I'm not the red woman. Take your own bloody pants off.

Arya

Daenerys: Your sister pledged to send her army North.
Jaime: She did.
Daenerys: I don't see an army. I see one man ... with one hand. It appears your sister lied to me.
Jaime: She lied to me as well. She never had any intention of sending her army North. She has Euron Greyjoy's fleet and 20,000 fresh troops. The Golden Company from Essos, bought and paid for. Even if we defeat the dead, she'll have more than enough to destroy the survivors.
Daenerys: We?
Jaime: I promised to fight for the living and I aim to keep that promise.
Tyrion: Your grace, I know my brother.
Daenerys: Like you knew your sister?
Tyrion: He came here alone, knowing full well how he would be received. Why do that if he weren't telling the truth?
Daenerys: Perhaps he'd trust his little brother to defend him, right up to the moment he slits my throat.

Gendry: It's going to be safer down in the crypt you know.
Arya: Are you going to be down in the crypt?
Gendry: No, but ...
Arya: But you're a fighter.
Gendry: I've done my share.
Arya: You've fought them?
Gendry: I did, some of them.
Arya: How many?
Gendry: A few. That was enough.
Arya: What are they like?
Gendry: Bad. Really bad.
Arya: Really bad? Even a smiths apprentice can do better than really bad. What do they look like? What do they smell like? How do they move? How hard are they to kill?
Gendry: Look, I know you want to fight, and I know you're not scared of rapers or murderers or ... this is different. This is death. You want to know what they're like? Dead. That's what they are like.

Tyrion: Well, here we are.
Jaime: Yeah, here we are.

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

Eddard

When I was a child, my brother used to tell me a bedtime story, about the man who murdered our father. Who stabbed him in the back and cut his throat, who sat down on the Iron Throne and watched as his blood poured on to the floor. He told me other stories as well, about all the things we would do to that man once we took back the seven kingdoms, and had him in our grasp.

Daenerys

Gendry: Don't you have something better to do?
Arya: You made my weapon yet?
Gendry: Just as soon as I'm done making a few thousand of these.
Arya: You should make mine first and make sure it's stronger than this.
Gendry: It's strong enough.

Tyrion: It's strange, isn't it? Almost everyone here has fought the Starks at one time or another, and here we are in their castle. Ready to defend it. Together.
Brienne: At least we'll die with honor.
Tyrion: I think we might live.
[Everyone laughs].
Tyrion: I do. How many battles have we survived between us?

Tyrion: Would you like a drink?
Tormund: Brought my own.

Tormund: They call you King Killer.
Jaime: I'm sure someone does.
Tormund: They call me Giant's Bane. Want to know why? I killed a giant when I was ten. Then I climbed right into bed with his wife. When she woke up, you know what she did? Suckled me at her teet for three months, thought I was a baby. That's how I got so strong. Giant's milk.

Eddison Tollett: Stay back! He's got blue eyes!
Tormund: I've always got blue eyes!

Jon: Do you have any faith in me at all?
Sansa: You know I do.
Jon: She'll be a good queen -- for all of us. Because she's not her father.
Sansa: Well, she's a lot prettier.