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.
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.
——You would spill blood in this holy place?
——The gods won't mind. They've spilled more blood than all of us combined.
Poisoned by our enemies.
I am the storm, brother. The first storm and the last.
I drink and I know things.
When I was a child my 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. Everyone laughed like it was the funniest thing they’d 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.
Zyhys oñoso jehikagon Aeksiot epi, se gis hen syndrorro jemagon.
We ask the Lord to shine his light, and lead a soul out of darkness.Zyhys perzys stepagon Aeksio Oño jorepi, se morghultas lys qelitsos sikagon.
We beg the Lord to share his fire, and light a candle that has gone out.
Hen syndrorro, oños. Hen ñuqir, perzys. Hen morghot, glaeson.
From darkness, light. From ashes, fire. From death, life.
The past is already written. The ink is dry.
——I wish you good fortune in the wars to come. And now it begins.
——No now it ends.
I fought. I lost. Now I rest. But you, Lord Snow, you’ll be fighting their battles forever.
Wear it. Burn it. Whatever you want. You have Castle Black. My watch is ended.
Your father was a cunt.
We never should have left Winterfell.
And that wilding fellow, with the beard!
You are not going to serve. You are going to die.
Did you know about Ramsay? If you didn’t know, you’re an idiot. If you did know, you’re my enemy.
The time has come. Leave me!
Hold the door!
Every Khal who ever lived chose three blood riders to fight beside him and guard his way, But I am not a Khal. I will not choose three blood riders. I choose you all.
I have to go. My father is waiting for me.
When I last saw you, you were a boy.
Knowledge has made you powerful. But there's still so much you don't know.
As long as I’m standing, the war is not over. This is my home. I was born in this castle and I’m ready to die in it.
——Violence is a disease. You don't cure a disease by spreading it to more people.
——You don't cure it by dying, either.
Drink. 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?
I prefer chicken.
Shall we pray?
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. 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.
One last thing, Ser Jamie. Should I fail to persuade the Blackfish to surrender, and if you attack the castle, honor compels me to fight for Lady Sansa's kin... to fight against you.
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.
——Finally a girl is no one.
——A girl is Arya Stark of Winterfell. And I’m going home.
I choose violence.
You’ve lost, Cersei. It’s the only joy I can find in all this misery.
Most famous dwarf in the world.
Despite appearances… I think you’ll find the city’s on the rise.
You’re going to die tomorrow, Lord Bolton. Sleep well.
If I fall, don't bring me back.
Your words will disappear. Your house will disappear. Your name will disappear. All memory of you will disappear.
——And I imagine your offer is free of any marriage demands?
——I never demand, but I’m up for anything really.
Forget the bloody gods and listen to what I’m telling you.
I do things because they feel good.
My name is Arya Stark. I want you to know that. The last thing you’ll ever see is a Stark smiling down at you, as you die.
I loved that girl like she was my own. She was good, she was kind and you killed her.
Tyrion Lannister, I name you Hand of the Queen.
What’s your name again ? Barbaro ? You look like an angry little boy. Don't presume to tell me what I need. You shut up dear. Anything from you? Good, let the grown women speak
Promise me, Ned.
Well, father always promised, didn’t he?
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.
The King in the North! The King in the North! The King in the North! The King in the North!
Long may she reign.