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: 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.


Arya: Can lord of a 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?


The Little Lord's been dreaming again.

Old Nan