Jaime: Shhh...Listen. Do you hear them? How many do you think are in there with him. Guess.
Jory: Three, four.
Jaime: He likes to do this while I'm on duty. Makes me listen while he insults my sister.
Jory: Forgive me my Lord...
Jaime: Why do I have to forgive you, have you wronged me?

Anyway, don't despair, I'm a constant disappointment to my own father and I've learned to live with it. Here, your next tumble with Roz is on me. I'll try not to wear her out.

Tyrion

Tyrion: Come to see me off Greyjoy? Kind of you. Your master doesn't seem to like Lannisters.
Theon: He's not my master.
Tyrion: No, of course not. What happened here, where is Lady Stark, why didn't she receive me:
Theon: She wasn't feeling well.
Tyrion: She's not in Winterfell, is she? Where did she go?
Theon: My lady's whereabouts...
Tyrion: My lady? Your loyalty to your loyalty to your captors is touching. Tell me, how do you think Balon Greyjoy would feel knowing his only surviving son had turned lackey.

Tyrion: I must say I received a slighter warmer welcome on my last visit.
Robb: Any man of the Night's Watch is welcome at Winterfell.
Tyrion: Any man of the Night's Watch but not I, eh boy?
Robb: I'm not your boy, Lannister. I'm Lord of Winterfell while my father is away.
Tyrion: Then you might learn a Lord's courtesy.

Bran: I'm not a cripple.
Tyrion: Then I'm not a dwarf. My father will be rejoiced to hear it.

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.

I am a Khaleesi of the Dothraki. I am the wife of the great Kahl and I carry his son inside me. The next time you raise a hand to me will be the last time you have hands.

Daenerys

Arya: Can I be a lord of holdfast?
Ned: You will marry a high lord, and rule his castle. Your sons shall be knights, and princes and lords.
Arya: No. That's not me.

Ned: I've heard it said that poison is a woman's weapon.
Grand Maester: Yes, women, cravens and eunuchs. Did you know that Lord Varys is a eunuch?

Grand Maester: There was one phrase he kept repeating.
Ned: The seed is strong. What does that mean?
Grand Maester: A dying mind is a demented mind, Lord Stark. For all the weight they're given, last words are usually as significant as first words.

What did I buy you for? To make me sad?

Viserys

The Little Lord's been dreaming again.

Old Nan