Bronn: What will you do?
Tyrion: I suppose I'll have to kill the Mountain myself. Won't that make for a great song.
Bronn: I hope to hear them sing it one day.

Samwell Tarly. Slayer of White Walkers. Lover of ladies. As if we need anymore signs the world was ending.

Eddard

I humble myself before the seven and accept whatever punishment the gods deem just.

Ser Loras

Listen to me. Sometimes possession is an abstract concept. When they captured me, they took my purse, but the gold is still mine.

Tyrion

The High Septon has called for an inquest, not a trial. Just a small hearing to determine whether the charges against Loras have merit. Which I'm sure they don't. Loras will be freed, our happy alliance will continue. And we'll forget this unfortunate conversation ever happened.

Cersei

That's what I do. I drink and I know things.

Tyrion

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?

I have no interest in hospitality or comfort. I'll stay with Drogo until he fulfills his end of the bargain and I get my crown.

Viserys

Jon: The Night King is coming.
Daenerys: The dead are already here.

I am Sansa Stark of Winterfell. This is my home. And you can't frighten me.

Sansa

Your mother's dead, before long I'll be dead, and you, and your brother, and your sister and all of her children. All of us dead, all of us rotting in the ground. It's the family name that lives on. That's all that lives on. Not your personal glory, not your honor, but family. Do you understand?

Tywin

King Robert: Lord Eddard Stark, I would name you the Hand of the king.
Ned: I'm not worthy of the honor
King Robert: I'm not trying to honor you, I'm trying to get you to run my kingdom while I eat drink and whore my way to an early grave. Dammit, Ned, stand up.