Next time I have an idea like that, punch me in the face.

Tyrion

Would it be excessive of me to ask you to save my life twice in a week?

Tyrion

Walder Frey: My granddaughter, Waltha? Walra? Waldina.
Mary: I'm Mary.
Walder Frey: Fine.

I think mothers and fathers made up the gods because they wanted their children to sleep through the night.

Davos

Tormund: I have a beauty waiting for me back in Winterfell... if I ever get back there. Yellow hair, blue eyes, tallest woman you've ever seen. Almost as tall as you.
The Hound: Brienne of Tarth.
Tormund: You know her?
The Hound: You're with Brienne of fucking Tarth.
Tormund: Well, not with her yet. But I see the way she looks at me.
The Hound: How does she look at you? Like, she wants to carve you up and eat your liver?
Tormund: You do know her.
The Hound: We've met.
Tormund: I want to make babies with her. Think of them, great big monsters. They'd conquer the world.
The Hound: How did a mad fucker like you live this long?

King Robert: Sometimes I don't know what holds it together.
Cersei: Our marriage.
King Robert: So, here we sit, 17 years later, holding it all together.
Don't you get tired?
Cersei: Every day.
King Robert: How long can hate hold a thing together?
Cersei: Well, 17 years is quite a long time.

Cersei: You're just a soldier, aren't you? You take your orders and you carry on. I suppose it makes sense. Your older brother was trained to lead, and you were trained to follow.
Ned: I was also trained to kill my enemies, your Grace.
Cersei: As was I.

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.

Jaime: Quite the little climber, aren't you? How old are you boy?
Bran: Ten.
Jaime. Ten. The things I do for love.

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

Tell me, which do you favor, your fingers or your tongue?

Joffrey

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.