Cersei: Targareyans wed brothers and sisters for 300 years to keep the bloodline pure. Jaime and I are more than brother and sister. We shared a womb. We came into this world together, we belong together.
Ned: My son saw you with him.
Cersei: Do you love your children?
Ned: With all my heart.
Cersei: As do I.
Ned: And they're all Jaime's.
Cersei: Thank the Gods for that.

Ned: You're too fat for your armor.
King Robert: Fat? Fat is it? Is that how you speak to your King?

Ned: Very handsome armor. Not a scratch on it.
Jaime: People have been swinging at me for years, they always seem to miss.
Ned: You've chosen your opponents wisely.
Jaime: I have a knack for it.

Ned: 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 in the shadow of an unborn child.
Robert: She dies.
Ned: I will have not part of it.
Robert: You're the King's Hand Lord Stark, you will do as I command or I'll find me a hand who will.
Ned: And good luck to him, I thought you were a better man.
Robert: Out, damn you, I'm done with you! Go, run back to Winterfell! I'll have your head on a spike!!

Jaime: 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: But you just stood here and watched.
Jaime: Five hundred men stood here and watched. All the great knights of the seven kingdoms. Do you think anyone said a word, lifted a finger? No, Lord Stark, 500 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.

King Robert: You heard The Hand. Go find the breast plate stretcher. Now!
Ned: The breast plate stretcher?
King Robert: How long before he figures it out.
Ned: Maybe you should have one invented.

Robert: The girl, Daenerys, you were right. Varys, Littlefinger, my bother, worthless. No one to tell me right but you . Only you. Let her live. Stop it if it's not too late.
Ned: I will.
Robert: And my son, help him Ned, make him better than me.

Ned: Stannis is a commander. He's lead many to war, twice. He destroyed the Greyjoy fleet.
Renly: 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: I will not dishonor Robert's last hours by shedding blood in his halls, and dragging frightened children from their beds.

You think my life is such a precious thing to me, that I would trade my honor for a few more years...of what?

Jaime: I'm looking for my brother. You remember my brother, don't you Lord Stark? Blond hair, sharp of tongue, short man.
Ned: I remember him well.
Jaime: It seems he had some trouble on the road. You wouldn't know what happened to him, would you?
Ned: He was taken at my command, to answer for his crimes.

Ned: The king has no true born sons. Joffrey and Tommen are Jaime Lannister's bastards.
Baelish: So, when the King dies...
Ned: The throne passes to his brother, Lord Stannis.