Hound, tell the Hand that his King has asked him a question.
The King has asked you a question.
Ser Lancel, tell the Hound to tell the King that the Hand is extremely busy.
The Hand of the King would like me to tell you to tell the King that...
If I tell the Hound to cut you in half, he'll do it without a second thought.
That would make me the "Quarter Man"; just doesn't have the same ring to it. Cut me in half and I won't be able to give the signal. No signal, no plan. No plan and Stannis Baratheon sacks this city, takes the Iron Throne, puts your pinched little head atop a gate somewhere. It might be quite amusing, except my head would be up there too! I've never much liked my head, but I don't want to see it removed just yet.
Can I get you some iced milk and a nice bowl of raspberries, too?
You're on the wrong side of the wall!
I lost half of my men. The Blackwater's on fire.
Dog, I command you to go back out there and fight!
You're Kingsguard, Clegane. We must beat them back, or they're going to take this city! Your King's city!
Fuck the Kingsguard! Fuck the city! [turns to Joffrey] Fuck the King!
[Sansa runs back to her chambers during the battle. The Hound, drunk and despondent, is sitting on her bed in the shadows, waiting for her]
The lady's starting to panic.
Not here for long. I'm going.
Someplace that isn't burning. North, might be. Could be.
He can die just fine on his own. [takes a long drink from his wineskin] I could take you with me. Take you to Winterfell. [stands up] I'll keep you safe. You want to go home?
I'll be safe here. Stannis won't hurt me.
[The Hound suddenly grabs Sansa's arm]
Look at me! Stannis is a killer. The Lannisters are killers. Your father was a killer. Your brother is a killer. Your sons will be killers someday. The world is built by killers... so you better get used to looking at them.
[in a quietly defiant voice] You won't hurt me.
[pause] No, little bird, I won't hurt you. [walks out]
Men, form up! Men! Men! They say I'm half a man, but what does that make the lot of you?
LSLannister Soldier
The only way out is through the gates, and they're at the gates!
There's another way out; I'm going to show you. We'll come out behind them and fuck them in their arses! [the men laugh] Don't fight for your king and don't fight for his kingdoms! Don't fight for honour, don't fight for glory, don't fight for riches, because you won't get any! This is your city Stannis means to sack, that's your gate he's ramming! If he gets in, it'll be your houses he burns, your gold he steals, your women he'll rape. Those are brave men knocking at our door. Let's go kill them!
You said you saw my victory in the flames.
The flames lied. And I'm no better than a savage, trusting in a fire god! I fought for your god in Blackwater Bay. I led my men to the gates of the Seventh Hell as their brothers burned alive and for what? An attack from behind by Tywin Lannister and the Tyrells? If you see so much in your flames, why didn't you warn me?
The Lord of Light only allows me glimpses.
You claim to speak for a god!
Will you quit the war just because you've lost a battle?
You talk about war as if you understand it.
I've been fighting far longer than you.
Have you? Show me how you fight! [Stannis seizes Melisandre by the throat and starts throttling her] Show me! Where is your god now? Will he save you? Where is your god?!
We murdered him. Share the weight with me.
This war has just begun. It will last for years. Thousands will die at your command. You will betray the men serving you, you will betray your family, you will betray everything you once held dear...and it will all be worth it, because you are the Son of Fire, you are the Warrior of Light. You will sweep aside this pretender and that one; you will be King.
[Theon hears a lone horn blowing outside the gates of Winterfell]
I will kill that man. I don't care how many arrows they feather me with, how many spears they run through me, I will kill that horn-blowing cunt before I fall!
They want you to know you're surrounded.
I know I'm surrounded. I know that because I stood on the battlements and saw I was surrounded.
They don't want you to sleep. They want to sap your spirit before...
Thank you, wise bald man! Thank you for explaining siege tactics to me.
[The horn blows again]
You killed all the ravens.
The first time I saw Winterfell...[trails off as he hears the horn blow again] The first time I saw Winterfell, it looked like something that had been here for thousands of years, and would be here for thousands of years after I was dead. I saw it and I thought, "Of course Ned Stark crushed our rebellion and killed my brothers. We never stood a chance against a man who lives here."
Lord Stark went out of his way to make it your home.
Yes, I know my captors were so very kind to me. You love reminding me of that! Everybody in this frozen pile of shit has loved reminding me of that. You know what it's like to be told how lucky you are to be someone's prisoner? To be told how much you owe them? And then to go back home to your real father... [begins to shed tears as the horn blows once again] I will kill that man! I swear to the Drowned God, the old gods, the new gods, TO EVERY FUCKING GOD IN EVERY FUCKING HEAVEN, I WILL KILL THAT MAN!
Theon, listen to me. I serve Winterfell. Now, Winterfell is yours. I'm bound by oath to serve you.
And what's your counsel, trusted friend?
Run. Five hundred Northmen wait outside the walls, you have 20 men. You can't win. Wait for nightfall and run.
There's nowhere to run. I'll never make it back to the Iron Islands. And even if I did, even if by some miracle I slipped through the lines and made it home, I'll be a coward. The Greyjoy who ran. The shame of the family.
[in a gentle tone] Don't go home. Join the Night's Watch. Once a man has taken the black, he is beyond reach of the law. All his past crimes are forgiven.
I won't make it to the wall. I won't make it ten feet past the Winterfell gates.
There are ways. Hidden passageways built so the Lords of Winterfell could escape. The road will be dangerous. But with a little luck... The Night's Watch is an ancient, honourable order. You'll have opportunities there.
The opportunity for Jon Snow to cut my throat in my sleep!
The opportunity to make amends for what you've done.
I've done a lot, haven't I? Things I never imagined myself doing.
I've known you for many years, Theon Greyjoy. You're not the man you are pretending to be. Not yet.
You may be right. I've gone too far to pretend to be anything else.
[Arya, Gendry and Hot Pie encounter Jaqen on the road after their escape from Harrenhal]
How did you know we'd come this way?
After all the things you have seen, this is your question?
How did you kill those guards? Was it hard?
No harder than taking a new name, if you know the way.
Show me how. I want to be able to do it too.
If you would learn, you must come with me.
Far and away across the Narrow Sea, to Braavos.
My dancing master's from Braavos.
[chuckles] To be a dancing master is a special thing, but... to be a Faceless Man... that is something else entirely. A girl has many names on her lips. Joffrey. Cersei. Tywin Lannister. Ilyn Payne. The Hound. Names to offer up to the Red God. She could offer them all. One by one.
I want to... but I can't. I need to find my brother and mother. And my sister. I need to find her too.
Then we must part. A man has duties as well. [reaches into a pouch and produces a coin] Here.
[takes the coin] Could it buy a horse?
It is not meant for the buying of horses.
If the day comes when you must find me again, just give that coin to any man from Braavos and say these words to him: "Valar morghulis."
[Jaqen starts to walk away]
[turns back to Arya] Jaqen is dead. Say it again: "Valar morghulis."
Good. [turns away, and when he looks back, his face has mysteriously changed to that of a stranger. Arya stares at him in shock] Farewell, Arya Stark.
[Bran, Rickon, Osha, and Hodor find a wounded Luwin amid the dead in the courtyard]
Tell us what medicine to get from your chambers.
RSRickon Stark
We'll make you better.
They burned it down. They burned everything.
Not everything. Not you. But they may come back. You have to go. Put on your warmest clothes, pack as much food as you can carry, and go north.
North is the wrong way. Their mother and brother are south.
We don't know where. There are too many enemies in the south. Go to the wall, to Jon. He'll look after you and let your mother know you're safe.
I don't want to leave you.
No more than I want to leave you. I pulled you into the world. Both of you. I've seen both your faces almost every day since, and for that I consider myself very, very lucky. Go now with Hodor. Go on. I'll be right here. [Bran and Rickon leave with Hodor.] Osha, you must protect them. You're the only one who can. You may have to protect them against your own kind.
I have no great love for my own kind. I'll get you milk of the poppy. Tell me where to find it.
I don't want milk of the poppy.
[Maester Luwin nods toward the dagger Osha is carrying]
[A horn sounds, Sam smiles]
It's Jon and the Halfhand, they're back!
[He is interrupted by a second horn blast]
DEDolorous Edd
You're not fighting them alone, come on!
[As they start to move towards the Fist, there is a third blast, and they freeze, horrified.]
Wait! Wait for me! Grenn! Edd!
[Sam sees several figures in the distance and hides behind a boulder. He sobs once they get closer and realizes they are wights and White Walkers. The undead army swarms around the boulder.]
BLord of Bones
We killed his friends. Thought you'd want to question this one.
What do we want with a baby Crow?
This baby killed Qhorin Halfhand.
That halfhanded cunt killed friends of mine. Friends twice your size.
My father taught me big men fall just as quick as little ones if you put a sword through their hearts.
Plenty of little men tried to put their swords through my heart. And there's plenty of little skeletons buried in the woods. What's your name, boy?
"Your Grace?" Do you hear that? From now on, you'd better kneel every time I fart.
I grow poor protecting you.
Poor? Under my patronage, you've become a knight, you've served as commander of the City Watch.
I'm sure you've filled your pockets.
And now, my pockets are empty. You've given me a taste for the finer things and if you want me to carry on protecting you, you'll have to pay more.
I thought we were friends.
We are but I'm a sellsword. I sell my sword, I don't loan it out to friends as a favor.
The badge looks good on you. Almost as good as it looked on me. Are you enjoying your new position?
I was very happy as Hand of the King.
Yes. I heard how happy you were. You brought a whore into my bed.
It wasn't your bed at the time.
I sent you here to advise the king. I gave you real power and authority. You chose to spend your days as you always have: bedding harlots and drinking with thieves.
Occasionally I drank with the harlots.
What do you want, Tyrion?
Why does everyone assume I want something? Can't I simply visit with my beloved father? My beloved father who somehow forgot to visit his wounded son after he fell on the battlefield.
Maester Pycelle assured me your wounds were not fatal.
I organized the defense of this city while you held court in the ruins of Harrenhal. I led the foray when the enemies were at the gate while your grandson, the king, quivered in fear behind the walls. I bled in the mud for our family. And as my reward, I was trundled off to some dark little cell. But what do I want? A little bloody gratitude would be a start.
Jugglers and singers require applause. You are a Lannister. Do you think I demanded a garland of roses every time I suffered a wound on a battlefield? Hmm? Now, I have seven kingdoms to look after and three of them are in open rebellion. So tell me what you want.
I want what is mine by right. Jaime is your eldest son, heir to your lands and titles. But he is a Kingsguard, forbidden from marriage or inheritance. The day Jaime put on the white cloak, he gave up his claim to Casterly Rock. I am your son and lawful heir.
We'll find you accommodations more suited to your name and as a reward for your accomplishments during the battle of Blackwater Bay. And when the time is right, you will be given a position fit for your talents so that you can serve your family and protect our legacy. And if you serve faithfully, you will be rewarded with a suitable wife. And I would let myself be consumed by maggots before mocking the family name and making you heir to Casterly Rock.
Why? You ask that? You, who killed your mother to come into the world? You are an ill-made, spiteful little creature full of envy, lust, and low cunning. Men's laws give you the right to bear my name and display my colors since I cannot prove that you are not mine. And to teach me humility, the gods have condemned me to watch you waddle about wearing that proud lion that was my father's sigil and his father's before him. But neither gods nor men will ever compel me to let you turn Casterly Rock into your whorehouse. Go, now. Speak no more of your rights to Casterly Rock. Go. [Tyrion walks away] Oh, one more thing. The next whore I catch in your bed, I'll hang.
Your Grace, you are the rightful king. Not only by blood. You're an honorable man, a just man. And there is still a war to fight.
By burning prisoners alive?
MMelissandre
How would you punish the infidels, Ser Davos?
I do not judge people for the gods they worship. If I did, I'd have thrown you in the sea before you ever set foot on Dragonstone.
MMelissandre
I'm not your enemy.
MMelissandre
Was it me you fought on Blackwater Bay? Did I set your ships ablaze? I wasn't there when the wildfire killed our men by the thousands. I could have saved those men. You would have taken the city, Stannis would now sit upon his rightful throne, and you would stand beside him. But I wasn't there because you convinced your king to leave me behind. Do you hear them screaming? All those burning men in the water crying for their mothers, for their gods for help? Until the moment the Blackwater swallowed them. Don't despair, Ser Davos. What I told your son is true. Death by fire is the purest death.
[Davos pulls out a knife and tries to stab Melissandre, but is restrained by the guards.
This woman is evil! She's the mother of demons.
Take him to the dungeon and lock him in a cell.
MMelissandre
You've chosen the darkness, Ser Davos.
MMelissandre
I will pray for you.
Eight thousand dead babies.
The Unsullied are a means to an end.
Once I own them, these men...
They're not men. Not anymore.
Once I own an army of slaves, what will I be?
Do you think these slaves will have better lives serving Kraznys and men like him or serving you? You'll be fair to them. You won't mutilate them to make a point. You won't order them to murder babies. You'll see they're properly fed and sheltered. A great injustice has been done to them. Closing your eyes will not undo it.
