Guard 1: Eh, oh, where you going?
Arya: In there. I live here.
Guard 1: Fuck off.
Arya: I am Arya Stark, this is my home.
Guard 2: Arya Stark's dead.
Arya: Send for Maester Luwin or Ser Rodrick. They'll tell you who I am.
Guard 2: There's no Rodrick here.
Guard 1: Maester's named Walcolm.
Arya: Go ask Jon Snow then, the King in the North. He's my brother.
Guard 1: He's a thousand miles away.
Guard 2: Look, it's cold and we're busy, so y'know, best fuck off.
Arya: If Jon's gone, who's in charge of Winterfell?
Guard 2: The Lady of Winterfell... Lady Stark?
Arya: Which Lady Stark?
Guard 1: You tell us. You're the one impersonating her sister.
Arya: Tell Sansa her sister's home.
Guard 1: Lady Sansa is too busy to waste her breath on you. Just like us, so for the last time, fuck off.
Arya: I'm getting into this castle one way or another. If I'm not who I say I am, I won't last long. If I am and Sansa finds out you turned me away...