
Tyrion Lannister: For what it's worth, I've been a cynic for as long as I can remember. Everyone's always asking me to believe in things. Family, Gods, kings, myself. It was often tempting, until I saw where belief got people. (pause, sets down his cup) So, I said 'no, thank you' to belief... and yet, here I am. (stands, looks her in the eye) I believe in you. (pause, smiles) It's embarrassing, really. I'd swear you my sword, but... I don't actually own a sword.
Daenerys Targaryen: (smiles) It's your counsel that I need.
Tyrion Lannister: It's yours- now, and always.
Daenerys Targaryen: (nods)...Good. I, erm... I had something made for you. (she withdraws a badge in the shape of a hand from her robe) I'm- I'm not sure if it's right... (Tyrion stares at the badge as she pins it to the front of his vest) Tyrion Lannister... I name you Hand of the Queen.
[Tyrion looks up at her, his eyes brimming with tears, then kneels before her to pledge his loyalty]

  --  The Winds of Winter [6.10]
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[Davos storms into the great hall of Winterfell and throws Shireen's burnt stag figurine to Melisandre]
Jon Snow: What is that?
Davos Seaworth: Tell him! Tell him who it belonged to.
Melisandre: The Princess Shireen.
Davos Seaworth: Tell him what you did to her! TELL HIM!
Melisandre: We burnt her at the stake.
[Jon looks horrified]
Davos Seaworth: [tearfully] Why?
Melisandre: The army was trapped, the horses were dying! It was the only way.
Davos Seaworth: You burned a little girl alive!
Melisandre: I only do what my Lord commands me!
Davos Seaworth: If he commands you to burn children, your lord is evil!
Melisandre: We are standing here because of him. Jon Snow is alive because the Lord willed it.
Davos Seaworth: I loved that girl! Like she was my own! She was good, she was kind and you killed her!
Melisandre: So did her father. So did her mother. Her own blood knew it was the only way!
Davos Seaworth: The only way for what? They all died anyway! You told everyone Stannis was the one, you had him believing it, all of them fooled, and you lied!
Melisandre: I didn't lie! I was wrong.
Davos Seaworth: Aye. You were wrong. How many died because you were wrong? [to Jon] I ask your leave to execute this woman for murder. She admits to the crime.
Jon Snow: Do you have anything to say for yourself?
Melisandre: I've been ready to die for many years. If the Lord was done with me, so be it, but he's not. You've seen the Night King, Jon Snow.  You know the great war is still to come. You know the army of the dead will be upon us soon. And you know I can help you win that war.
Jon Snow: [stares at Melisandre for a moment] Ride south today. If you return to the North, I'll have you hanged as a murderer.
Davos Seaworth: If you ever come back this way, I'll execute you myself!

  --  The Winds of Winter [6.10]
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[Sansa meets up with Jon outside as he watches Melisandre ride south alone...]
Jon Snow: I'm having the lord's chamber prepared for you.
Sansa Stark: Mother and Father's room? You should take it.
Jon Snow: I'm not a Stark.
Sansa Stark: You are to me.
Jon Snow: You're the Lady of Winterfell. You deserve it. We're standing here because of you. The battle was lost until the Knights of the Vale rode in. They came because of you. You told me Lord Baelish sold you to the Boltons.
Sansa Stark: He did.
Jon Snow: And you trust him?
Sansa Stark: [chuckles] Only a fool would trust Littlefinger. I should have told you about him, about the Knights of the Vale. I'm sorry.
Jon Snow: We need to trust each other. We can't fight a war amongst ourselves. We have so many enemies now. [starts to walk away]
Sansa Stark: Jon. A raven came from the Citadel. A white raven...Winter is here.
Jon Snow: [smiles and looks to the sky] Well, Father always promised, didn't he?

  --  The Winds of Winter [6.10]
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Olenna Tyrell: The last time a Tyrell came to Dorne, he was assassinated. A 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? Barbero?
Obara Sand: Obara.
Olenna Tyrell: 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. [Glances at Tyene] Anything from you? 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.
Olenna Tyrell: And what is my "heart's desire?"
Ellaria Sand: Vengeance. Justice.
[Varys enters]
Varys: Fire and Blood.

  --  The Winds of Winter [6.10]
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Yohn Royce: You can't expect the Knights of the Vale to side with Wildling invaders!
Tormund Giantsbane: We didn't invade. We were invited.
Yohn Royce: Not by me.
Jon Snow: The Free Folk, the Northerners and the Knights of the Vale fought together. We fought bravely and we won. My father used to say, "We find our true friends on the battlefield."
Cley Cerwyn: The Boltons are defeated. The war is over! Winter has come. If the Maesters are right, it'll be the coldest one in a thousand years. We should ride home, and wait out the coming storms.
Jon Snow: The war is not over. And I promise you, friend, the true enemy won't wait out the storm. He brings the storm.
Lyanna Mormont: Your son was butchered at the Red Wedding, Lord Manderly, but you refused the call. You swore allegiance to House Stark, Lord Glover but in their hour of greatest need, you refused the call. And you, Lord Cerwyn. Your father was skinned alive by Ramsay Bolton. Still, you refused the call. But House Mormont remembers. The North remembers! We know no king but the King in the North, whose name is Stark. I don't care if he's a bastard. Ned Stark's blood runs through his veins. He's my King, from this day until his last day!
Wyman Manderly: Lady Mormont speaks harshly... and truly. My son died for Robb Stark, the Young Wolf. I didn't think we'd find another King, in my lifetime. I didn't commit my men to your cause... because, I didn't want more Manderlys dying for nothing. But, I was wrong. Jon Snow avenged the Red Wedding! He is the White Wolf. [draws his sword and kneels to Jon] The King in the North!
[the Northern lords begin nodding approvingly]
Robett Glover: I did not fight beside you in the field. And will regret that until my dying day. A man... can only admit when he was wrong, and ask forgiveness.
Jon Snow: There's nothing to forgive, my Lord.
Robett Glover: There will be more fights to come. House Glover will stand behind House Stark, as we have for a thousand years! And I will stand behind Jon Snow. [draws his sword and raises to Jon] The King in the North! [kneels as all the other Lords cheer, rise and draw their blades]
Northern/Vale Lords: THE KING IN THE NORTH! THE KING IN THE NORTH! THE KING IN THE NORTH! THE KING IN THE NORTH! THE KING IN THE NORTH!

  --  The Winds of Winter [6.10]
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Cersei Lannister: [pouring wine onto Septa Unella's face] Confess. [Unella struggles] Confess. Confess. Confess... it felt good. Beating me. Starving me. Frightening me, humiliating me. You didn't do it because you cared about my atonement. You did it because it felt good. I understand. I do things because they feel good. I drink, because it feels good. I killed my husband, because it felt good to be rid of him. I fuck my brother, because it feels good to feel him inside me. I lie about fucking my brother, because it feels good to keep our son safe from hateful hypocrites. I killed your High Sparrow... and all his little sparrows... all his septons, all his septas, all his filthy soldiers... because it felt good to watch them burn. It felt good to imagine their shock and their pain. No thought has ever given me greater joy. [chuckles] Even confessing feels good, under the right circumstances. You've always been quiet. I said my face would be the last thing you saw before you died, do you remember?
Septa Unella: Good. I'm glad to see your face. I'm ready to meet the Gods.
Cersei Lannister: What? Now? Today? [smirking] You're not going to die today. You're not going to die for quite a while. Ser Gregor. This is Ser Gregor Clegane. He's quiet, too. [Ser Gregor removes his helmet] Your Gods have forsaken you. This is your god now.
[As Cersei leaves and closes the door behind her, Unella begins screaming]
Cersei Lannister: [smirking] Shame. Shame. Shame.

  --  The Winds of Winter [6.10]
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Tyrion Lannister: [referring to her rejection of Daario] How did he take it?
Daenerys Targaryen: No tears.
Tyrion Lannister: I know it was hard for you. You turned away a man who truly loves you because he would have been a liability in the Seven Kingdoms. That's the kind of self-sacrifice that makes for a good ruler, if it's any consolation.
Daenerys Targaryen: It's not.
Tyrion Lannister: No, I suppose not. I'm terrible at consoling.
Daenerys Targaryen: Yes, you really are.
Tyrion Lannister: All right, how about the fact that this is actually happening? You have your armies, you have your ships, you have your dragons. Everything you've ever wanted since you were old enough to want anything, it's all yours for the taking. Are you afraid? [Dany nods] Good. You're in the great game now. And the great game's terrifying. The only people who aren't afraid of failure are madmen like your father.
Daenerys Targaryen: Do you know what frightens me? I said farewell to a man who loves me. A man I thought I cared for. And I felt nothing. Just impatient to get on with it.
Tyrion Lannister: He wasn't the first to love you, and he won't be the last.
Daenerys Targaryen: Well, you have completely failed to console me.
Tyrion Lannister: For what it's worth, I've been a cynic for as long as I can remember. Everyone's always asking me to believe in things-family, gods, kings, myself. It was often tempting until I saw where belief got people. So I said, "No, thank you," to belief. And yet, here I am. I believe in you. It's embarrassing, really. I'd swear you my sword, but I don't actually own a sword.
Daenerys Targaryen: It's your counsel I need.
Tyrion Lannister: It's yours. Now and always.
Daenerys Targaryen:  Good. [pulls out an item] I, um, I had something made for you. I'm...I'm not sure if it's right.
[Dany attaches the item to Tyrion's lapel, where it was revealed to be the brooch of The Hand]
Daenerys Targaryen: Tyrion Lannister, I name you Hand of the Queen.
[Tyrion bends in one knee and bows]

  --  The Winds of Winter [6.10]
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Walder Frey: You're not one of mine.
Serving Girl: No, My Lord.
Walder Frey: Didn't think so. Too pretty.
[Lord Walder smacks her bottom. The Serving Girl winces.]
Walder Frey: Where are my damn moron sons? Black Walder and Lothar promised to be here by mid-day.
Serving Girl: They're here, My Lord.
Walder Frey: Well, what are they doing? Trimming their cunt hairs? Tell them to come here! Now!
Serving Girl: They're already here, My Lord.
[Lord Walder looks around the empty hall, confused. The Serving Girl points to the slice of meat pie he's been eating.]
Serving Girl: Here, My Lord.
[Lord Walder lifts up the crust of the pie. Among the filling of chopped meat is obviously a human finger. He gags in disgust.]
Serving Girl: They weren't easy to carve. Especially Black Walder.
Walder Frey: What...What...?
[Lord Walder turns to the Serving Girl...who takes off her face as if it were a mask, revealing her true identity]
Arya Stark: My name is Arya Stark. I want you to know that. The last thing you're ever going to see is a Stark, smiling down at you, as you die.
[Lord Walder tries to get out of his chair, but Arya grabs him by the hair, pulls him back, and slits his throat.]

  --  The Winds of Winter [6.10]
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Walder Frey: You're wondering why I brought you all here. After all, we just had a feast. Since when does old Walder give two feasts in a single fortnight? Well, it's no good being Lord of the Riverlands if you can't celebrate with your family, that's what I say! I've gathered every Frey that means anything so that I can tell you my plans for this Great House, now that winter has come. But first...a toast!
House Frey: Aye!
Walder Frey: No more of that Dornish horse-piss!  This is the finest Arbor Gold. Proper wine for proper heroes!
House Frey: Hear, hear!
Walder Frey: Stand together!
House Frey: Stand together!
[They drink, but Walder halts his own cup inches from his lips, watching them. Kitty Frey attempts to take a cup and drink but Walder stops her.]
Walder Frey: Not you. I'm not wasting good wine on a damn woman. [To his men] Maybe I'm not the most pleasant man, I'll admit it. But I'm proud of you lot.  You're my family. The men who helped me slaughter the Starks at the Red Wedding. [they all start cheering] Yes, yes. Cheer. Brave men, all of you. Butchered a woman, pregnant with her baby. Cut the throat of a mother of five. Slaughtered your guests after inviting them into your home.
[Several of the Freys begin to cough]
Walder Frey: But... you didn't slaughter every one of the Starks. No, no- that was your mistake. You should've ripped them all out, root and stem!
[The Freys all begin choking, many of them vomiting blood and collapsing]
Walder Frey: Leave one wolf alive, and the sheep are never safe.
[As the last of the Freys collapse dead on the floor, Walder reaches up and removes his face, revealing that "he" is actually Arya Stark, who turns to a terrified Kitty Frey.]
Arya Stark: When people ask you what happened here, tell them the North remembers. Tell them winter came for House Frey.

  --  Dragonstone [7.01]
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Jon Snow: You are my sister, but I am King, now.
Sansa Stark: Will you start wearing a crown?
Jon Snow: When you question my decisions in front of the other Lords and Ladies, you undermine me!
Sansa Stark: So I can't question your decisions anymore?!
Jon Snow: Of course you can!  But-
Sansa Stark: Joffrey never let anyone question his authority. You think he was a good King?
Jon Snow: Do you think I'm Joffrey?
Sansa Stark: You're as far from Joffrey as anyone I've ever met.
Jon Snow: Thank you.
Sansa Stark: You're good at this, you know.
Jon Snow: At what?
Sansa Stark: At ruling.
Jon Snow: No.
Sansa Stark: You are! You are. They respect you, they really do, but... [Jon smirks] Why are you laughing?
Jon Snow: What did Father use to say? "Everything before the word 'but' is horse-shit."
Sansa Stark: He never said that to me.
Jon Snow: No. No, he never cursed in front of his girls.
Sansa Stark: Because he was trying to protect us. He never wanted us to see how dirty the world really is, but... Father couldn't protect me, and neither could you. So stop trying.
Jon Snow: All right. I'll stop trying to protect you, and you stop trying to undermine me.
Sansa Stark: I'm not trying to undermine you! You have to be smarter than Father. You need to be smarter than Robb. I loved them, I miss them both, but they made stupid mistakes, and they lost their heads for it!
Jon Snow: And how should I be smarter? By listening to you?
Sansa Stark: Would that be so terrible?
[Maester Wolkan approaches]
Maester Wolkan: A raven from King's Landing, Your Grace.
[Wolkan bows and leaves as Jon unrolls the scroll]
Jon Snow: "Cersei of House Lannister, First of Her Name, Queen of the Andals and the First Men, Protector of the Seven Kingdoms..."
Sansa Stark: What does she want?
Jon Snow: "Come to King's Landing. Bend the knee, or suffer the fate of all traitors."
Sansa Stark: You've been so consumed with the enemy to the north that you've forgotten about the one to the south.
Jon Snow: I'm concerned with the Night King because I've seen him. And, believe me, you'd think of little else if you had, too.
Sansa Stark: We still have a Wall between us and the Night King; there's nothing between us and Cersei.
Jon Snow: There's a thousand miles between us and Cersei. Winter is here, the Lannisters are a southern army. They've never ranged this far North.
Sansa Stark: You're the military man but I know her. If you're her enemy, she'll never stop until she's destroyed you. Everyone who's ever crossed her, she's found a way to murder.
Jon Snow: You almost sound as if you admire her.
Sansa Stark: I learned a great deal from her.

  --  Dragonstone [7.01]
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[Cersei is having a floor-map of Westeros renewed. Jaime arrives and observes for a moment, then nods at the painter, who leaves]
Jaime Lannister: What is this?
Cersei Lannister: It's what we've been waiting for our whole lives. It's what Father trained us for, whether he knew it or not.
Jaime Lannister: He knew it. Made me memorize every damn city, town, lake, forest, and mountain.
Cersei Lannister: It's ours now. We just have to take it. You've been quiet since you came home. Are you angry with me?
Jaime Lannister:  No, not angry.
Cersei Lannister: Are you afraid of me?
Jaime Lannister: Should I be?
Cersei Lannister: Daenerys Targaryen has chosen Tyrion to be her Hand. Right now, they're sailing across the Narrow Sea, hoping to take back her father's throne. Our little brother, the one you love so much. The one you set free. The one who murdered our father, and our firstborn son. Now, he stands beside our enemies and gives them counsel. He's out there, somewhere, at the head of an armada. Where will they land?
Jaime Lannister: Dragonstone. They have deep water ports for their ships. Stannis left the castle unoccupied, and that's where she was born.
Cersei Lannister: Enemies to the east. Enemies to the south, Ellaria Sand and her brood of bitches. Enemies to the west, Olenna, the old cunt, another traitor. Enemies to the North. Ned Stark's bastard has been named King in the North, and that murdering whore Sansa stands beside him. Enemies everywhere, we're surrounded by traitors. You're in command of the Lannister army now. How do we proceed?
Jaime Lannister: Winter is here. We can't win a war if we can't feed our men and our horses. The Tyrells have the grain, the Tyrells have the livestock.
Cersei Lannister: Will the Tyrell bannermen stand alongside a Dothraki horde, and Unsullied slave soldiers?
Jaime Lannister: If they think Daenerys will win. No one wants to fight on the losing side. Right now, we look like the losing side.
Cersei Lannister: I'm the Queen of the Seven Kingdoms.
Jaime Lannister: Three Kingdoms, at best. I'm not sure you understand how much danger we're in.
Cersei Lannister: I understand we're in a war for survival. I understand whoever loses dies. I understand that whoever wins could launch a dynasty that could last a thousand years.
Jaime Lannister: A dynasty for whom? Our children are dead. We're the last of us.
Cersei Lannister: A dynasty for us, then.
Jaime Lannister: We never talked about Tommen.
[Cersei hurriedly walks over to the wine and pours herself a glass]
Cersei Lannister: There's nothing to say.
Jaime Lannister: Our baby boy killed himself.
Cersei Lannister: He betrayed me. He betrayed us both. [Jaime shakes his head at her in disbelief] Should we spend our days mourning the dead? Mother, Father, and all our children?
Jaime Lannister: Cersei...
Cersei Lannister: I loved them, I did! But they're ashes now, and we're still flesh and blood. We're the last Lannisters. The last ones who count.
Jaime Lannister: Even Lannisters can't survive without allies. Where are our allies now? You saw what happened to Walder Frey and his family.
Cersei Lannister: I heard. How could we ever trust a man like that?
Jaime Lannister: We couldn't. He was a useless, old coward but the Freys supported us. Now, they're all dead. Whoever killed them is no friend of ours. We need allies. Stronger, better allies.  We can't win this war alone.
Cersei Lannister: You think I listened to Father for forty years and learned nothing?

  --  Dragonstone [7.01]
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[Cersei and Jaime watch a fleet bearing the Greyjoy sigil approach King's Landing]
Jaime Lannister: You invited the Greyjoys to King's Landing?
Cersei Lannister: Not all of them.
Jaime Lannister: Well it looks like all of them.
Cersei Lannister: I invited Euron Greyjoy, the new King of the Iron Islands. You said yourself we need stronger, better allies. There you are.
Jaime Lannister: How are they better allies? How are they different from the Freys? They both broke their promises and murdered their former friends as soon as it suited them.
Cersei Lannister: So does everyone, when it suits them. Unlike the Freys, they have ships, and they're good at killing.
Jaime Lannister: They're not good at anything. I know the Ironborn. They're bitter, angry little people. All they know how to do is steal the things they can't build or grow themselves.
Cersei Lannister: Euron Greyjoy didn't come here for that.
Jaime Lannister: What did he come here for, then?
Cersei Lannister: A queen.

  --  Dragonstone [7.01]
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Euron Greyjoy: The moment I was chosen Lord of the Iron Islands, they turned on me, their own uncle! They stole my best ships and ran, sailed them right across the world and gave them to the Dragon Queen, so she could bring her armies here to attack you. It's nothing compared to the treason you've suffered at the hands of a family member, from what I hear, but still, it bothers me. Murdering them would make me feel a lot better...and since it appears that all our treasonous family members are fighting for the same side, I thought we rightful monarchs could murder them together!
Jaime Lannister: You're not a rightful monarch though, are you? The Greyjoys rebelled against the throne for the right to be monarchs, but as I recall, you were soundly defeated. Come to think of it, weren't you the one who started that rebellion by sailing to Casterly Rock and burning the Lannister fleet? You certainly caught us there. Very smart move on your part. Of course, we all made it to the Iron Islands anyway. I was there.
Euron Greyjoy: I remember very well; I saw you. I heard so much talk: 'The best in the world, no one can stop him'. I didn't believe it to be honest, but I must say, when you rushed through the breach and started cutting people down, it was glorious! Like a dance.
Jaime Lannister: The people I was cutting down were your own kin!
Euron Greyjoy: Place was getting crowded. I enjoyed watching it, I truly did.
Jaime Lannister: And I enjoyed killing Greyjoys.
Euron Greyjoy: A good thing for me. If you hadn't crushed us, I wouldn't have gone into exile, and if I hadn't done that, I wouldn't be the greatest captain on the fourteen seas!
Cersei Lannister: If not the most humble.
Euron Greyjoy: You're not humble. [Cersei inclines her head, conceding the point] You're the Queen of a great nation. You don't care about the Iron Islands. There are nothing but rocks and bird shit there and a lot of very unattractive people. The Iron Fleet, on the other hand...that's something else entirely. It's the greatest armada Westeros has ever seen; with the Iron Fleet, you own the seas! You can defeat the invaders in the east and the pretenders in the north and south.
Cersei Lannister: What do you want in return?
Euron Greyjoy: Ever since I was a little boy, I wanted to grow up and marry the most beautiful woman in the world. So here I am, with a thousand ships...and two good hands!
Cersei Lannister: I decline your proposal.
Euron Greyjoy: Why?
Cersei Lannister: You're not trustworthy. You've broken promises to allies before and murdered them at the nearest opportunity. You murdered your own brother.
Euron Greyjoy: You should try it. It feels wonderful! I don't expect you to trust me outright. You need proof of my honest intentions. In my experience, the surest way to a woman's heart is with a gift, a priceless gift. I won't return to King's Landing until I have that for you.

  --  Dragonstone [7.01]
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Daenerys Targaryen: You served my father, didn't you, Lord Varys?
Varys:  I did.
Daenerys Targaryen: And then you served the man who overthrew him?
Varys:  I had a choice, Your Grace. Serve Robert Baratheon, or face the headsman's ax.
Daenerys Targaryen: But you didn't serve him long. You turned against him.
Varys: Robert was an improvement on your father, to be sure. There have been few rulers in history as cruel as the Mad King. Robert was neither mad nor cruel; he simply had no interest in being King.
Daenerys Targaryen: So, you took it upon yourself to find a better one?
Tyrion Lannister:  Your Grace, when I was ready to drink myself into a small coffin, Lord Varys told me about a queen in the East...
Daenerys Targaryen: Before I came to power, you favored my brother. All your spies, your little birds, did they tell you Viserys was cruel, stupid and weak? Would those qualities have made for a good King, in your learned opinion?
Varys: Until your marriage to Khal Drogo, Your Grace, I knew nothing about you, save your existence and that you were said to be beautiful.
Daenerys Targaryen: So, you and your friends traded me, like a prize horse, to the Dothraki?
Varys: Which you turned to your advantage.
Daenerys Targaryen: Who gave the order to kill me?
Varys: King Robert.
Daenerys Targaryen: Who hired the assassins? Who sent word to Essos to murder Daenerys Targaryen?
Varys: Your Grace, I did what had to be done...
Daenerys Targaryen: To keep yourself alive?
Tyrion Lannister: Lord Varys has proven himself a loyal servant.
Daenerys Targaryen: "Proven himself loyal?" Quite the opposite. If he dislikes one monarch, he conspires to crown the next one. What kind of a servant is that?
Varys: The kind the Realm needs. Incompetence should not be rewarded with blind loyalty. As long as I have my eyes, I'll use them. I wasn't born into a Great House. I came from nothing. I was sold as a slave, and carved up as an offering. When I was a child I lived in alleys, gutters, abandoned houses. You wish to know where my loyalties lie? Not with any King or Queen, but with the people. The people who suffer under despots and prosper under just rule. The people whose hearts you aim to win! If you demand blind allegiance... I respect your wishes. Grey Worm can behead me, or your dragons can devour me. But if you let me live, I will serve you well; I will dedicate myself to seeing you on the Iron Throne, because I choose you. Because I know that the people have no better chance than you.
Daenerys Targaryen: Swear this to me, Varys. If you ever think I'm failing the people, you won't conspire behind my back. You'll look me in the eye, as you have done today, and you'll tell me how I am failing them.
Varys: I swear it, my Queen.
Daenerys Targaryen: And I swear this: if you ever betray me, I'll burn you alive.
Varys: [smiles] I would expect nothing less from the Mother of Dragons.

  --  Stormborn [7.02]
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Jaime Lannister: Thank you for coming. The other lords of the Reach look to you for guidance now more than ever; they might not have come if you hadn't.
Randyll Tarly: If my queen summons me, I answer the call. And I've heard what she does to those who defy her.
Jaime Lannister: You ride for Horn Hill today?
Randyll Tarly: I have an army to mobilize. Won't be long before the fighting starts.
Jaime Lannister: And which side will you be fighting for? You were the only man to defeat Robert Baratheon in battle. Not even Rhaegar Targaryen could...
Randyll Tarly: It is a long ride back to the Reach, Ser Jaime. How may I serve?
Jaime Lannister: I want you to be my ranking general in the wars to come. I want you to swear allegiance to Cersei, and I want you to help me destroy her enemies. All her enemies.
Randyll Tarly: Including Olenna Tyrell? I'm a Tarly. That name means something. We're not oathbreakers, we're not schemers. We don't stab our rivals in the back or cut their throats at weddings. I swore an oath to House Tyrell.
Jaime Lannister: You swore an oath to the Crown as well, Lord Tarly.
Randyll Tarly: I've known Olenna since I was a child.
Jaime Lannister: She was a great woman once. Now, she's broken. She wants revenge so badly, she brought the Dothraki to our shores. The Dothraki. In Westeros, for the first time in history. I know you don't like my sister, but you have to make a choice. Do you fight with us, or with the foreign savages and eunuchs? When the war is won, the Queen will need a new Warden of the South. I can think of no better man than Randyll Tarly.

  --  Stormborn [7.02]
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Yara Greyjoy: If you want the Iron Throne, take it. We have an army, a fleet and three dragons. We should hit King's Landing now, hard, with everything we have. The city will fall within a day.
Tyrion Lannister: If we turn the dragons loose, tens of thousands will die in the firestorms.
Ellaria Sand: It's called war. You don't have the stomach for it, scurry back into hiding.
Tyrion Lannister: I know how you wage war. We don't poison little girls here. Myrcella was innocent.
Ellaria Sand: She was a Lannister. There are no innocent Lannisters. My greatest regret is that Oberyn died fighting for you.
Daenerys Targaryen: That's enough! Lord Tyrion is Hand of the Queen; you will treat him with respect. I am not here to be queen of the ashes.
Olenna Tyrell: That's very nice to hear. Of course, I can't remember a queen who was better loved than my granddaughter. The common people loved her; the nobles loved her. And what is left of her now? Ashes. Commoners, nobles, they're all just children, really. They won't obey you unless they fear you.

  --  Stormborn [7.02]
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Daenerys Targaryen: I realize you're here out of hatred for Cersei, and not love for me. But I swear to you, she will pay for what she's done.  And we will bring peace back to Westeros.
Olenna Tyrell: Peace. Do you think that's what we had under your father? Or his father, or his? Peace never lasts, my dear. Will you take a bit of advice from an old woman? [Daenerys nods] He's a clever man, your Hand. I've known a great many clever men. I've outlived them all. You know why? I ignored them. The Lords of Westeros are sheep. Are you a sheep? [Daenerys shakes her head.] No, you're a dragon. Be a dragon.

  --  Stormborn [7.02]
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Jon Snow: You all crowned me your King. I never wanted it. I never asked for it. But I accepted it because the North is my home! It's part of me, and I will never stop fighting for it, no matter the odds! But the odds are against us. None of you have seen the Army of the Dead. None of you.  We can never hope to defeat them alone.  We need allies. Powerful allies. I know it's a risk, but I know I have to take it.
Sansa Stark: Then send an emmissary! Don't go yourself!
Jon Snow:  Daenerys is a Queen. Only a King can convince her to help us. It has to be me.
Sansa Stark: You're abandoning your people!  You're abandoning your home.
Jon Snow: I'm leaving both in good hands.
Sansa Stark: Whose?!
Jon Snow: Yours. You're my sister, you're the only Stark in Winterfell. Until I return, the North is yours.

  --  Stormborn [7.02]
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Tyrion Lannister: And Sansa? I hear she's alive and well.
Jon Snow: She is.
Tyrion Lannister: Does she miss me, terribly? [Jon scowls at him] A sham marriage... and unconsummated.
Jon Snow: I didn't ask.
Tyrion Lannister: Well, it was. Wasn't. Anyway, she's much smarter than she lets on.
Jon Snow: She's starting to let on.
Tyrion Lannister: Good. At some point, I want to hear how a Night's Watch recruit became King in the North.
Jon Snow: As long as you tell me how a Lannister became Hand to Daenerys Targaryen.
Tyrion Lannister: A long and bloody tale. To be honest, I was drunk for most of it.
Jon Snow: My bannermen think I'm a fool for coming here.
Tyrion Lannister:  Of course they do. If I was your Hand, I would've advised against it. General rule of thumb: Stark men don't fare well when they travel South.
Jon Snow: True... but I'm not a Stark.
[Suddenly Drogon swoops right over their heads, roaring; Jon, Davos and the Northmen drop to the ground, staring up at him]
Tyrion Lannister: [helps Jon back to his feet]  I'd say you get used to them... but, you never really do. Come. Their mother is waiting for you.

  --  The Queen's Justice [7.03]
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Missandei: You stand in the presence of Daenerys Stormborn of House Targaryen, rightful heir to the Iron Throne, rightful Queen of the Andals and the First Men, protector of the Seven Kingdoms, the Mother of Dragons, the Khaleesi of the Great Grass Sea, the Unburnt, the Breaker of Chains.
[Jon looks to Ser Davos]
Davos Seaworth: ...This is Jon Snow. He is King in the North.
Daenerys Targaryen: Thank you for travelling so far, my lord. I hope the seas were not too rough.
Jon Snow: The winds were kind, your Grace.
Davos Seaworth: Apologies, I have a Flea Bottom accent, I know, but Jon Snow is King in the North, your Grace. He's not a lord.
Daenerys Targaryen: Forgive me...
Tyrion Lannister: Your Grace, this is Ser Davos Seaworth.
Daenerys Targaryen: Forgive me, Ser Davos, I never did receive a formal education, but I could have sworn I read the last King in the North was Torrhen Stark, who bent the knee to my ancestor, Aegon Targaryen. In exchange for his life and the lives of the Northmen, Torrhen Stark swore fealty to House Targaryen in perpetuity. Or do I have my facts wrong?
Davos Seaworth: I wasn't there, your Grace.
Daenerys Targaryen: No, of course not, but still an oath is an oath, and perpetuity means... what does perpetuity mean, Lord Tyrion?
Tyrion Lannister: Forever.
Daenerys Targaryen: Forever. So I assume, my lord, you're here to bend the knee.
Jon Snow: I am not.
Daenerys Targaryen: Oh? Well that is unfortunate. You've traveled all this way to break faith with House Targaryen?
Jon Snow: Break faith? Your father burnt my grandfather alive. He burnt my uncle alive. He would have burned the Seven Kingdoms-
Daenerys Targaryen: My father...was an evil man. On behalf of House Targaryen, I ask your forgiveness for the crimes he committed against your family, and I ask you not to judge a daughter by the sins of her father. Our two Houses were allies for centuries, and those were the best centuries the Seven Kingdoms have ever known. Centuries of peace and prosperity, with a Targaryen sitting on the Iron Throne and a Stark serving as Warden of the North. I am the last Targaryen, Jon Snow. Honor the pledge your ancestor made to mine. Bend the knee and I will name you Warden of the North. Together, we will save this country from those who would destroy it.
Jon Snow: You're right. You're not guilty of your father's crimes, and I am not beholden to my ancestor's vows.
Daenerys Targaryen: Then why are you here?
Jon Snow: Because I need your help, and you need mine.
Daenerys Targaryen: Did you see three dragons flying overhead when you arrived?
Jon Snow: I did.
Daenerys Targaryen: And did you see the Dothraki, all of whom have sworn to kill for me?
Jon Snow: They're hard to miss.
Daenerys Targaryen: But still, I need your help?
Davos Seaworth: Not to defeat Cersei. You could storm King's Landing tomorrow and the city would fall. Hell, we almost took it and we didn't even have dragons!
Tyrion Lannister: Almost.
Jon Snow: But you haven't stormed King's Landing. Why not? The only reason I can see is you don't want to kill thousands of innocent people. It's the fastest way to win the war, but you won't do it...which means, at the very least, you're better than Cersei.
Daenerys Targaryen: Still, that doesn't explain why I need your help.
Jon Snow: Because right now, you and I and Cersei and everyone else, we're children playing at a game, screaming that the rules aren't fair.
Daenerys Targaryen: [to Tyrion] You told me you liked this man.
Tyrion Lannister: I do.
Daenerys Targaryen: In the time since he's met me, he's refused to call me Queen, he's refused to bow and now he's calling me a child!
Tyrion Lannister: I believe he's calling all of us children. Figure of speech.
Jon Snow: Your Grace, everyone you know will die before winter is over if we don't defeat the enemy to the north!
Daenerys Targaryen: As far as I can see, you are the enemy to the north!
Jon Snow: I am not your enemy! The dead are the enemy.
Daenerys Targaryen: The dead? Is that another figure of speech?
Jon Snow: The army of the dead is on the march.
Tyrion Lannister: The army of the dead?
Jon Snow: You don't know me well, my lord, but do you think I'm a liar, or a madman?
Tyrion Lannister: No, I don't think you're either of those things.
Jon Snow: The army of the dead is real. The White Walkers are real. The Night King is real. I've seen them. If they get past the Wall and we're squabbling amongst ourselves, we're finished.
Danerys Targaryen: I was born at Dragonstone, not that I can remember it. We fled before Robert's assassins could find us. Robert was your father's best friend, no? I wonder if your father knew his best friend sent assassins to murder a baby girl in her crib? Not that it matters now, of course. I spent my life in foreign lands. So many men have tried to kill me, I don't remember all their names. I have been sold like a brood mare. I've been chained and betrayed, raped and defiled. Do you know what kept me standing all those years in exile? Faith. Not in any gods, not in myths and legends.  In myself. In Daenerys Targaryen! The world hadn't seen a dragon in centuries until my children were born. The Dothraki hadn't crossed the sea, any sea; they did for me. I was born to rule the Seven Kingdoms... and I will.
Jon Snow: You'll be ruling over a graveyard if we don't defeat the Night King.
Tyrion Lannister: The war against my sister has already begun. You can't expect us to halt hostilities and join you in fighting...whatever you saw beyond the Wall.
Davos Seaworth: You don't believe him. I understand that. It sounds like nonsense. But if destiny has brought Daenerys Targaryen back to our shores, it has also made Jon Snow King in the North. You were the first to bring Dothraki to Westeros? He is the first to make allies with the wildlings and Northmen. He was named Lord Commander of the Night's Watch. He was named King in the North. Not because of his birthright. He has no birthright. He's a damn bastard. All those hard sons of bitches chose him as their leader...because they believe in him. All those things you don't believe in, he faced those things. He fought those things for the good of his people. He risked his life for his people. He took a knife in the heart for his people. He gave his own--
[Jon turns to Davos to stop his speech there]
Davos Seaworth: If we don't put aside our enmities and band together, we will die. And then it doesn't matter whose skeleton sits on the Iron Throne.
Tyrion Lannister: If it doesn't matter, then you might as well kneel. Swear your allegiance to Queen Daenerys. Help her to defeat my sister, and together, our armies will protect the North.
Jon Snow: There's no time for that. There's no time for any of this! While we stand here, debating--
Tyrion Lannister: It takes no time to bend the knee. Pledge your sword to her cause.
Jon Snow: And why would I do that? [to Daenerys] I mean no offense, Your Grace, but I don't know you. As far as I can tell, your claim to the throne rests entirely on your father's name, and my own father fought to overthrow the Mad King. The lords of the North placed their trust in me to lead them, and I will continue to do so as well as I can.
Danerys Targaryen: That's fair. It's also fair to point out that I'm the rightful Queen of the Seven Kingdoms. By declaring yourself king of the northernmost kingdom, you are in open rebellion.

  --  The Queen's Justice [7.03]
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[Cersei has a bound and gagged Ellaria and Tyene Sand captive in the dungeons of the Red Keep]
Cersei Lannister: I want you to know I understand. Even though we're enemies, you and I, I understand the fury that drives you. I was there that day when Ser Gregor crushed your lover's head. I close my eyes, I can hear the sound of Oberyn's skull breaking, the sound of your scream. I never heard a sound like that; I thought "That's true love". Oberyn looked beautiful that day, he really did. No one moved like him, no one had such skill with the spear, even Ser Gregor couldn't stop him. If only he hadn't taunted him: he could have walked away and left poor Ser Gregor to die. But that wasn't your lover's way, was it? Now he's buried somewhere, and here's Ser Gregor, stronger than ever. That must be difficult for you. When my daughter was taken from me, my only daughter...well, you can't imagine how that feels unless you've lost a child. I fed her at my own breast even though they told me to give her to the wet nurse; I couldn't bear to see her in another woman's arms. I never got to have a mother, but Myrcella did. [her voice breaks in anger] She was mine and you took her from me! Why did you do that?!
[Ellaria gives her a defiant, mocking grin in response]
Cersei Lannister: Doesn't matter now. Your daughter's a beauty too. Those brown eyes, those lips, perfect Dornish beauty. I imagine she's your favourite. I know, I know we're not supposed to have favourites, but still, we're only human. We love whom we love. [Ellaria makes muffled pleading sounds through her gag] I'm sorry, I can't understand you. The gag makes it impossible to understand what you're saying. Must be frustrating. We all make our choices. You chose to murder my daughter; you must have felt powerful when you made that choice. Do you feel powerful now? I don't sleep very well, not at all really. I lie in bed and I stare at the canopy and imagine ways of killing my enemies. How to destroy Ellaria Sand, the woman who murdered my only daughter?! I thought about having Ser Gregor crush your skull the way he did Oberyn's. It would be poetic, I suppose, but fast, too fast. [removing Tyene's gag] I thought about having him crush your daughter's skull. She's so beautiful. [caresses Tyene's face] The thought of this lovely face cracking open like a duck egg...no it's just not right!
[Cersei kisses Tyene full on the lips. Ellaria's eyes widen with horror as it dawns on her exactly what Cersei is doing]
Tyene Sand: Mama!
Cersei Lannister: Qyburn here is the cleverest man I know. Clever enough to learn what poison you used to murder Myrcella. The Long Goodbye, was that it?
Qyburn: The Long Farewell.
Cersei Lannister: That's the one. How long does the poison take?
Qyburn: Difficult to say. Hours, days, it depends on the subject's constitution.
Cersei Lannister: But death is certain?
Qyburn: Oh yes, Your Grace. Quite certain.
Cersei Lannister: [crouching down so she can look Ellaria in the eye] Your daughter will die here, in this cell and you'll be here watching when she does. You'll be here the rest of your days. If you refuse to eat, we'll force food down your throat. You will live to watch your daughter rot, to watch that beautiful face collapse to bone and dust, all the while contemplating the choices you've made. [addressing Qyburn, but without breaking eye contact with Ellaria] Make sure the guards change the torches every few hours. I don't want her to miss a thing.

  --  The Queen's Justice [7.03]
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[Jaime Lannister confronts Olenna Tyrell in the aftermath of Highgarden's conquest]
Olenna Tyrell: It's done?
Jaime Lannister: It is.
Olenna Tyrell: "And now the rains weep o'er our halls." Did we fight well?
Jaime Lannister: As well as could be expected.
Olenna Tyrell: It was never really our forte. Golden roses, indeed! Your brother and his new queen thought you would be defending Casterly Rock.
Jaime Lannister: The truth is Casterly Rock isn't worth much any more. Well, it is to me, but my fond childhood memories won't keep Cersei on the Iron Throne.
Olenna Tyrell: So you just let them take it?
Jaime Lannister: For now. They won't be able to hold it. Euron Greyjoy's navy burnt their ships, we emptied the larders before we left. Eventually, they'll be forced to abandon their position and march all the way across Westeros.
Olenna Tyrell: And you took your army, your real army and went where they weren't.
Jaime Lannister: As Robb Stark did to me at Whispering Wood. There are always lessons in failure.
Olenna Tyrell: Yes. You must be very wise by now.
Jaime Lannister: My father always said I was a slow learner.
Olenna Tyrell: If he was so clever, why didn't he take Highgarden the moment your gold mines ran dry? I suppose I'll be able to ask him myself soon enough. No more learning from my mistakes, eh? How will you do it? With that sword? That was Joffrey's, wasn't it? Not that he ever used it. What did he call it?
Jaime Lannister: Widow's Wail.
Olenna Tyrell: He really was a cunt, wasn't he? I did unspeakable things to protect my family, or watched them being done on my orders. I never lost a night's sleep over them; they were necessary and whatever I imagined necessary for the safety of House Tyrell, I did. But your sister has done things I wasn't capable of imagining. That was my prize mistake; a failure of imagination. She's a monster. You do know that?
Jaime Lannister: To you, I'm sure. To others as well. But after we've won, and there's no one left to oppose us, when people are living peacefully in the world she built, do you really think they'll wring their hands over the way she built it?
Olenna Tyrell: You love her. You really do love her. You poor fool. She'll be the end of you.
Jaime Lannister: Possibly. Not much to be gained from discussing it with you, is there?
Olenna Tyrell: What better person to discuss it with? What better guarantee do you have that the things you say will never leave this room? But perhaps you're right. If she's driven you this far, then it's gone beyond your control.
Jaime Lannister: Yes. It has.
Olenna Tyrell: She's a disease. I regret my role in spreading it. You will too.
Jaime Lannister: I think we're done here.
Olenna Tyrell: How will it happen?
Jaime Lannister: Cersei had several ideas. Whipping you through the streets and beheading you in front of the Red Keep. Flaying you alive and hanging you from the walls of King's Landing. I talked her out of those. [Jaime pours a vial of poison into a wine glass]
Olenna Tyrell: Will there be pain?
Jaime Lannister: No. I made sure of that.
Olenna Tyrell: That's good. [she drinks the poison] I'd hate to die like your son. Clawing at my neck, foam and bile spilling from my mouth, eyes blood-red, skin purple. Must have been horrible for you, as a Kingsguard, as a father. It was horrible enough for me, a shocking scene. Not at all what I intended. You see, I'd never seen the poison work before. Tell Cersei. I want her to know it was me.

  --  The Queen's Justice [7.03]
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[Arya and Sansa meet at their father's tomb]
Arya Stark: Do I have to call you "Lady Stark" now?
Sansa Stark: Yes. You shouldn't have run from the guards.
Arya Stark: I didn't run. You need better guards. It suits you: Lady Stark. Jon left you in charge?
Sansa Stark: He did. I hope he comes back soon. I remember how happy he was to see me. When he sees you, his heart will probably stop.
[They gaze at the statue of Ned Stark]
Arya Stark: It doesn't look like him. Should've been carved by someone who knew his face.
Sansa Stark: Everyone who knew his face is dead.
Arya Stark: We're not. They say you killed Joffrey. Did you?
Sansa Stark: I wish I had.
Arya Stark: Me, too. I was angry when I heard someone else had done it. However long my list got, he was always first.
Sansa Stark: Your list?
Arya Stark: Of people I'm going to kill.
[Sansa stares at her for a moment, then they both laugh]
Sansa Stark: How did you get back to Winterfell?
Arya Stark: It's a long story. I imagine yours is, too.
Sansa Stark: Yes. And not a very pleasant one.
Arya Stark: Mine, neither. But our stories aren't over yet.
Sansa Stark: No, they're not.

  --  The Spoils of War [7.04]
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[Jon and Daenerys explore a cave beneath Dragonstone. By torchlight, he shows her a series of cave paintings]
Jon Snow: The Children of the Forest made these.
Daenerys Targaryen: [awed] When?
Jon Snow: A very long time ago.
Daenerys Targaryen: They were right here, standing right where we're standing, before there were Targaryens or Starks or Lannisters. Maybe even before there were men.
Jon Snow: No. They were here together. The Children and the First Men.
Daenerys Targaryen: Doing what? Fighting each other?
Jon Snow: [shows her a cave painting depicting humans and White Walkers] They fought together, against their common enemy, despite their differences, despite their suspicions...together. We need to do the same if we're going to survive, 'cause the enemy is real. It's always been real.
Daenerys Targaryen: And you say you can't defeat them without my armies and my dragons?
Jon Snow: No, I don't think I can.
Daenerys Targaryen: I will fight for you. I will fight for the North...when you bend the knee.
Jon Snow: My people won't accept a southern ruler, not after everything they've suffered.
Daenerys Targaryen: They will if their King does. They chose you to lead them, they chose you to protect them. Isn't their survival more important than your pride?

  --  The Spoils of War [7.04]
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[Daenerys has learned of the fall of Highgarden and the death of Olenna Tyrell from Tyrion and Varys]
Davos Seaworth: You'll want to discuss this amongst yourselves. Perhaps...
Daenerys Targaryen: You will stay! All my allies are gone. They've been taken from me while I've been sitting here on this island.
Tyrion Lannister: You still have the largest army.
Daenerys Targaryen: Who won't be able to eat because Cersei has taken all the food from the Reach!
Tyrion Lannister: Call Grey Worm and the Unsullied back. We still have enough ships to ferry the Dothraki to the mainland. Commit to the blockade of King's Landing. We still have a plan, it's the right plan.
Daenerys Targaryen: The right plan? Your strategy has lost us Dorne, the Iron Islands and the Reach!
Tyrion Lannister: If I have underestimated our enemies...
Daenerys Targaryen: Our enemies? Your family, you mean. Perhaps you don't want to hurt them after all. [Daenerys sees her dragons flying over the sea] Enough with the clever plans. I have three large dragons. I am going to fly them to the Red Keep.
Tyrion Lannister: We've discussed this.
Daenerys Targaryen: My enemies are in the Red Keep! What kind of queen am I if I'm not willing to risk my life to fight them?
Tyrion Lannister: A smart one.
[Daenerys turns to Jon]
Daenerys Targaryen: What do you think I should do?
Jon Snow: I would never presume to...
Daenerys Targaryen: I'm at war. I'm losing. What do you think I should do?
Jon Snow: I never thought that dragons would exist again. No one did. The people who follow you know that you made something impossible happen. Maybe that helps them believe that you can make other impossible things happen. Build a different world from the shit one they've always known. But if you use them to melt castles and burn cities, you're not different...you're just more of the same.

  --  The Spoils of War [7.04]
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Davos Seaworth: What do you think of her?
Jon Snow: Who?
Davos Seaworth: I believe you know of whom I speak.
Jon Snow: I think she has a good heart.
Davos Seaworth: A good heart? [teasing] I've noticed you staring at her good heart.
Jon Snow: There's no time for that. I saw the Night King, Davos; I stared into his eyes. How many men do we have in the North to fight him? Ten thousand? Less?
Davos Seaworth: Fewer.
Jon: What?
Davos Seaworth: Speaking of good hearts, Missandei of Naath! [Missandei turns to greet them]
Missandei: Ser Davos, Lord Snow.
Davos Seaworth: King Snow, isn't it? No, that doesn't sound right; King Jon?
Jon Snow: It doesn't matter.
Missandei: Forgive me, but may I ask a question?
Jon Snow: Of course.
Missandei: Your name is Jon Snow, but your father's name was Ned Stark?
Jon Snow: I'm a bastard. My mother and father weren't married.
Davos Seaworth: Is the custom different in Naath?
Missandei: We don't have marriage in Naath, so the concept of a bastard doesn't exist.
Davos Seaworth: That sounds...liberating.
Jon Snow: Why did you leave your homeland?
Missandei: I was stolen away by slavers.
Jon Snow: I'm sorry.
Davos Seaworth: If I may, how did a slave girl come to advise Daenerys Targaryen?
Missandei: She bought me from my master and set me free.
Davos Seaworth: That was good of her. Of course, you're serving her now, aren't you?
Missandei: I serve my Queen because I want to serve my Queen, because I believe in her.
Jon Snow: So if you wanted to sail home to Naath tomorrow?
Missandei: Then she would give me a ship and wish me good fortune.
Jon Snow: And you believe that?
Missandei: I know it. All of us who came with her from Essos, we believe in her. She's not our Queen because she's the daughter of some King we never knew: she's the Queen we chose.
Davos Seaworth: [to Jon] Will you forgive me if I switch sides?

  --  The Spoils of War [7.04]
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Dickon Tarly: Ser Jaime.
Jaime Lannister: Rickon.
Dickon Tarly: Dickon. [Bronn snickers]
Jaime Lannister: I hear you fought bravely at Highgarden. Your first battle? [Dickon nods]  And?
Dickon Tarly: It was glorious.
Bronn: Come on. Your father's not here.
Dickon Tarly: All my life, we've been pledged to House Tyrell. I knew some of those men. I hunted with them.
Jaime Lannister: They didn't deserve to die. But Lady Olenna chose to betray her Queen and support the Targaryen girl, so here we are.
Dickon Tarly: I didn't expect it to smell like that.
Bronn: Men shit themselves when they die. Didn't they teach you that at fancy-lad school? Well, I learnt it when I was five.
[Bronn stops and frowns in concentration]
Jaime Lannister: What?
Bronn: Listen.
[They all hear the sound of approaching cavalry in the distance]
Jaime Lannister: Spears and shields! Spears and shields!
Bronn: Get in line!
Jaime Lannister: Spears and shields! Spears and shields!
Bronn: Get in line now!
Randyll Tarly: Form up! Come on, lads! Guard those wagons! Form a line!
Jaime Lannister: Fill the gaps!
[A horde of screaming Dothraki warriors rides over the hill and charges towards them]
Randyll Tarly: Spears out!
Jaime Lannister: Spears out!
Bronn: Get back to King's Landing.
Jaime Lannister: I'm not abandoning my army!
Bronn: You're the commander, not a damn infantryman! Those fuckers are about to swamp us!
Jaime Lannister: We can hold them off!
[At that moment, they hear a roar and look up in shock as Drogon comes flying towards them with Daenerys on his back]
Daenerys Targaryen: Dracarys!

  --  The Spoils of War [7.04]
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[Bronn drags Jaime out of the river after the Battle of the Goldroad]
Jaime Lannister:  You could've killed me.
Bronn: The fuck were you doing back there?!
Jaime Lannister: Ending the war. Killing her.
Bronn:  You saw the dragon, between you and her? And? Listen to me, cunt: till I get what I'm owed, a dragon doesn't get to kill you. You don't get to kill you! Only I get to kill you!
Jaime Lannister: That was only one of them. She has two more. If she decides to use them, to really use them...
Bronn:  You're fucked.
Jaime Lannister: Don't you mean "we're" fucked?
Bronn: No, I do not. Dragons are where our partnership ends. I'm not gonna be around when those things start spittin' fire on King's Landing!
Jaime Lannister: I have to tell Cersei.
Bronn: Might as well jump back in that river.

  --  Eastwatch [7.05]
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Daenerys Targaryen: [to Lannister and Tarly soldiers] I know what Cersei has told you: that I have come to destroy your cities, burn down your homes, murder you and orphan your children. That's Cersei Lannister, not me. I'm not here to murder, and all I want to destroy is the wheel that has rolled over everyone both rich and poor, to the benefit of no-one but the Cersei Lannisters of the world. I offer you a choice - bend the knee and join me. Together we will leave the world a better place than we found it. Or refuse...and die.
[Some kneel in submission. Drogon roars, and more men follow, leaving only a handful of others still standing.]
Daenerys Targaryen: Step forward, my lord.
[Randyll approaches Daenerys]
Daenerys Targaryen: You will not kneel?
Randyll Tarly: I already have a queen.
Tyrion Lannister: My sister. She wasn't your queen until recently though, was she? When she murdered your rightful queen and destroyed House Tyrell for all time. So it appears your allegiances are somewhat flexible.
Randyll Tarly: There are no easy choices in war. Say what you will about your sister, she was born in Westeros. She's lived here all her life. You, on the other hand...you murdered your own father, then chose to support a foreign invader, one with no ties to this land. With an army of savages at her back.
Daenerys Targaryen: You will not trade your honor for your life. I respect that.
Tyrion Lannister: Perhaps he could take the black, Your Grace. Whatever else he is, he is a true soldier; he'll be invaluable at the Wall.
Randyll Tarly: You cannot send me to the Wall. You are not my queen.
Dickon Tarly: You will have to kill me too.
Randyll Tarly: Step back and shut your mouth!
Daenerys Targaryen: Who are you?
Randyll Tarly: A stupid boy.
Dickon Tarly: I'm Dickon Tarly, son of Randyll Tarly.
Tyrion Lannister: You are the future of your house! This war has already wiped one great house from the world. Don't let it happen again, bend the knee!
Dickon Tarly: I will not.
Tyrion Lannister: Your Grace. Nothing scrubs bold notions from a man's head like a few weeks in a dark cell.
Daenerys Targaryen: I meant what I said. I'm not here to put them in chains. If that becomes an option, many will take it. I gave them a choice, they made it.
Tyrion Lannister: Your Grace, you start beheading entire families...
Daenerys Targaryen: I'm not beheading anyone.
[Tyrion follows her gaze to Drogon]
Tyrion Lannister: Your Grace!
Daenerys Targaryen: Lord Randyll Tarly. Dickon Tarly. I, Daenerys Targaryen, first of my name, Breaker of Chains and Mother of Dragons, sentence you to die. Dracarys.
[Drogon incinerates them, leaving behind nothing but two small piles of smoldering armor and flesh.  All the remaining prisoners kneel.]

  --  Eastwatch [7.05]
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[Tyrion and Varys talk over the battle's aftermath at Dragonstone]
Tyrion Lannister: All rulers demand people bend the knee; it's why they're rulers. She gave Tarly a choice. A man who had taken up arms against her. What else could she do?
Varys: Not burn him alive alongside his son?
Tyrion Lannister: I am her Hand, not her head. I can't make her decisions for her.
Varys: That's what I used to tell myself about her father. I found the traitors, but I wasn't the one burning them alive. I was only a purveyor of information. It's what I told myself when I watched them beg for mercy. "I'm not the one doing it". And the pitch of their screams rose higher..."I'm not the one doing it". When their hair caught fire and the smell of their burning flesh filled the throne room, "I'm not the one doing it".
Tyrion Lannister: Daenerys is not her father.
Varys: And she never will be...with the right counsel. You need to find a way to make her listen.

  --  Eastwatch [7.05]
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[Jaime has returned to King's Landing and confronts Cersei]
Cersei Lannister: How many men did we lose?
Jaime Lannister: We haven't done a full accounting.
Cersei Lannister: It's not only armies that win wars. We have the Tyrell gold, we have the Iron Bank behind us; we can buy mercenaries. Not the same as our men, but they'll fight if they're well-paid, which they will be.
Jaime Lannister: I just saw the Dothraki fight. They'll beat any mercenary army. They'll beat any army I've ever seen. Killing our men wasn't war for them, it was sport! Her dragon burnt a thousand wagons! Qyburn's scorpion fired bolts bigger than you, they couldn't stop it and she has three of them! This isn't a war we can win.
Cersei Lannister: So what do we do? Sue for peace? I sit on her father's throne, the father you betrayed and murdered! And in her mind, she's winning! What sort of offer do you think she'd make? Maybe we can count on Tyrion to intercede on our behalf? By way of apology for murdering our father and son...
Jaime Lannister: He didn't.
Cersei Lannister: You saw the crossbow, you saw his body.
Jaime Lannister: I'm not talking about Father. Tyrion didn't kill Joffrey, he had nothing to do with it.
Cersei Lannister: After all this time, it still amazes me that you...
Jaime Lannister: It was Olenna. She confessed before she died.
Cersei Lannister: And was this before or after she drank the poison you so kindly provided for her?!
Jaime Lannister: After.
Cersei Lannister: And you believed her?
Jaime Lannister: If you were Olenna, would you rather have seen your granddaughter married to Joffrey or Tommen? Which one would Margaery have been better able to control? Which one would have made Olenna the true ruler of the Seven Kingdoms? She was telling the truth. [Cersei's smug expression twists into one of fury as she realises Jaime is right]
Cersei Lannister: I shouldn't have listened to you. She should have died screaming.
Jaime Lannister: She's dead, like her son, like her grandchildren, her whole House. And if we don't find a way out of this war, we'll follow them.
Cersei Lannister: So we fight and die or we submit and die; I know my choice. A soldier should know his.

  --  Eastwatch [7.05]
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Jon Snow: I thought Arya was dead. I thought Bran was dead.
Daenerys Targaryen: I'm happy for you. You don't look happy.
Jon Snow: Bran saw the Night King and his army marching towards Eastwatch. If they make it past the Wall...
Varys: The Wall has kept them out for thousands of years, presumably.
Jon Snow: I need to go home.
Daenerys Targaryen: You said you don't have enough men.
Jon Snow: We'll fight with the men we have, unless you'll join us.
Daenerys Targaryen: And give the country to Cersei? As soon as I march away, she marches in.
Tyrion Lannister: Perhaps not. Cersei thinks the army of the dead is nothing but a story, made up by wet nurses to frighten children. What if we prove her wrong?
Jon Snow: I don't think she'll come see the dead at my invitation!
Tyrion Lannister: So bring the dead to her.
Daenerys Targaryen: I thought that was what we were trying to avoid.
Tyrion Lannister: We don't have to bring the whole army; only one soldier.
Davos Seaworth: Is that possible?
Jon Snow: The first wight I ever saw was brought back into Castle Black from beyond the Wall.
Tyrion Lannister: Bring one of these things down to King's Landing and show her the truth.
Varys: Anything you bring back will be useless unless Cersei grants us an audience and is somehow convinced not to murder us the moment we set foot in the capital!
Tyrion Lannister: The only person she listens to is Jaime. He might listen to me.
Daenerys Targaryen: And how would you get into King's Landing? [everyone looks at Davos]
Davos Seaworth: I can smuggle you in, but if the Gold Cloaks were to recognise you, I'm warning you, I'm not a fighter.
Daenerys Targaryen: Well, it'll all be for nothing if we don't have one of these dead men.
Varys: Fair point. How do you propose to find one?
Jorah Mormont: With the Queen's permission, I'll go north and take one. [Daenerys looks round at him] You asked me to find a cure so I could serve you. Allow me to serve you.
Jon Snow: The Free Folk'll help us. They know the real north better than anyone.
Davos Seaworth: They won't follow Ser Jorah.
Jon Snow: They won't have to.
Davos Seaworth: You can't lead a raid beyond the Wall! You're not in the Night's Watch anymore; you're King in the North!
Jon Snow: I'm the only one here who's fought them. I'm the only one here who knows them.
Daenerys Targaryen: I haven't given you permission to leave.
Jon Snow: With respect, Your Grace, I don't need your permission: I am a King! Now I came here, knowing that you could have your men behead me or your dragons burn me alive. I put my trust in you, a stranger, because I knew it was the best chance for my people -for all our people. Now I'm asking you to trust in a stranger, because it's our best chance.

  --  Eastwatch [7.05]
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Daenerys Targaryen: So, if all goes well, I'll finally get to meet your sister. From everything you've told me about her, she'd rather murder me than speak with me.
Tyrion Lannister: Oh, first she'd torture you in some horrible way; then she'd murder you. Nobody trusts my sister less than I do, believe me. But if we go to the capitol, we'll go with two armies, we'll go with three dragons, and if anyone touches you, King's Landing burns down to the foundation stones.
Daenerys Targaryen: And right now, she's thinking about how to set a trap?
Tyrion Lannister: Of course she is... and she's wondering what trap you're laying for her.
Daenerys Targaryen: Are we? Laying any traps?
Tyrion Lannister: If we want to create a new and better world... I'm not sure deceit and mass murder is the best way to start.
Daenerys Targaryen: Which war was won without deceit and mass murder?
Tyrion Lannister: Yes, you'll need to be ruthless if you're going to win the throne. You need to inspire a degree of fear, but fear is all Cersei has. It's all my father had, and Joffrey. It makes their power brittle, because everyone beneath them longs to see them dead.
Daenerys Targaryen: Aegon Targaryen got quite a long way on fear.
Tyrion Lannister: He did. But you once spoke to me about breaking the wheel. Aegon built the wheel. If that's the kind of Queen you want to be, how are you different from all the other tyrants that came before you?
Daenerys Targaryen: So we walk into the lion's den?
Tyrion Lannister: My brother promised me he'd keep a grip on the Lannister forces.
Daenerys Targaryen: Forgive me, but I don't care about any Lannister promises... except yours.
Tyrion Lannister: And I promised him I'd keep you from doing anything impulsive.
Daenerys Targaryen: "Impulsive?"
Tyrion Lannister: This will be a difficult negotiation. We're sitting down with people who want to see us both headless. My sister's likely to say something provocative.
Daenerys Targaryen: And?
Tyrion Lannister: And you have been known to lose your temper, from time to time, as all great leaders do.
Daenerys Targaryen: When have I lost my temper?
Tyrion Lannister: Burning the Tarlys, for instance.
Daenerys Targaryen: That was not impulsive! That was necessary.
Tyrion Lannister: Perhaps.
Daenerys Targaryen: "Perhaps?"
Tyrion Lannister: Perhaps the father needed to die, and not the son. Perhaps they both needed time to contemplate their mistakes in the solitude of a cold cell. We had no time to discuss the possibilities before you ended their possibilities!
Daenerys Targaryen: One could be forgiven for thinking you're taking your family's side in this debate!
Tyrion Lannister: I am taking their side! You need to take your enemy's side, if you're going to see things the way they do! And you need to see things the way they do if you're going to anticipate their actions, respond effectively and beat them! Which I want you to do very much, because I believe in you, and in the world you want to build. But the world you want to build doesn't get built all at once, probably not in a single lifetime.  How do we make sure your vision endures? After we break the wheel, how do we make sure it stays broken?
Daenerys Targaryen: You want to know who sits on the Iron Throne after I'm dead? Is that it?
Tyrion Lannister: You say you can't have children, but there are other ways of choosing a successor. The Night's Watch has one method; the Ironborn, for all their flaws, have another.
Daenerys Targaryen: We will discuss the succession after I wear the Crown.
Tyrion Lannister: Your Grace, I saw hundreds of arrows fly towards you when you fought on the Blackwater Rush, and I saw hundreds of arrows miss. But any one of them could have found your heart and...
Daenerys Targaryen: You've been thinking about my death quite a bit, haven't you? Is this one of the "items" you discussed with your brother in King's Landing?
Tyrion Lannister: I'm trying to serve you by planning for the long term!
Daenerys Targaryen: Perhaps if you'd planned for the short term, we wouldn't have lost Dorne and Highgarden! We will discuss the succession after I wear the crown.

  --  Beyond The Wall [7.06]
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Jon Snow: You all right?
Gendry: [nods] Mmm.
Tormund Giantsbane: Never been North before?
Gendry: Never seen snow before.
Tormund Giantsbane: Beautiful, eh? I can breathe again. Down south, the air smells like pig shit.
Jon Snow: You've never been down south.
Tormund Giantsbane: I've been to Winterfell.
Jon Snow: That's the North.
[Tormund scoffs]
Gendry: How d'you live up here? How d'you keep your balls from freezing off?
Tormund Giantsbane: Got to keep moving, that's the secret. Walking's good, fighting's better, fucking's best.
Jon Snow: There's not a living woman within a hundred miles of here.
Tormund Giantsbane: [smirks] We have to make do with what we've got. [Gendry walks away] This one's maybe not so smart.
Jon Snow: Davos says he's a strong fighter.
Tormund Giantsbane: Good. That's more important than being smart. Smart people don't come up here, looking for the dead. So, you met this Dragon Queen, huh? And?
Jon Snow: And she'll only fight beside us if I bend the knee.
Tormund Giantsbane: You spent too much time with the Free Folk; now, you don't like kneeling. Mance Rayder was a great man, a proud man. The King-Beyond-the-Wall, who never bent the knee. How many of his people died for his pride?

  --  Beyond The Wall [7.06]
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Tormund Giantsbane: Did you trip into the fire when you were a baby?
Sandor Clegane: I didn't trip, I was pushed.
Tormund Giantsbane: And ever since, you've been mean.
Sandor Clegane: Will you fuck off?
Tormund Giantsbane: I don't think you're truly mean. You have sad eyes.
Sandor Clegane: You want to suck my dick, is that it?
Tormund Giantsbane: Dick?
Sandor Clegane: Cock.
Tormund Giantsbane: Ah, dick. I like it.
Sandor Clegane: I bet you do.
Tormund Giantsbane: Nope, it's pussy for me. I have a beauty waiting for me back in Winterfell. If I ever get back there. Yellow hair, blue eyes, the tallest woman you've ever seen. Almost as tall as you.
Sandor Clegane: Brienne of Tarth.
Tormund Giantsbane: You know her?
Sandor Clegane: You're with Brienne of fucking Tarth?
Tormund Giantsbane: Well, not with her yet. But I see the way she looks at me.
Sandor Clegane: How does she look at you? Like she wants to carve you up and eat your liver?
Tormund Giantsbane: You do know her.
Sandor Clegane: We've met.
Tormund Giantsbane: I want to make babies with her. Think of them - great big monsters. They'd conquer the world.
Sandor Clegane:  How did a mad fucker like you live this long?
Tormund Giantsbane: I'm good at killing people.

  --  Beyond The Wall [7.06]
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[Sansa finds the faces of some of the Freys Arya killed]
Arya Stark: Not what you're looking for?
Sansa Stark: I have hundreds of men here at Winterfell, all loyal to me.
Arya Stark: They're not here now.
Sansa Stark: What are these?
Arya Stark: My faces.
Sansa Stark: Where did you get them?
Arya Stark: In Braavos. While I was training to be a Faceless Man.
Sansa Stark: What does that mean?
Arya Stark: Back in Braavos, before I got my first face, there was a game I used to play. The Game of Faces. It's simple: I ask you a question about yourself, and you try to make lies sound like the truth. If you fool me, you win. If I catch a lie, you lose. Let's play.
Sansa Stark: I don't want to play.
Arya Stark: How do you feel about Jon being King? Is there someone else you think should rule the North instead of him?
Sansa Stark: Those faces, what are they?
Arya Stark: You want to do the asking? Are you sure? The Game of Faces didn't turn out so well for the last person who asked me questions.
Sansa Stark: Tell me what they are!
Arya Stark: We both wanted to be other people when we were younger. You wanted to be a Queen, to sit next to a handsome Prince on the Iron Throne. I wanted to be a knight: to pick up a sword, like Father, and go off to battle. Neither of us got to be the other person, did we? The world doesn't just let girls decide what they're going to be. But I can, now. With the Faces, I can choose... I can become someone else. Speak in their voice, live in their skin. I could even become you.
[She picks up the Valyrian-steel dagger from the table and walks towards a shocked Sansa]
Arya Stark: I wonder what it would feel like? To wear those pretty dresses. To be the Lady of Winterfell. All I'd need, to find out... is your face.
[She suddenly reverses the dagger and hands it to Sansa, then leaves]

  --  Beyond The Wall [7.06]
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[Thoros of Myr has frozen to death overnight]
Beric Dondarrion: Thoros? Thoros?
[Thoros doesn't respond, and Beric sadly places a cloak over Thoros's face]
Sandor Clegane: They say it's one of the better ways to go.
[Takes Thoros's flask and drinks]
Beric Dondarrion: Lord of Light, show us the Way. Come to us in our darkness, and lead your servant into the light.
Jon Snow:  We have to burn his body.
[Grabs the flask from Sandor and pours the liquor over the body]
Tormund Giantsbane:  We'll all be close behind him, unless the Lord of Light is kind enough to send us a bit of fire.
[Beric ignites his sword, then burns Thoros's body]
Beric Dondarrion: Lord of Light, come to us in our darkness. For the night is dark, and full of terrors.
Jorah Mormont: [to Jon] We'll all freeze, soon. When you killed the White Walker... almost all the dead that followed it fell. Why?
Jon Snow: Maybe he was the one who turned them.
Jorah Mormont: We can go for the Walkers; maybe we'll stand a chance.
Jon Snow: No. [Indicating their captured wight] We need to take that thing back with us. There's a raven flying for Dragonstone now.  Daenerys is our only chance.
Beric Dondarrion: No. There's another. [points his sword at the Night King] Kill him. He turned them all.
Jon Snow: You don't understand.
Beric Dondarrion: The Lord brought you back, and he brought me back. No one else, just us. Did he do it to watch us freeze to death?
Sandor Clegane: Careful, Beric. You lost your priest.  This is your last life.
Beric Dondarrion: I've been waiting for the end for a long time. Maybe the Lord brought me here to find it.
Sandor Clegane: Every lord I've ever met's been a cunt. Don't see why the Lord of Light should be any different.

  --  Beyond The Wall [7.06]
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[Jon faces Daenerys for the first time since the loss of her dragon Viserion.]
Jon Snow: I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I wish I could take it back. I wish we'd never gone.
Daenerys Targaryen: I don't. If we hadn't gone, I wouldn't have seen. You have to see it to know. Now I know. [tearful] The dragons are my children. They're the only children I'll ever have, do you understand? We are going to destroy the Night King and his army...and we'll do it together. You have my word.
Jon Snow: Thank you, Dany.
Daenerys Targaryen: Dany? [chuckles] Who was the last person who called me that? I'm not sure. Was it my brother? Not the company you want to keep.
Jon Snow: Alright, not Dany. How about "My Queen"? I'd, uh, bend the knee, but-
Daenerys Targaryen: What about those who swore allegiance to you?
Jon Snow: They'll all come to see you for what you are.
Daenerys Targaryen: I hope I deserve it.
Jon Snow: You do.
[Daenerys squeezes his hand for a few moments, then lets go]
Daenerys Targaryen: You should rest.

  --  Beyond The Wall [7.06]
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Tyrion Lannister: We are a group of people who do not like each other, as this demonstration has shown. We have suffered at each other's hands. We've lost people we love at each other's hands. If all we wanted was more of the same, there would be no need for this gathering. We are entirely capable of waging war with each other without meeting face to face.
Cersei Lannister: So instead we should settle our differences and live together in harmony for the rest of our days?
Tyrion Lannister: We all know that will never happen.
Cersei Lannister: Then why are we here?
Jon Snow: This isn't about living in harmony; it's just about living. The same thing is coming for all of us; a general you can't negotiate with, an army that doesn't leave corpses behind on the battlefield. Lord Tyrion tells me a million people live in this city...they're about to become a million more soldiers in the army of the dead.
Cersei Lannister: I imagine for most of them, that would be an improvement.
Jon Snow: This is serious! I wouldn't be here if it weren't.
Cersei Lannister: I don't think it's serious at all. I think it's another bad joke. If my brother Jaime has informed me correctly, you're asking for a truce?
Daenerys Targaryen: Yes. That's all.
Cersei Lannister: "That's all?" Pull back my armies and stand down while you go on your monster hunt? Or while you solidify and expand your position? Hard to know which it is with my armies pulled back until you return and march on my capital with four times the men!
Daenerys Targaryen: Your capital will be safe until the Northern threat is dealt with. You have my word.
Cersei Lannister: The word of a would-be usurper!
Tyrion Lannister: There is no conversation that will erase the last fifty years. We have something to show you.
[A wight is released from a crate and it charges forward. Sandor Clegane pulls it back before it can reach Cersei, and when it turns to attack him, he severs its legs and one of its arms. Jon sets the arm alight]
Jon Snow: We can destroy them by burning them, and we can destroy them with dragonglass. [Jon draws a dragonglass dagger and stabs the wight in the heart, killing it] If we don't win this fight, then that is the fate of every person in the world! There is only one war that matters. The Great War...and it is here!

  --  The Dragon and the Wolf [7.07]
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Euron Greyjoy: [inspecting the dead wight] Can they swim?
Jon Snow: No.
Euron Greyjoy: Good. I'm taking the Iron Fleet back to the Iron Islands.
Cersei Lannister: What are you talking about?
Euron Greyjoy: I've been around the world. I've seen everything, things you couldn't imagine, and this... this is the only thing I've ever seen that terrifies me. [steps towards Daenerys] I'm going back to my island. You should go back to yours. When winter's over, we'll be the only ones left alive. [leaves]
Cersei Lannister: He's right to be afraid. And a coward to run. If those things come for us, there will be no kingdoms to rule. Everything we suffered will have been for nothing. Everything we lost will have been for nothing. The crown accepts your truce. Until the dead are defeated, they are the true enemy.
[Jon and Davos sigh, visibly relieved]
Cersei Lannister: In return, the King in the North will extend this truce. He will remain in the North, where he belongs. He will not take up arms against the Lannisters, he will not choose sides.
Daenerys Targaryen: Just the King in the North? Not me?
Cersei Lannister: [chuckles] I would never ask it of you. You would never agree to it, and if you did, I would trust you even less than I do now. I ask it only of Ned Stark's son. I know Ned Stark's son will be true to his word.
[A moment of silence, as Jon looks between Davos and Daenerys, then back to Cersei]
Jon Snow: I am true to my word... or I try to be. That is why I cannot give you what you ask. I cannot serve two queens. And I have already pledged myself to Queen Daenerys of House Targaryen.
[Daenerys, Davos and Tyrion look dismayed]
Cersei Lannister: Then there is nothing left to discuss. [stands] The dead will come north first, enjoy dealing with them. We will deal with whatever is left of you. [leaves with Jaime, Qyburn and her Queensguard]
Brienne of Tarth: [following] Ser Jaime!
Jaime Lannister: It's been good to see you. I imagine the next time will be across a battlefield.
Brienne of Tarth: We both saw what just happened. We both saw that... thing!
Jaime Lannister: Yes, and I'm not looking forward to seeing more of them. But I'm loyal to the queen, and you're loyal to Sansa and her dolt brother.
Brienne of Tarth: [hits him on the arm] Oh, fuck loyalty!
Jaime Lannister: [incredulous] "Fuck loyalty"?
Brienne of Tarth: This goes beyond houses and honour and oaths! Talk to the queen.
[Jaime turns to Cersei, who looks unmoved and leaves]
Jaime Lannister: And tell her what?
[He follows her out, leaving Brienne speechless]

  --  The Dragon and the Wolf [7.07]
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Cersei Lannister: [about Daenerys] I shouldn't be surprised, I suppose. She's your kind of woman: a foreign whore who doesn't know her place.
Tyrion Lannister: A foreign whore you can't abduct, beat or intimidate. That must be difficult for you.
Cersei Lannister: So you bring her here, with her pet Northerner, whom you have convinced to bow down before her?
Tyrion Lannister: I didn't know about that.
Cersei Lannister: And now you've got them both working towards the same goal, the goal you've worked towards your entire life.
Tyrion Lannister: Cersei, I didn't know!
Cersei Lannister: The destruction of this family.
Tyrion Lannister: I am the one preventing that from happening. Daenerys didn't want to debate and negotiate, she didn't want to bring you words! She wanted to bring you fire and blood until I advised her otherwise! I don't want to destroy our family, I never have.
Cersei Lannister: You killed our father.
Tyrion Lannister: After he sentenced me to death for a crime I didn't commit. Yes, I killed him. Hate me for it, if you want; I hate myself for it, in spite of what he was, in spite of what he did to me.
Cersei Lannister: Oh, poor little man, your papa was mean to you. Do you have any idea what you did when you fired that crossbow? You left us open. You laid us bare for the vultures, and the vultures came and tore us apart. You may not have killed Joffrey, but you killed Myrcella, you killed Tommen! No one would have touched them if Father was here, no one would have dared!
Tyrion Lannister: I have never been more sorry about anything...
Cersei Lannister: I won't hear it, not from you. I will NOT hear it!
Tyrion Lannister: All right. You love your family, and I have destroyed it. I will always be a threat. So, put an end to me. If it weren't for me, you'd have a mother, if it weren't for me, you'd have a father. If it weren't for me, you'd have two beautiful children! I've thought about killing you more times than I can count! DO IT! Say the word.
[Ser Gregor half-draws his blade; Cersei pauses, then sighs impatiently and looks away.]
Tyrion Lannister: I am more sorry about the children than you can ever know.
Cersei Lannister: I will not...
Tyrion Lannister: I don't care! I loved them. You know I did. You know it in your heart, if there's anything left of it.
Cersei Lannister: Doesn't matter. Your love doesn't matter, your feelings don't matter. I don't care why you did what you did, I only care what it cost us. It cost us our future.
Tyrion Lannister: If there's no future, then why are we here? Why did you allow me to come?
Cersei Lannister: Not to help my enemies collaborate in my destruction.
Tyrion Lannister: Yes, I know, not what you hoped for, but you must have hoped for something!
Cersei Lannister: What did you hope for? To make Jon Snow submit to your Queen?
Tyrion Lannister: Not like this.
Cersei Lannister: But, eventually, you want everyone to bend the knee to her.
Tyrion Lannister: Yes.
Cersei Lannister: Why?
Tyrion Lannister: Because I think she will make the world a better place.
Cersei Lannister: You said she'd destroy King's Landing.
Tyrion Lannister: She knows herself. She chose an adviser who would check her worst impulses, instead of feeding them. That's the difference between you.
Cersei Lannister: I don't care about checking my worst impulses. I don't care about making the world a better place. Hang the world. [rubs her belly] That thing you dragged here, I know what it is, I know what it means. And when it came at me, I didn't think about the world, not at all. As soon as it opened its mouth, the world disappeared for me, right down its black throat. All I could think about was keeping those gnashing teeth away from the ones who matter most, away from my family. Maybe Euron Greyjoy had the right idea: get on a boat, take those who matter-
Tyrion Lannister: You're pregnant.

  --  The Dragon and the Wolf [7.07]
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[At the Dragonpit]
Jon Snow: No one's less happy about this than I am.
Daenerys Targaryen: I know. I respect what you did. Wish you hadn't done it, but I respect it. This place was the beginning of the end for my family. Zaldrizes buzdari iksos daor. "A dragon is not a slave". They were terrifying, extraordinary. They filled people with wonder and awe, and we locked them in here. They wasted away. They grew small. And we grew small, as well.  We weren't extraordinary without them.  We were just like everyone else.
Jon Snow: You're not like everyone else. And your family hasn't seen its end. You're still here.
Daenerys Targaryen: I can't have children.
Jon Snow: Who told you that?
Daenerys Targaryen: The witch who murdered my husband.
Jon Snow: Has it occurred to you she might not've been a reliable source of information?
Daenerys Targaryen: You were right, from the beginning. If I'd trusted you, everything would've been different.
Jon Snow: So, what now?
Daenerys Targaryen: I can't forget what I saw, North of the Wall. And I can't pretend that Cersei won't take back half the country the moment I march North.
Jon Snow: It appears that Tyrion's assessment was correct. We're fucked.

  --  The Dragon and the Wolf [7.07]
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Arya Stark: Are you sure you want to do this?
Sansa Stark: It's not what I want, it's what honor demands.
Arya Stark: And what does honor demand?
Sansa Stark: That I defend my family from those who would harm us. That I defend the North from those who would betray us.
Arya Stark: All right, then. Get on with it.
Sansa Stark: [seeming to speak to Arya] You stand accused of murder, you stand accused of treason. How do you answer these charges...[glancing over at Petyr Baelish] Lord Baelish?

  --  The Dragon and the Wolf [7.07]
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Petyr Baelish: Lady Sansa, I have known you since you were a girl. I have protected you...
Sansa Stark: Protected me? By selling me to the Boltons?
Petyr Baelish: If we could speak alone, I can explain everything...
Sansa Stark: [quoting Petyr] "Sometimes, when I'm trying to understand a person's motives, I play a little game. I assume the worst." What's the worst reason you have, for turning me against my sister? That's what you do, isn't it? That's what you've always done. Turn family against family, turn sister against sister. That's what you did to our mother and Aunt Lysa, and that's what you tried to do to us.
Petyr Baelish: Sansa, please.
Sansa Stark: I'm a slow learner, it's true. But I learn.
Petyr Baelish: Give me a chance to defend myself. I deserve that. [to Yohn Royce] I am Lord Protector of the Vale and I command you to escort me safely back to the Eyrie.
Yohn Royce: I think not.
Petyr Baelish: [kneels before Sansa] Sansa, I beg you! I loved your mother since I was a boy!
Sansa Stark: And yet, you betrayed her.
Petyr Baelish: I loved you.  More than anyone.
Sansa Stark: And yet, you betrayed me. When you brought me back to Winterfell, you told me "there's no justice in the world, not unless we make it." Thank you for all your many lessons, Lord Baelish. I will never forget them.
[Arya steps towards Littlefinger]
Petyr Baelish: Sansa--
[Arya slits his throat, killing him]

  --  The Dragon and the Wolf [7.07]
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Cersei Lannister: What are you doing?
Jaime Lannister: Preparing the expedition north.
Cersei Lannister: Expedition north? I always knew you were the stupidest Lannister. [Jaime looks at her in astonishment] The Starks and Targaryens have united against us and you want to fight alongside them. Are you a traitor, or an idiot?
Jaime Lannister: You pledged our forces to fight our common enemy.
Cersei Lannister: I'll say whatever I need to say to ensure the survival of our house. You expect me to trust the man who murdered our father? You expect me to command our troops to fight beside foreign scum? To fight for the Dragon Queen?
Jaime Lannister: You saw it with your own eyes, you saw a dead man trying to kill us!
Cersei Lannister: And I saw it burn. If dragons can't stop them, if Dothraki and Unsullied and Northmen can't stop them, how will our armies make a difference?
Jaime Lannister: This isn't about noble houses, this is about the living and the dead!
Cersei Lannister: And I intend to stay amongst the living. Let the Stark boy and his new queen defend the North. We'll stay here where we've always been.
Jaime Lannister: I made a promise.
Cersei Lannister: Our child will rule Westeros.
Jaime Lannister: Our child will never be born if the dead come south.
Cersei Lannister: The monsters are real. The White Walkers, the dragons, the Dothraki screamers. All the frightening stories we heard when we were young, they're all real, so be it. Let the monsters kill each other, and while they battle in the North we take back the lands that belong to us.
Jaime Lannister: And then what?
Cersei Lannister: And then we rule.
Jaime Lannister: When the fighting in the North is over, someone wins; you understand that, don't you? If the dead win, they march south and kill us all. If the living win, and we've betrayed them, they march south and kill us all!
Cersei Lannister: The Targaryens and the Starks already want to kill us all. Most of them will die in the North.
Jaime Lannister: I faced them in the field. We can't beat them, we can't beat their dragons!
Cersei Lannister: How many dragons did you see at the pit?
Jaime Lannister: Two.
Cersei Lannister: What happened to the third?
Jaime Lannister: For all we know, it's guarding her fleet!
Cersei Lannister: She came here with her dragons and her Dothraki and her Unsullied, she came here to show us all her power. No, something happened; the dragons are vulnerable.
Jaime Lannister: We can't beat the Dothraki! We don't have the numbers, we don't have the support of the other houses!
Cersei Lannister: No, we have something better - we have the Iron Bank. You should have listened more when Father spoke about the importance of gold. Oh, I know it was boring for you. You just wanted to hunt and ride and fight. But I listened, I learned. Highgarden bought us the most powerful army in Essos - the Golden Company. 20,000 men, horses, elephants, I believe.
Jaime Lannister: The Golden Company is not here; they're in Essos. How is a mercenary company in Essos going to help us?!
Cersei Lannister: Do you really think Euron Greyjoy turned tail and sailed back to the Iron Islands? Do you think he abandoned the chance to marry the Queen? No one walks away from me. He's sailing with his fleet to Essos, he's going to ferry the Golden Company back here to help us win the war for Westeros.
Jaime Lannister: You plotted with Euron Greyjoy without telling me, the commander of your armies?
Cersei Lannister: And you conspired with Tyrion, the man who murdered our father, without telling me, your Queen.
Jaime Lannister: I didn't conspire with...
Cersei Lannister: You met with him in secret without my consent. You planned to promote my enemy's interests! That is the definition of conspiracy.
Jaime Lannister: I pledged to ride north. I intend to honor that pledge.
Cersei Lannister: Then that will be treason.
Jaime Lannister: Treason?!
Cersei Lannister: Disobeying your queen's command, fighting with her enemies - what would you call it?
Jaime Lannister: Doesn't matter what I'd call it.
[Jaime moves to leave, but Ser Gregor blocks his path]
Cersei Lannister: I told you: no one walks away from me.
Jaime Lannister: Are you going to order him to kill me?! I'm the only one you have left. Our children are gone, our father is gone, it's just me and you now.
Cersei Lannister: There's one more yet to come.
Jaime Lannister: Give the order, then.
[Cersei pauses and nods. Ser Gregor draws his blade, but no order is given.]
Jaime Lannister: I don't believe you.
[Jaime walks away, disgusted]

  --  The Dragon and the Wolf [7.07]
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Bran Stark: Come in. [Sam enters] Samwell Tarly.
Samwell Tarly: I wasn't sure if you'd remember me.
Bran Stark: I remember everything. You helped us get beyond the Wall. You're a good man.
Samwell Tarly: Oh. Well, thank you, but, um, I'm not sure that I am. What happened to you beyond the Wall?
Bran Stark: I became the Three-Eyed Raven.
Samwell Tarly: Oh. I don't know what that means.
Bran Stark: I can see things that happened in the past. I can see things happening now, all over the world. Why did you come to Winterfell?
Samwell Tarly: Jon's the one to lead the fight against the dead. I know he is. But he can't do it alone. So I've come here to help him.
Bran Stark: He's on his way back to Winterfell... with Daenerys Targaryen.
Samwell Tarly: Y-you saw this... in a vision? [Bran holds up a scroll] Oh.
Bran Stark: He needs to know the truth.
Samwell Tarly: The truth about what?
Bran Stark: About himself. No one knows, no one but me. Jon isn't really my father's son. He's the son of Rhaegar Targaryen and my aunt, Lyanna Stark. He was born in a tower in Dorne. His last name isn't really Snow, it's Sand.
Samwell Tarly: He's not.
Bran Stark: Dornish bastards are named "Sand".
Samwell Tarly: At the Citadel, I transcribed a High Septon's diary. He annulled Rhaegar's marriage to Elia. He wed Rhaegar and Lyanna in a secret ceremony!
Bran Stark: Are you certain?
Samwell Tarly: It's what the High Septon wrote in his private diary. I don't know why he'd lie. Is there something you can see?
[Bran has a vision of Lyanna and Rhaegar's wedding]
Rhaegar Targaryen and Lyanna Stark: Father, Smith, Warrior. Mother, Maiden, Crone. Stranger. I am hers/his, and she/he is mine, from this day until the end of my days.
Bran Stark: Robert's rebellion was built on a lie.  Rhaegar didn't kidnap my aunt, or rape her. He loved her. And she loved him. And Jon... Jon's real name...
Lyanna Stark: [to Ned Stark, in flashback] His name...is Aegon Targaryen. You have to protect him. Promise me, Ned.
Bran Stark: He's never been a bastard. He's the heir to the Iron Throne. He needs to know. We need to tell him.

  --  The Dragon and the Wolf [7.07]
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Cersei Lannister: Twenty thousand men, is it?
Harry Strickland: Yes, Your Grace. A few died in transit...
Euron Greyjoy: They cheated at dice! Or maybe I cheated? Somebody cheated. [shrugs] They weren't good fighters. You won't miss them.
Cersei Lannister: [rolls her eyes] Horses?
Harry Strickland: Two thousand.
Cersei Lannister: And elephants?
Harry Strickland: Erm...no elephants, Your Grace.
[Cersei seethes quietly for a moment.]
Cersei Lannister: That's disappointing. I was told the Golden Company had elephants.
Harry Strickland: They are excellent beasts, Your Grace. But not well-suited to long sea voyages.
Cersei Lannister: In any event, you are most welcome here at King's Landing, Captain Strickland.
Harry Strickland: We look forward to fighting on your behalf, Your Grace. [bows and takes his leave]
Euron Greyjoy: Am I most welcome here?
Cersei Lannister: You are a true friend of the Crown. And an honored guest.
Euron Greyjoy: Good. So, as a true friend and an honored guest...
[He takes a step forward. Ser Gregor Clegane moves to bar his way.]
Euron Greyjoy: I was hoping we could talk in private.
Cersei Lannister: After the War. That was our agreement.
Euron Greyjoy: [impatiently] Wars sometimes last years.
Cersei Lannister: [firmly] You want a whore, buy one. You want a Queen, earn her. [she rises and makes to leave]
Euron Greyjoy: How? I've given her justice. An army. And the Iron Fleet. And yet, she gives me no sign of affection. My heart is nearly broken.
Cersei Lannister: You're insolent. I've executed men for less.
Euron Greyjoy: They were lesser men.
[Cersei moves to the door, then stops and sighs. She turns to Euron with a resigned look. Grinning lustily, Euron joins her.]

  --  Winterfell [8.01]
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[Jon is visiting the Heart Tree in the Winterfell Godswood]
Arya Stark: You used to be taller. [Jon spins around]
Jon Snow:  How'd you sneak up on me?
Arya Stark:  How did you survive a knife through the heart?
Jon Snow:  I didn't. [They both grin, run to each other and hug. Jon nods at the sword in her belt]  You still have it.
Arya Stark: [draws it] Needle.
Jon Snow:  Have you ever used it?
Arya Stark: Once or twice. [sheaths it, Jon draws Longclaw and hands it to her] Valyrian steel.
Jon Snow: Jealous?
Arya Stark: [smirks] Too heavy for me.
Jon Snow: [sheaths Longclaw] Where were you before?  I could've used your help with Sansa.
Arya Stark: She doesn't like your Queen, does she?
Jon Snow:  Sansa thinks she's smarter than everyone-
Arya Stark: She's the smartest person I've ever met.
Jon Snow:  Oh, you're defending her? [chuckles]  You?
Arya Stark:  I'm defending our family.  So is she.
Jon Snow: I'm her family, too.
[Arya embraces him]
Arya Stark: Don't forget that.

  --  Winterfell [8.01]
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[Tyrion, Varys and Davos observe more Northerners arriving at Winterfell]
Varys: The Karstarks.
Tyrion Lannister:  One of the better sigils.  Beats an onion, anyway.
Davos Seaworth: Can't argue with that. [they walk away] Not so long ago, the Starks and the Karstarks were slaughtering each other on the battlefield.  Jon Snow brought peace to their Houses-
Tyrion Lannister:  And our Queen is grateful.
Davos Seaworth:  Her gratitude is lovely, but that's not my point.  The Northmen are loyal to Jon Snow, not to her.  They don't know her.  The Free Folk don't know her.  I've been up here a while, and I'm telling you, they're stubborn as goats.  You want their loyalty?  You have to earn it.
Tyrion Lannister: I sense that you're  leading to a proposal.
Davos Seaworth:  A proposal is what I'm proposing.  On the off-chance that we survive the Night King...what if the Seven Kingdoms, for once in their whole shit history, were ruled by a just woman, and an honorable man?
[Tyrion and Varys follow his gaze to Jon and Daenerys, who are talking together arm-in-arm.]
Tyrion Lannister: They do make a handsome couple.
Varys:  You overestimate our influence.  Jon and Daenerys don't want to listen to lonely old men.
Tyrion Lannister:  I'm not that old. [glances at Davos] Well, I'm not as old as him. [Davos smirks] Our Queen respects the wisdom of age.
Varys:  Of course she does. Respect is how the young keep us at a distance, so we don't remind them of an unpleasant truth.
Tyrion Lannister: What is that?
Varys:... Nothing lasts.

  --  Winterfell [8.01]
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[Bronn is in the middle of an orgy with three prostitutes]
Qyburn: Ser Bronn of the Blackwater.
Bronn: You're kidding me?!
Qyburn: Apologies for the interruption, but the Queen did urge me to hurry.
Bronn: [sighes] Sorry ladies. Another time perhaps. [the prostitutes gather their clothes and leave. One stops to proposition Qyburn as she goes]
Prostitute: If you ever get lonely, I am partial to older gentlemen. [Qyburn watches her leave as Bronn pours himself wine]
Qyburn: Poor girl. Pox will take her within the year. [Bronn chokes on his wine]
Bronn: [coughing] Which girl?
Qyburn: The Queen's brothers made promises to you and then broke them. Her Grace wants to rectify their mistake.
Bronn: She once gave me a castle and a wife, then rectified me right out of them.
Qyburn: That was Ser Jaime's doing, not hers. When Queen Cersei wants something, she pays in advance and in gold...several chests of it, in fact, waiting for you in a wagon, just outside.
Bronn: So she wants to murder someone, but she can't send her soldiers? If it's the Dragon Queen she's after...
Qyburn: She has other plans for the Targaryen girl.
Bronn: Yeah, well good luck with that!
Qyburn: Our Queen's brothers are unlikely to survive their northern adventures, but in the event that they do... [a Lannister soldier enters and hands Qyburn Joffrey's crossbow, the same one Tyrion used to kill Tywin] She has a keen sense of poetic justice.
Bronn: [flabbergasted] That fucking family.
Qyburn: When the Citadel expelled me, I thought I would die poor and alone, but in exchange for my service, Queen Cersei made me her Hand. What would she do for the man who rids her of her treasonous brothers? [Qyburn gives Bronn the crossbow and departs]

  --  Winterfell [8.01]
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Jon Snow: What are you doing in Winterfell? Or did you read every book in the Citadel already?  [pause, sees Sam's expression] What's wrong?  Gilly?  Is she alright?
Samwell Tarly: She's good.
Jon Snow: Little Sam?
Samwell Tarly: Don't you know?
Jon Snow:  Know what?
Samwell Tarly:  Daenerys.  She executed my father and brother.  They were her prisoners. [pause] She didn't tell you.
Jon Snow: I'm so sorry. But we need to end this war.
Samwell Tarly:  Would you have done it?
Jon Snow: I've executed men who've disobeyed me-
Samwell Tarly:  You've also spared men.  Thousands of Wildlings, when they refused to kneel!
Jon Snow:  I wasn't a King.
Samwell Tarly: But you were.  You've always been.
Jon Snow:  I gave up my crown, Sam. [starts to leave] I bent the knee, I'm not King in the North anymore.
Samwell Tarly:  I'm not talking about the King in the North, I'm talking about the King of the bloody Seven Kingdoms! [Jon turns back]  Bran and I worked it out.  I had a High Septon's diary, and Bran had... whatever Bran has.
Jon Snow:  What're you talking about?
Samwell Tarly:  Your mother... was Lyanna Stark.  And your father... your real father... was Rhaegar Targaryen.  You've never been a bastard.  You're Aegon Targaryen, true heir to the Iron Throne. [Jon starts toward him] I'm sorry.  I know it's a lot to take in-
Jon Snow: [angrily] My father was the most honorable man I ever met.  You're saying he lied to me, all my life?!
Samwell Tarly: [shakes his head] Your father- well, Ned Stark- he promised your mother he'd always protect you.  And he did, Robert would have murdered you if he knew.  You're the true King.  Aegon Targaryen, Sixth of his Name, Protector of the Realm, all of it.
Jon Snow: Daenerys is our Queen-
Samwell Tarly:  She shouldn't be.
Jon Snow:  That's treason.
Samwell Tarly:  It's the truth. You gave up your crown, to save your people. Would she do the same?

  --  Winterfell [8.01]
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[Jaime Lannister finds himself on trial in the Great Hall of Winterfell]
Daenerys Targaryen: When I was a child, my brother would tell me a bedtime story about the man who murdered our father. Who stabbed him in the back and cut his throat. Who sat down on the Iron Throne and watched as his blood poured onto the floor. He told me other stories as well. About all the things we would do to that man, once we took back the Seven Kingdoms and had him in our grasp. Your sister pledged to send her army north.
Jaime Lannister: She did.
Daenerys Targaryen: I don't see an army. I see one man with one hand. It appears your sister lied to me.
Jaime Lannister: She lied to me as well. She never had any intention of sending her army north. She has Euron Greyjoy's fleet and 20,000 fresh troops. The Golden Company from Essos. Bought and paid for. Even if we defeat the dead, she'll have more than enough to destroy the survivors.
Daenerys Targaryen: We?
Jaime Lannister: I promised to fight for the living. I intend to keep that promise.
Tyrion Lannister: Your Grace, I know my brother...
Daenerys Targaryen: [seething] Like you knew your sister?
Tyrion Lannister: He came here alone, knowing full well how he'd be received. Why would he do that, if he weren't telling the truth?
Daenerys Targaryen: Perhaps he trusts his little brother to defend him. Right up to the moment he slits my throat.
Sansa Stark: You're right, we can't trust him. He attacked my father in the streets, he tried to destroy my House and my family the same as he did yours.
Jaime Lannister: Do you want me to apologize? I won't. We were at war! Everything I did, I did for my House and my family. I'd do it all again!
Bran Stark: "The things we do for love." [Jaime looks shocked at this]
Daenerys Targaryen: So why have you abandoned your House and your family now?
Jaime Lannister: Because this goes beyond loyalty. [Glances at Brienne in the crowd] This is about survival.
[Brienne gets to her feet and moves to stand beside Jaime]
Brienne of Tarth: You don't know me well, Your Grace, but I know Ser Jaime. He is a man of honor. I was his captor once, but when we were both taken prisoner and the men holding us tried to force themselves on me, Ser Jaime defended me ... and lost his hand because of it. [addressing Sansa] Without him, my lady, you would not be alive. He armed me, armoured me and sent me to find you and bring you home, because he'd sworn an oath to your mother.
Sansa Stark: You vouch for him?
Brienne of Tarth: I do.
Sansa Stark: You would fight beside him?
Brienne of Tarth: I would.
Sansa Stark: I trust you with my life. If you trust him with yours, we should let him stay. [Daenerys shoots her an incredulous look then turns to Jon]
Daenerys Targaryen: What does the Warden of the North say about it?
Jon Snow: We need every man we can get.

  --  A Knight of The Seven Kingdoms [8.02]
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Daenerys Targaryen: Lady Sansa, I was hoping we could speak alone. [Yohn Royce bows curtly to her and leaves]  I thought you and I were on the verge of agreement, before.  About Ser Jaime?
Sansa Stark:  Brienne has been loyal to me, always. I trust her more than anyone.
Daenerys Targaryen: I wish I could have that kind of faith in my advisors.
Sansa Stark: Tyrion is a good man.  He was never anything but decent towards me.
Daenerys Targaryen:  I didn't ask him to be my Hand, simply because he was good. I asked him to be my Hand because he was good, and intelligent, and ruthless when he had to be. [Sansa nods, conceding that point] He never should have trusted Cersei.
Sansa Stark: You never should have, either.
Daenerys Targaryen: I thought he knew his sister.
Sansa Stark: Families are complicated.
Daenerys Targaryen: [smiles] Ours certainly have been.
Sansa Stark:  A sad thing to have in common. [they both sit]
Daenerys Targaryen:  We have other things in common. We both know what it means to lead people, who aren't inclined to accept a woman's rule... and we've both done a damn good job of it, from what I can tell. [Sansa smiles briefly] And yet, I can't help but feel... we're at odds with one another. Why is that? Your brother?
Sansa Stark: He loves you, you know that.
Daenerys Targaryen:  That bothers you?
Sansa Stark:  Men do stupid things for women. They're easily manipulated.
Daenerys Targaryen: All my life, I've known one goal: the Iron Throne. Taking it back from the people who destroyed my family, and almost destroyed yours; my war was against them.  Until I met Jon.  Now I'm here, half a world away, fighting Jon's war, alongside him.  Tell me, who manipulated whom?
Sansa Stark: I should've thanked you, the moment you arrived. That was a mistake.
Daenerys Targaryen: [takes her hand] I'm here because I love your brother... and I trust him. And I know he's true to his word. He's only the second man in my life I can say that about.
Sansa Stark: Who was the first?
Daenerys Targaryen: Someone taller. [they both chuckle]
Sansa Stark: And what happens, afterwards? [Dany looks at her questioningly] We defeat the Dead, we destroy Cersei... what happens then?
Daenerys Targaryen:  I take the Iron Throne.
Sansa Stark:  What about the North? [sharply]  It was taken from us, and we took it back. And we said, we'd never bow to anyone else, again. What about the North?
[Dany's expression hardens and she lets go of Sansa's hand]

  --  A Knight of The Seven Kingdoms [8.02]
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[The defenders of Winterfell lay out their battleplans]
Jon Snow: They're coming. We have dragonglass, and we have Valyrian steel...but there are too many of them, far too many. Our enemy doesn't tire, doesn't stop, doesn't feel. We can't beat them in a straight fight.
Jaime Lannister: So what can we do?
Jon Snow: The Night King made them all, they follow his command. If he falls...getting to him may be our best chance.
Jaime Lannister: If that's true, he'll never expose himself.
Bran Stark: Yes, he will. He'll come for me. He's tried many times before, with many three-eyed ravens.
Samwell Tarly: Why? What does he want?
Bran Stark: An endless night. He wants to erase this world, and I am its memory.
Samwell Tarly: That's what death is, isn't it? Forgetting, being forgotten. If we forget where we've been and what we've done, we're not men anymore, just animals. [to Bran] Your memories don't come from books. Your stories aren't just stories. If I wanted to erase the world of Men, I'd start with you.
Tyrion Lannister: How will he find you?
Bran Stark: His mark is on me. [Bran shows the claw marks the Night King left on his arm] He always knows where I am.
Jon Snow: We'll put you in the crypt where it's safest.
Bran Stark: No. we need to lure him into the open before his army destroys us all. I'll wait for him in the godswood.
Sansa Stark: You want us to use you as bait?!
Arya Stark: We're not leaving you alone out there!
Theon Greyjoy: He won't be. I'll stay with him, with the Ironborn. [to Bran] I took this castle from you once. Let me defend you now.
Davos Seaworth: We'll hold off the rest of them, for as long as we can.
Tyrion Lannister: When the time comes, Ser Davos and I will be on the walls to give you the signal to light the trench.
Daenerys Targaryen: Ser Davos is perfectly capable of waving a torch on his own. You'll be in the crypt.
Tyrion Lannister:  Your Grace, I have fought before, I can do it again, alongside the men and women risking their lives-!
Daenerys Targaryen: There are thousands of them and only one of you. You can't fight as well as them, but you can think better than any of them. You're here because of your mind; if we survive, I'll need it.
Davos Seaworth: The dragons should give us an edge in the field-
Jon Snow: If they're in the field, they're not protecting Bran. We need to be near him; not too near or the Night King won't come, but close enough to pursue him when he does.
Arya Stark: Dragon fire will stop him?
Bran Stark: I don't know. No one's ever tried.

  --  A Knight of The Seven Kingdoms [8.02]
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Arya Stark: Is that for me?
[Gendry nods and hands her the spear. She looks it over, spinning it around experimentally.]
Arya Stark: This'll work.
Gendry: Last time you saw me, you wanted me to go to Winterfell. [smirks] Took a long road, but...
Arya Stark: What did the Red Woman want with you?
Gendry: She wanted my blood. For some kind of spell.
Arya Stark: Why your blood?
Gendry: I'm Robert Baratheon's bastard. [Arya stops, surprised] I didn't know until she told me. Then she tied me up, stripped me down, and put leeches all over me.
Arya Stark: Was that your first time?
Gendry: [sarcastically] Yes, that was the first time I had leeches put all over my-
Arya Stark: I mean, your first time with a woman.
Gendry: What? I wasn't with her.
Arya Stark: [taking off her gloves] Were you with other girls, before that, at King's Landing? Or after? [Gendry sputters] You don't remember?
Gendry: [sighs] Yes. I was.
Arya Stark: One? Two? Twenty?
Gendry: I didn't keep count!
Arya Stark: [smirks] Yes you did.
Gendry: Three.
[Arya draws near to Gendry.]
Arya Stark: We're probably going to die soon. I want to know what it's like before that happens.
[They stare at each other.]
Gendry: Arya, I-
[Arya cuts him off by kissing him, which he returns. She pushes him down on the bed and starts to undress. Gendry looks startled by the scars on her hip.]
Arya Stark: [noticing his gaze] I'm not the Red Woman. Take your own bloody pants off.
[They make love.]

  --  A Knight of The Seven Kingdoms [8.02]
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Tyrion Lannister:  It's strange, isn't it?  Almost everyone here has fought the Starks, at one time or another... and here we are in their castle, ready to defend it.  Together.
Brienne of Tarth: At least we'll die with honor.
Tyrion Lannister: I think we might live. [everyone snickers, including him] I, I do!  How many battles have we survived, between us?  Ser Davos Seaworth, survivor of both the Blackwater and the Battle of the Bastards.
Davos Seaworth: All without a shred of combat ability.
Tyrion Lannister:  Ser Jaime Lannister, fabled hero of the Siege of Pyke-
Jaime Lannister:  Fabled loser of the Battle of Whispering Wood.
Tyrion Lannister: Hear, hear!  Ser Brienne of Tarth, defeated the Hound.  Pardon me, Lady Brienne.
Tormund Giantsbane: She's not a "Ser?"  You're not a knight?
Brienne of Tarth: Women can't be knights.
Tormund Giantsbane:  Why not?
Brienne of Tarth:  Tradition.
Tormund Giantsbane: Fuck tradition.
Brienne of Tarth: I don't even want to be a knight.
Tormund Giantsbane: I'm no King.  But, if I were... I'd knight you, ten times over.
Jaime Lannister: You don't need a King.  Any knight can make another knight. [sets down his cup, walks around their chairs and draws his sword] I'll prove it.  Kneel, Lady Brienne. [Brienne stares at him, then scoffs] Do you want to be a knight, or not?  Kneel.
[Brienne looks first at Podrick, then at Jaime, who both nod to her; she comes over and kneels. Davos, Tormund, Tyrion and Podrick all turn around to watch]
Jaime Lannister: [resting his sword on each of her shoulders, in turn] In the name of the Warrior, I charge you to be brave. In the name of the Father, I charge you to be just.  In the name of the Mother, I charge you to defend the innocent. [lowers his sword] Arise, Brienne of Tarth... a knight of the Seven Kingdoms.
[As Brienne stands, smiling, Tormund begins applauding, followed by the others]
Tyrion Lannister: [raising his cup] Ser Brienne of Tarth!  Knight of the Seven Kingdoms!

  --  A Knight of The Seven Kingdoms [8.02]
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Arya Stark: Get down to the crypt.
Sansa Stark:  I'm not abandoning my-
Arya Stark: [hands her a dragonglass dagger] Take this and go.
Sansa Stark:  I don't know how to use it.
Arya Stark: Stick 'em with the pointy end.

  --  The Long Night [8.03]
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Varys: At least we're already in a crypt.
Tyrion Lannister: If we were up there, we might see something everyone else is missing.  Something that makes a difference. [Varys scoffs]  What?  Remember the Battle of the Blackwater?  I brought us through the Mud-Gate.
Varys:  And got your face cut in half-
Tyrion Lannister: And it made a difference.  If I was out there, right now-
Sansa Stark: You'd die. [Tyrion turns toward her] There's nothing you can do.
Tyrion Lannister: You might be surprised at the lengths I'd go to avoid joining the Army of the Dead. I can think of no organization less suited to my talents.
Sansa Stark: Witty remarks won't make a difference.  That's why we're down here; none of us can do anything.  It's the truth.  It's the most heroic thing we can do, now: look the truth in the face.
Tyrion Lannister: ...Maybe we should've stayed married.
Sansa Stark: [smiles] You were the best of them.
Tyrion Lannister: What a ...terrifying thought!
Sansa Stark: [smiles briefly] It wouldn't work between us.
Tyrion Lannister:  Why not?
Sansa Stark: The Dragon Queen.  Your divided loyalties would become a problem.
Missandei: [sarcastically] Yes, without the Dragon Queen there'd be no problem at all.  We'd all be dead already.

  --  The Long Night [8.03]
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Theon Greyjoy: They lit the trench.  Bran?  I just want you to know... I wish, the things I did-
Brandon Stark: Everything you did brought you where you are now.  Where you belong.  Home.

  --  The Long Night [8.03]
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Beric Dondarrion: CLEGANE!  Clegane, we need you!  Don't give up on us-
Sandor Clegane: [utterly shellshocked] FUCK OFF!  We can't beat them!  Don't you see that, you stupid whore?!  We're fighting death!  I can't beat death.
Beric Dondarrion: Tell her that. [he points to Arya, who is single-handedly drawing off and destroying many wights]
[Clegane gets up and rushes to Arya's aid]

  --  The Long Night [8.03]
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[As Beric Dondarrion lays dying next to Arya]
Melisandre: The Lord brought him back for a purpose. Now that purpose has been served.
Arya Stark: I know you.
Melisandre: And I know you.
Arya Stark: You said we'd meet again.
Melisandre: And here we are, at the end of the world.
Arya Stark: You said I'd shut many eyes forever. You were right about that too.
Melisandre: Brown eyes, green eyes, [Arya nods] and blue eyes. [Arya looks up at her in realization]
[The noise of the swarm of wights outside intensifies]
Melisandre: What do we say to the God of Death?
Arya Stark: Not today. [Exchanges a look with Melisandre, then leaves]

  --  The Long Night [8.03]
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Jon Snow:  We're here to say goodbye to our brothers and sisters.  To our fathers and mothers.  To our friends.  Our fellow men and women, who set aside their differences, to fight together... and die together, so that others might live.  Everyone in this world, owes them a debt that can never be repaid.  It is our duty and our honor, to keep them alive in memory, for those who come after us, and those who come after them... for as long as men draw breath.  They were the shields that guarded the realms of men.  And we shall never see their like again.

  --  The Last of the Starks [8.04]
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Tormund Giantsbane: Which one of you cowards shit in my pants!

  --  The Last of the Starks [8.04]
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Daenerys Targaryen: Are you drunk?
Jon Snow: No. [stumbles] Well, only a little. I didn't know Ser Jorah well, but I know this: if he could've chosen a way to die, it would've been protecting you.
Daenerys Targaryen: He loved me. And I couldn't love him back. Not the way he wanted. Not the way I love you. Is that all right? [they start to kiss, but Jon suddenly stops and steps away] I wish you'd never told me. If I didn't know, I'd be happy right now. I try to forget. Tonight I did for a while, and then I saw them all gathered around you. I saw the way they looked at you. I know that look. So many people have looked at me that way, but never here. Never on this side of the sea.
Jon Snow: I told you, I don't want it.
Daenerys Targaryen: It doesn't matter what you want! You didn't want to be King in the North! What happens when they demand that you press your claim, and take what is mine?
Jon Snow: [crouches in front of her] I'll refuse. You are my Queen, I don't know what else I can say.
Daenerys Targaryen: You can say nothing. To anyone, ever. Never tell them who you are. Swear your brother and Samwell Tarly to secrecy, and tell no one else. Or it will take a life of its own, and you won't be able to control it, or what it does to people! No matter how many times you bend the knee, no matter what you swear! [takes his hand] I want it to be the way it was between us.
Jon Snow: [squeezes her hand] I have to tell Sansa and Arya.
Daenerys Targaryen: Sansa will want to see me gone and you on the Iron Throne.
Jon Snow: She won't.
Daenerys Targaryen: She's not the girl you grew up with. Not after what she's seen, not after what they've done to her.
Jon Snow: I owe them the truth.
Daenerys Targaryen: Even if the truth destroys us?
Jon Snow: It won't.
Daenerys Targaryen: It will. I've never begged for anything... but I'm begging you. [tearfully] Don't do this. Please.
Jon Snow: You are my Queen. Nothing will change that. And they are my family.  We can live together.
Daenerys Targaryen: [coldly] We can. I've just told you how.

  --  The Last of the Starks [8.04]
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Grey Worm: [on the Unsullied] Half are gone.
Jon Snow:  The Northmen as well.
Varys: And the Golden Company has arrived in King's Landing, courtesy of the Greyjoy Fleet. The balance has become... distressingly even.
Missandei: When the people find out what we have done for them, how we saved them-
Daenerys Targaryen: Cersei will make sure they don't believe it.  We will hit her hard.  We will rip her out, root and stem.
Tyrion Lannister: The objective here is to remove Cersei, without destroying King's Landing.
Varys: Thankfully, she's losing allies by the day. Yara Greyjoy has retaken the Iron Islands in her Queen's name. The new Prince of Dorne pledges his support.
Daenerys Targaryen: No matter how many Lords turn against her, as long as she sits on the Iron Throne, she can call herself Queen of the Seven Kingdoms. We need the capital.
Tyrion Lannister: I watched the people of King's Landing rebel against their King when they were hungry, and that was before winter began.  Give them the opportunity, and they will cast Cersei aside.
Jon Snow: We'll surround the city. If the Iron Fleet tries to ferry in more food, the dragons will destroy them. If the Lannisters and the Golden Company attack, we'll defeat them in the field.
Tyrion Lannister: Once the people see that Cersei is our only enemy, her reign is over.
Daenerys Targaryen: All right.
Sansa Stark: The men we have left are exhausted. Many of them are wounded. They'll fight better if they have time to rest and recuperate.
Daenerys Targaryen: How long do you suggest?
Sansa Stark: I can't say for certain, not without talking to the officers.
Daenerys Targaryen: I came north to fight alongside you, at great cost to my armies and myself. Now that the time has come to reciprocate, you want to postpone.
Sansa Stark: It's not just our people, it's yours! You want to throw them into a war they're not ready to fight?
Daenerys Targaryen: The longer I leave my enemies alone, the stronger they become.
Jon Snow: [firmly] The Northern forces will honor their promises, and their allegiance to the Queen of the Seven Kingdoms. What you command, we will obey.
Tyrion Lannister: So. If all are in agreement... Jon and Ser Davos will ride down the Kingsroad with the Northern troops and the bulk of the remaining Dothraki and Unsullied. A smaller group of us will ride to White Harbor, and sail from there to Dragonstone, with our Queen and her dragons accompanying us from above. Ser Jaime has chosen to remain here, as a quest of the Lady of Winterfell.
Daenerys Targaryen: [locking eyes with Sansa] We have won the Great War. Now, we will win the last war. In all Seven Kingdoms, men will live without fear and cruelty... under their rightful Queen.

  --  The Last of the Starks [8.04]
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[As the Hound is leaving Winterfell, he notices Arya riding up to join him]
Sandor Clegane: For fuck's sake.
Arya Stark: On your own?
Sandor Clegane:  Not anymore.  I don't like crowds.
Arya Stark:  Me, neither.
Sandor Clegane:  Why not?  They all love you now, you're the big hero.
Arya Stark:  I don't like heroes.
Sandor Clegane: Must've felt good, sticking your knife in that horned fucker.
Arya Stark: [shrugs] Felt better than dying. [pause] You heading to King's Landing?
Sandor Clegane: I have some unfinished business.
Arya Stark: Me, too. [they glance at each other]
Sandor Clegane: I don't plan on coming back.
Arya Stark: Neither do I.
Sandor Clegane: Gonna leave me to die again, if I get hurt?
Arya Stark: Probably. [Sandor chuckles]

  --  The Last of the Starks [8.04]
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Tyrion Lannister: Think of the past twenty years. The war, the murder, the misery...all of it because Robert Baratheon loved someone who didn't love him back.
Varys: How many others know?
Tyrion Lannister: Including us? Eight.
Varys: Then it's not a secret anymore. It's information. If a handful of people know now, hundreds will soon, and then what happens?
Tyrion Lannister: She loses the North. She loses the Vale, Sansa will make sure of that.
Varys: [nods] It's worse than that. He has the better claim to the throne.
Tyrion Lannister: He doesn't want the throne.
Varys: I'm not sure it matters what he wants The fact is people are drawn to him; wildlings, northmen. He's a war hero.
Tyrion Lannister: He loves our queen...and she loves him. If we marry them, they could rule together-
Varys: She's his aunt.
Tyrion Lannister: That never stopped a Targaryen before.
Varys: No, but Jon grew up in Winterfell. Is marrying your aunt common in the north? You know our queen better than I do. Do you think she wants to share the throne? She doesn't like to have her authority questioned-
Tyrion Lannister: Something she has in common with every monarch who ever lived.
Varys: I worry about her state of mind.
Tyrion Lannister: We're advisors to the queen. Worrying about her state of mind is our job. We still have to take King's Landing. Maybe Cersei will win and kills us all. That would solve all our problems.

  --  The Last of the Starks [8.04]
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Varys: I have served tyrants most of my life. They all talk about destiny.
Tyrion Lannister: She's a girl who walked into a fire with three stones and walked out with three dragons. How could she not believe in destiny?
Varys: Perhaps that's the problem. Her life has convinced her that she was sent here to save us all.
Tyrion Lannister: And how do you know she wasn't?
Varys: [shrugs] Then, there's the problem of Jon Snow. Perhaps, it's actually a solution. You know them both. Tell me, who do you think would make a better ruler?
Tyrion Lannister: He doesn't want the throne. That's why he bent the knee.
Varys: Have you considered the best ruler might be someone who doesn't want to rule?
Tyrion Lannister: We're discussing treason.
Varys: Don't pretend you haven't thought about it.
Tyrion Lannister: Of course I've thought about it; thoughts aren't treason!
Varys:  He's temperate, and measured. He's a man. [Tyrion winces] Which makes him more appealing to the Lords of Westeros, whose support we are going to need.
Tyrion Lannister: Joffrey was a man. I don't think a cock is a true qualification, as I'm sure you'd agree.
Varys: And, he's the heir to the throne. Yes, because he's a man; cocks are important, I'm afraid.
Tyrion Lannister: What about my earlier proposal? They could rule together as King and Queen.
Varys: She's too strong for him. She'd bend him to her will, as she already has.
Tyrion Lannister: He could temper her worst impulses.
Varys: As you have? [pause] You're drinking quite a lot. A Targaryen father and a Stark mother. Jon's the one man alive who might actually be able to keep the North in the Seven Kingdoms.
Tyrion Lannister: How many Kings and Queens have you served? Five? Six? I've lost count.
Varys: You've always known my reasons.
Tyrion Lannister: At a certain point, you choose a person you believe in, and you fight for that person.
Varys: Even if you know it's a mistake?
Tyrion Lannister: I believe in our Queen. She'll make the right choice. With the help of her loyal advisors.
Varys:You know where my loyalty stands. You know I will never betray the Realm.
Tyrion Lannister:  What is the "Realm?!" A vast continent, home to millions of people, most of whom don't care who sits on the Iron Throne!
Varys: Millions of people, many of whom will die if the wrong person sits on that throne! We don't know their names, but they're just as real as you and I. They deserve to live. They deserve food for their children. [pause] I will act in their interest, no matter the personal cost.
Tyrion Lannister: So what happens to her? [Varys stares at him grimly, Tyrion shakes his head] Please. Don't.
Varys: I've spoken as honestly as I can. Each of us has a choice to make. I pray we choose wisely.

  --  The Last of the Starks [8.04]
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Varys: The Northern Armies?
Jon Snow: Just crossed the Trident. They'll be at the gates of King's Landing in two days. [pause] How is she?
Varys: She hasn't seen anyone since we returned. Hasn't left her chambers, hasn't accepted any food.
Jon Snow: She shouldn't be alone.
Varys: You're worried for her. I admire your empathy.
Jon Snow: Aren't you worried for her?
Varys: I'm worried for all of us. They say "every time a Targaryen is born, the Gods flip a coin, and the world holds its' breath."
Jon Snow: We're not much for riddles, where I'm from.
Varys: We both know what she's about to do.
Jon Snow: That's her decision to make. She is our Queen.
Varys: Men decide where power resides, whether or not they know it.
Jon Snow: What do you want?
Varys: All I've ever wanted. The right ruler on the Iron Throne. I still don't know how her coin has landed... but, I'm quite certain about yours.
Jon Snow: I don't want it. I never have.
Varys: I have known more Kings and Queens than any man living. I've heard what they say to crowds, and seen what they do in shadows. I have furthered their designs, however horrible. But what I tell you now, is true: you will rule wisely and well, while she-
Jon Snow:  She... is my Queen.

  --  The Bells [8.05]
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Tyrion Lannister: The people who live there, they're not your enemies.  They're innocents, like the ones you liberated in Meereen!
Daenerys Targaryen: In Meereen, the slaves turned on the Masters and liberated the city themselves the moment I arrived.
Tyrion Lannister: They're afraid! Anyone who resists Cersei will see his family butchered! You can't expect them to be heroes. They're hostages.
Daenerys Targaryen: They are. In a tyrant's grip. Whose fault is that? Mine?
Tyrion Lannister: What does it matter whose fault it is?! Thousands of children will die if the city burns!
Daenerys Targaryen: Your sister knows how to use her enemies' weaknesses against them. That's what she thinks our mercy is. Weakness.
Tyrion Lannister: I beg you, my Queen.
Daenerys Targaryen: But she's wrong. Mercy is our strength. Our mercy towards future generations, who will never again be held hostage by a tyrant. [to Grey Worm] Ready the Unsullied. Tonight you sail for King's Landing to join the Northern armies.
Tyrion Lannister: Cersei's followers will abandon her, if they know the war is lost. Give them that chance. If the city surrenders, they will ring the bells and raise the gates. Please, if you hear them ringing the bells, call off the attack.
[after a pause, Dany nods to Grey Worm]
Daenerys Targaryen: Wait for me outside the city. You'll know when it's time.
[Grey Worm nods and leaves. After a pause, Tyrion bows and starts to leave]
Daenerys Targaryen: Your brother was stopped, trying to get through our lines. [Tyrion turns around] It seems he hasn't abandoned your sister, after all. The next time you fail me... will be the last time you fail me.

  --  The Bells [8.05]
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Tyrion Lannister: How did they find you? [Jaime raises his gilded hand] Did you consider taking it off?
Jaime Lannister: Cersei once called me "the stupidest Lannister".
Tyrion Lannister: And you're going back with her, to die with her.
Jaime Lannister: You've underestimated her before.
Tyrion Lannister: She's going to die. Unless you can convince her to change her course of action.
Jaime Lannister: Difficult to do from here. [Tyrion holds up a key, Jaime exhales sharply] When have I ever been able to convince Cersei of anything?
Tyrion Lannister: Try. If not for yourself, if not for her... then for every one of the million people in that city, innocent or otherwise.
Jaime Lannister: To be honest, I never really much cared for them. Innocent or otherwise.
Tyrion Lannister: You do care for one innocent. I know you do. And so does Cersei. She has a reason now.
Jaime Lannister: [shakes his head] The child is the reason she'll never give an inch. All the worst things she's ever done, she's done for her children. It's not impossible that she'll win.
Tyrion Lannister: She won't.
Jaime Lannister: Her enemies' forces have been depleted, as she said they would be. Two of the three dragons are dead. [shrugs] She's evened the odds.
Tyrion Lannister: The city will fall tomorrow.
Jaime Lannister: She has the Lannister army, she has the Golden Company.
Tyrion Lannister: I defended this city last time it was attacked, I know it better than anyone! It will fall tomorrow!
Jaime Lannister: Then I suppose I'll die tomorrow, if not before.
Tyrion Lannister: Why? [sits down in front of Jaime] Escape. The two of you, together. Remember where we met, where they keep the dragon skulls, beneath the Red Keep? [Jaime nods] Take her down there. Keep following the staircases down, down as far as they'll go. You'll come out onto a beach, at the foot of the Keep. A dinghy will be waiting for you. Sail out of the bay. If the winds are kind, you'll make it to Pentos. Start a new life.
Jaime Lannister: Sail right past the Iron Fleet and into a new life?  Sounds a lot less likely than Cersei winning this war.
Tyrion Lannister: There won't be an Iron Fleet for much longer! Do it! If you don't, you'll never see Cersei again. [pause] Swear to me.
Jaime Lannister: You have my word.
[Tyrion begins unlocking Jaime's chains]
Tyrion Lannister: If it works, give the order to ring all the bells in King's Landing and open the gates. That will be our signal that the city has surrendered.
Jaime Lannister: I'll try.
[He pulls his collar off]
Tyrion Lannister: I never thought I'd get to repay the favor. Remember, ring the bells and open the gates.
Jaime Lannister: Your Queen will execute you for this.
Tyrion Lannister: If Daenerys can make it to the throne without wading through a river of blood, maybe she'll show mercy to the person who made that possible. [Jaime looks at him skeptically] Tens of thousands of innocent lives... one not particularly innocent dwarf. It seems like a fair trade. [pause] If it weren't for you, I never would've survived my childhood.
Jaime Lannister: You would have.
Tyrion Lannister:  [shakes his head] You were the only one... who didn't treat me like a monster. [tearfully] You were all I had.
[The brothers embrace]

  --  The Bells [8.05]
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[Dany's forces storm King's Landing, as Drogon strafes the city walls]
Qyburn: Your Grace?
Cersei: All we need is one good shot.
Qyburn: All the scorpions have been destroyed, Your Grace.
Cersei Lannister: The Iron Fleet hold Blackwater Bay. Euron killed one of her dragons, he can kill another.
Qyburn: Your Grace, the Iron Fleet is... burning. The gates have been breached! The Golden Company...
Cersei Lannister: Our men will fight harder than sellswords ever could! They will defend their Queen to the last man.
Qyburn: Yes, Your Grace.
Cersei Lannister: The Red Keep has never fallen. It won't fall today.

  --  The Bells [8.05]
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Euron Greyjoy: Kingslayer!
Jaime Lannister: I need to get the Queen out of King's Landing.
Euron Greyjoy: Listen! That's the sound of a city dying. It's over.
Jaime Lannister: Well, maybe for you.
[Jaime turns to leave, but stops as he hears Euron drawing his blade]
Euron Greyjoy: If you kill another King before you die, they'll sing about you forever.
Jaime Lannister: You're no King.
Euron Greyjoy: Oh, but I am. And I fucked the Queen. If I win, I'll bring your head to Cersei so you can kiss her, one last time.

  --  The Bells [8.05]
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[Arya and the Hound advance through the collapsing Red Keep]
Sandor Clegane: [watching Drogon fly overhead] Go home, girl. The fire will get her, or one of the Dothraki. Or maybe that dragon will eat her. It doesn't matter; she's dead. And you'll be dead too, if you don't get out of here.
Arya Stark: I'm going to kill her. [she tries to pass, but the Hound grabs her arm]
Sandor Clegane: You think you've wanted revenge for a long time? I've been after it all my life. [Arya wrenches her arm free] It's all I care about, and look at me. LOOK AT ME! [pause]  You wanna be like me? [tousles her hair] You come with me, you die here. [he walks past]
Arya Stark: Sandor. [he turns back] Thank you.

  --  The Bells [8.05]
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[After knocking off Gregor's helmet, revealing his grotesque face]
Sandor Clegane: Yeah... that's you. That's what you've always been.

  --  The Bells [8.05]
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[Daenerys addresses her army before the ruins of the Red Keep]
Daenerys Targaryen: [in Dothraki] Blood of my blood! You kept all your promises to me. You killed my enemies in their iron suits. You tore down their stone houses. You gave me the Seven Kingdoms! [the Dothraki cheer and Drogon roars. Daenerys turns to Grey Worm, addressing him in High Valyrian] You have walked beside me since the Plaza of Pride. You are the bravest of men, the most loyal of soldiers. I name you commander of all my forces, the Queen's Master of War! [the Unsullied stamp their spears in approval, while Grey Worm nods in gratitude] Unsullied. All of you were torn from your mothers' arms and made into slaves. Now...you are liberators! You have freed the people of King's Landing from the grip of a tyrant! But the war is not over. We will not lay down our spears until we have liberated all the people of the world! From Winterfell to Dorne, from Lannisport to Qarth, from the Summer Isles to the Jade Sea! Men, women and children have suffered too long beneath the wheel. Will you break the wheel with me?! [her armies cheer in affirmation. As she watches, Tyrion steps forward to stand beside her. She doesn't look at him] You freed your brother. You committed treason.
Tyrion Lannister: [disgusted] I freed my brother. And you slaughtered a city. [Tyrion tears off his Hand of the Queen brooch and throws it away]

  --  The Iron Throne [8.06]
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[Jon Snow comes to see Tyrion after Daenerys has him arrested for treason]
Tyrion Lannister: Did you bring any wine?
Jon Snow: No.
Tyrion Lannister: Well, thank you for coming to see me. Our Queen doesn't keep prisoners for long. I suppose there's a crude kind of justice: I betrayed my closest friend and watched him burn. Now Varys's ashes can tell my ashes "See? I told you so". It just occurred to me, I'm talking to the only man alive who knows where I'm going. So is there life after death?
Jon Snow: Not that I've seen.
Tyrion Lannister: I should be thankful. Oblivion is the best I can hope for. I strangled my lover. I shot my own father with a crossbow. I betrayed my Queen.
Jon Snow: You didn't-
Tyrion Lannister: I did...and I'd do it again, now that I've seen what I've seen. I chose my fate. The people of King's Landing didn't.
Jon Snow: I can't justify what happened. I won't try...but the war is over now.
Tyrion Lannister: Is it? When you heard her talking to her soldiers, did she sound like someone who's done fighting? She liberated the people of Slaver's Bay, she liberated the people of King's Landing and she'll go on liberating until the people of the world are free...and she rules them all!
Jon Snow: And you've been by her side, counselling her, until today!
Tyrion Lannister: Until today. Varys was right. I was wrong. It was vanity to think I could guide her. Our Queen's nature is fire and blood.
Jon Snow: You think our House words are stamped on our bodies when we're born and that's who we are?! Then I'd be fire and blood too! She's not her father, no more than you're Tywin Lannister!
Tyrion Lannister: My father was an evil man. My sister was an evil woman. Pile up all the bodies of all the people they ever killed; there still won't be as many as our beautiful Queen slaughtered in a single day!
Jon Snow: Cersei left her no choice-
Tyrion Lannister: The moment the gates fell, the battle was over!
Jon Snow: She saw her friend beheaded! She saw her dragon shot out of the sky!
Tyrion Lannister: And she burned down an entire city for it!
Jon Snow: Aye, it's easy to judge when you're standing far from the battlefield!
Tyrion Lannister: Would you have done it?
Jon Snow: What?
Tyrion Lannister: You've been up there, on a dragon's back. You've had that kind of power. Would you have burned the city down?
Jon Snow: I don't know.
Tyrion Lannister: Oh, yes you do! You won't say because you don't want to betray her, but you know.
Jon Snow: What does it matter what I'd do?
Tyrion Lannister: It matters more than anything. When she murdered the slavers of Astapor, I'm sure no one but the slavers complained. After all, they were evil men. When she crucified hundreds of Meereenese nobles, who could argue? They were evil men. The Dothraki khals she burned alive? They would have done worse to her. Everywhere she goes, evil men die and we cheer her for it. And she grows more powerful and more sure that she is good and right. She believes her destiny is to build a better world, for everyone. If you believed that, truly believed it, wouldn't you kill everyone who stood between you and paradise? [unable to answer, Jon sinks into a nearby chair] I know you love her. I love her too, though not as successfully as you. But I believed in her, with all my heart. Love is more powerful than reason, we all know that. Look at my brother.
Jon Snow: "Love is the death of duty."
Tyrion Lannister: You just came up with that?
Jon Snow: Maester Aemon said it, a long time ago.
Tyrion Lannister: Sometimes, duty is the death of love. You are the shield that guards the realms of men, and you've always tried to do the right thing, no matter the cost. You've tried to protect people. Who is the greatest threat to the people now? It's a terrible thing I'm asking. It's also the right thing. Do you think I'm the last man she'll execute? Who's more dangerous than the rightful heir to the Iron Throne?
Jon Snow: That's her decision. She is the Queen. I'm sorry it came to this. [Jon moves to leave]
Tyrion Lannister: And your sisters? Do you see them bending the knee?
Jon Snow: My sisters will be loyal to the throne.
Tyrion Lannister: Why do you think Sansa told me the truth about you?! Because she doesn't want Dany to be Queen-!
Jon Snow: She doesn't get to choose!
Tyrion Lannister: No! But you do. And you have to choose now.

  --  The Iron Throne [8.06]
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[Daenerys inspects the Iron Throne as Jon enters the throne room behind her]
Daenerys Targaryen: When I was a girl, my brother told me it was made from a thousand swords from Aegon's fallen enemies. What do a thousand swords look like in the mind of a little girl who can't count to twenty? I imagined a mountain of swords too high to climb. So many fallen enemies you could only see the soles of Aegon's feet!
Jon Snow: I saw them executing Lannister prisoners in the street! They said they were acting on your orders.
Daenerys Targaryen: It was necessary.
Jon Snow: Necessary?! Have you been down there?! Have you seen?! Children, little children burned!
Daenerys Targaryen: I tried to make peace with Cersei. She used their innocence as a weapon against me. She thought it would cripple me.
Jon Snow: And Tyrion?
Daenerys Targaryen: He conspired behind my back with my enemies. How have you treated people who did the same to you, even when it broke your heart?
Jon Snow: [close to tears] Forgive him.
Daenerys Targaryen: I can't.
Jon Snow: You can. You can forgive all of them, make them see they made a mistake. Make them understand. Please, Dany.
Daenerys Targaryen: We can't hide behind small mercies. The world we need won't be built by men loyal to the one we have.
Jon Snow: The world we need is a world of mercy, it has to be!
Daenerys Targaryen: And it will be! It's not easy to see something that's never been before...a good world.
Jon Snow: How do you know? How do you know it will be good?
Daenerys Targaryen: Because I know what is good. And so do you.
Jon Snow: I don't!
Daenerys Targaryen: You do! You do, you've always known!
Jon Snow: What about everyone else? All the other people who think they know what's good?
Daenerys Targaryen: They don't get to choose. Be with me. Build the new world with me! This is our reason! It has been from the beginning, since you were a little boy with a bastard's name and I was a little girl who couldn't count to twenty! We do it together! We break the wheel...together.
Jon Snow: You are my Queen. Now and always.
[They kiss, then Jon stabs Daenerys]

  --  The Iron Throne [8.06]
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Tyrion Lannister: What unites people? Armies? Gold? Flags? Stories. There's nothing more powerful than a good story. Nothing can stop it. No enemy can defeat it. And who has a better story than Bran the Broken? The boy who fell from a high tower and lived. He knew he'd never walk again, so he learned to fly. He crossed beyond the Wall, a crippled boy, and became the Three-Eyed Raven. He is our memory, the keeper of all our stories. The wars, weddings, births, massacres, famines. Our triumphs, our defeats, our past. Who better to lead us into the future?
Sansa Stark: Bran has no interest in ruling and he can't father children.
Tyrion Lannister: Good. Sons of kings can be cruel and stupid, as you well know. His will never torment us. [Looks to Grey Worm] That is the wheel our queen wanted to break. From now on, rulers will not be born. They will be chosen on this spot by the lords and ladies of Westeros to serve the realm.
[Looks to Bran again]
Tyrion Lannister: I know you don't want it. I know you don't care about power. But I ask you now. If we choose you, will you wear the crown? Will you lead the Seven Kingdoms to the best of your abilities from this day until your last day?
Bran Stark: Why do you think I came all this way?
Tyrion Lannister: To Brandon of House Stark...I say aye.

  --  The Iron Throne [8.06]
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Tyrion Lannister: [sees a large book placed in front of him] What's this?
Samwell Tarly: A Song of Ice and Fire. Archmaester Ebrose's history of the wars following the death of King Robert. I helped him with the title.
Tyrion Lannister: [flips through pages] I suppose I come in for some heavy criticism.
Samwell Tarly: Oh, I wouldn't say that.
Tyrion Lannister: Oh, he's kind to me. Never would've guessed. [Sam doesn't reply] He's not kind?
Samwell Tarly: He...
Tyrion Lannister: He what? What does he say about me?
Samwell Tarly: ...I don't believe you're mentioned, ahem.
[Tyrion closes the book dumbfounded as Ser Brienne enters with King Bran in tow]
Tyrion Lannister: Your Grace.
Samwell Tarly: Your Grace.
Bronn: Your Grace.
Davos Seaworth: Your Grace.
Bran Stark: We appear to be missing a Master of Whisperers. And a Master of Laws. And a Master of War.
Tyrion Lannister: Yes, Your Grace. Suitable prospects will be brought to you for an audience in the coming weeks.
Bran Stark: [Nods] And Drogon? Any word?
Samwell Tarly: He was last spotted flying east, toward -
Bronn: The farther away, the better.
Bran Stark: Perhaps I can find him. Do carry on with the rest.
Tyrion Lannister: As you wish, Your Grace.
Brienne of Tarth: Ser Podrick.
[Podrick Payne, now a member of the Kingsguard, enters as members of the Small Council all rise]
Tyrion Lannister: [clears throat] We serve at your pleasure, King Bran the Broken, ruler of the Six Kingdoms and Protector of the Realm. Long may he reign.
Samwell Tarly: Long may he reign.
Davos Seaworth: Long may he reign.
Brienne of Tarth: Long may he reign.
Bronn: Long may he reign.
Tyrion Lannister: That will improve.
Bran Stark: [As he is wheeled out by Podrick] I'm sure it will.
Tyrion Lannister: Ser Bronn of the Blackwater, Lord of Highgarden, Lord Paramount of the Reach and Master of Coin, would you say the crown's debt to you has been paid?
Bronn: In full, my lord Hand.
Tyrion Lannister: Good. Time to start incurring a new one. We have hungry people to feed. Can we expect some assistance in this regard?
Bronn: Indeed we can.
Tyrion Lannister: Lord Davos, we have an armada to rebuild and ports to repair.
Davos Seaworth: We have. These projects will begin as soon as the Master of Coin and Lord of Lofty Titles provides funding.
Bronn: The Master of Coin looks forward to helping the Master of Ships, but first he has to ensure we're not wasting coin, or soon there won't be no more coin.
Davos Seaworth: "Any more."
Bronn: You Master of Grammar now too?
Tyrion Lannister: Grandmaester, ahem, it is my theory, based on my years of work on the Casterly Rock sewers, that clean water leads to a healthier population.
Samwell Tarly: The Archmaester has done some research on this subject and it turns out-
Bronn: The strong live and the weak don't.
Tyrion Lannister: Find the best builders and set them to the task.
Bronn: Oh, speaking of builders, all the best brothels burned down. The Master of Coin is willing to fund reconstruction.
Samwell Tarly: Uh...the Archmaester is less than enthusiastic about the salutary effects of brothels.
Bronn: Well, I imagine he isn't using them properly.
Brienne of Tarth: I think we can all agree that ships take precedence over brothels.
Bronn: I think that's a very presumptuous statement.
Tyrion Lannister: I once brought a jackass and a honeycomb into a brothel.

  --  The Iron Throne [8.06]
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