- Theon Greyjoy: I murdered those boys.
- Ramsay Snow: The Stark boys?
- Theon Greyjoy: Never found them. Just some poor orphans living with a farmer. I let Dagmer slit their throats and I let him burn the bodies, so I can keep Winterfell and make my father proud.
- Ramsay Snow: Maybe it's not too late.
- Theon Greyjoy: It is
- [sniffles]
- Theon Greyjoy: My real father lost his head at King's Landing. I made a choice... and I chose wrong. And now I've burned everything down!
- Daenerys Targaryen: [shouting commands to the Unsullied] Unsullied! Slay the masters, slay the soldiers, slay every man who holds a whip, but harm no child. Strike the chains off every slave you see!
- Lord Varys: I choose my allies carefully, and my enemies more carefully still.
- Lady Olenna Tyrell: Which is Sansa Stark?
- Lord Varys: Neither. A babe in the woods. I admired her father.
- Lady Olenna Tyrell: Yes, Ned Stark had many admirers. And how many stepped forward when the executioner came for his head?
- Lord Varys: I could not help Lord Stark. Perhaps I can help his daughter.
- Lady Olenna Tyrell: How?
- Lord Varys: You're not the only one who has taken an interest in her.
- Lady Olenna Tyrell: That's hardly surprising. She's a beautiful girl with a famous name.
- Lord Varys: Indeed. She'd make a lovely match for the right suitor.
- Lady Olenna Tyrell: It almost feels as if you're about to arrive at the point.
- Lord Varys: Littlefinger is not long for the capital. A confidant of mine has told me that when he goes, Sansa Stark goes with him.
- Lady Olenna Tyrell: And why have you come to me with this matter?
- Lord Varys: Littlefinger was born with no lands, no wealth, no armies. He has acquired the first two. How long before he has the army?
- [Olenna smiles]
- Lord Varys: Perhaps you'll laugh, but I know him better than most, and this is the truth. Littlefinger is one of the most dangerous men in Westeros. If Robb Stark falls, Sansa Stark is the key to the North.
- Lady Olenna Tyrell: And if Littlefinger marries her, he'll have the key in his pocket.
- Lord Varys: Which seems such a shame. Why should a man with such a low reputation steal away such a lovely bride?
- Lady Olenna Tyrell: [chuckling] You must despise him, you're working so hard to undermine him.
- Lord Varys: Actually, I rather enjoy him. But he would see this country burn if he could be king of the ashes.
- Lady Olenna Tyrell: You are a clever man, Lord Varys.
- Lord Varys: You are too kind. I believe I have a possible solution.
- Lady Olenna Tyrell: One doesn't need to be clever for that. It's all rather obvious, isn't it?
- [Olenna is watching some of her young granddaughters sewing]
- Young Tyrell Lady: Do you like it, Nana?
- Lady Olenna Tyrell: Another golden rose, how original. I eat from plates stamped with roses, I sleep in sheets embroidered with roses, I have a golden rose painted on my chamber pot... as if that makes it smell any better. Roses are boring, dear.
- [Olenna leans forward to look at the stitching]
- Lady Olenna Tyrell: "Growing Strong." Ha! The dullest words of any House. "Winter Is Coming." Now that's memorable. "We Do Not Sow." Strong, strong, those are Houses you watch out for. Direwolves and krakens, fierce beasts... but a golden rose growing strong? Ha! That strikes fear in the heart.
- [Olenna looks up and sees Varys walking towards them]
- Lady Olenna Tyrell: Look, little doves. A spider in the garden. Run along, now. Grow strong.
- [the young ladies bow and leave]
- Lord Varys: My lady. I wanted to personally welcome you to King's Landing. The city has been made brighter by your presence.
- Lady Olenna Tyrell: The city is made brighter by my presence? Is that your usual line, Lord Varys? Are you here to seduce me?
- Lord Varys: A little obvious, perhaps.
- Lady Olenna Tyrell: Oh, no, please! Seduce away, it's been so long. Though I rather think it's all for naught. What happens when the nonexistent bumps against the decrepit?
- [Varys looks down at his crotch, then back at Olenna, at a loss for words]
- Lady Olenna Tyrell: A question for the philosophers. But you've come mincing all this way for something. So?
- Lord Varys: Might I sit?
- [Varys starts toward a nearby chair]
- Lady Olenna Tyrell: No.
- [Varys stops and looks at Olenna]
- Lady Olenna Tyrell: Come, I've heard you're such a clever man. I'm curious why you sought me out.
- Lord Varys: You've taken an interest in Sansa Stark.
- Lady Olenna Tyrell: Have I? Because I spoke to her once in this garden, and one of your little *spies* came running to tell you? Why shouldn't I take an interest? She's an interesting girl.
- Lord Varys: Is she?
- Lady Olenna Tyrell: No, not particularly. But she's had an interesting childhood.
- Lord Varys: She has, sadly. Well, forgive me for wasting your time. I thought we shared certain hopes for her well-being.
- [Varys turns to leave]
- Lady Olenna Tyrell: [chuckling] Come, come. You surrender rather easily.
- [Olenna gets up and takes Varys's arm]
- Lady Olenna Tyrell: Walk with me. I know the walls have ears, but apparently the shrubbery does too.
- Brienne of Tarth: What are you doing? Eat something!
- Jaime Lannister: I'm dying.
- Brienne of Tarth: You can't die. You need to live. To take revenge... You have a taste, one taste of the real world, where people have important things taken from them, and you whine, and cry, and quit. You sound like a bloody woman!
- [the Brotherhood Without Banners arrives at the Hollow Hill, with a captive Arya, Gendry, and Sandor "the Hound" Clegane in tow]
- Gendry: What is this place?
- Thoros of Myr: Somewhere neither wolves nor lions come prowling.
- [Anguy removes the Hound's hood; the Hound looks around and smiles derisively]
- Sandor 'The Hound' Clegane: You look like a bunch of swineherds.
- Anguy: Some of us WERE swineherds. And some of us tanners, and masons. That was before.
- Sandor 'The Hound' Clegane: You're still swineherds and tanners and masons. You think carrying a crooked spear makes you a soldier?
- Beric Dondarrion: No. Fighting in war makes you a soldier.
- Sandor 'The Hound' Clegane: Beric Dondarrion? You've seen better days.
- Beric Dondarrion: And I won't see them again.
- Sandor 'The Hound' Clegane: [looking around again] Stark deserters, Baratheon deserters... you lot aren't fighting in a war, you're running from it!
- Beric Dondarrion: Last I heard, you were King Joffrey's guard dog. But here you are, a thousand miles from home. Which of us is running?
- Sandor 'The Hound' Clegane: Untie these ropes and we'll find out.
- Cersei Lannister: Margaery has her claws on Joffrey. She knows how to manipulate him.
- Tywin Lannister: Good. I wish you knew how to manipulate him. I don't distrust you because you're a woman. I distrust you because you're not as smart as you think you are. You've allowed that boy to ride roughshod over you and everyone else in this city.
- Cersei Lannister: Perhaps... you should try stopping him from doing what he likes.
- Tywin Lannister: I will.
- [Grenn and Eddison are digging a latrine at Craster's Keep]
- Grenn: When people talk about the Night's Watch, they never mention the shoveling.
- Eddison Tollett: Or the shit.
- Grenn: They tell you about honor, pardoning crimes, and protecting the realm, but shoveling really is most of it.
- Eddison Tollett: And getting attacked, or killed, or worse.
- Grenn: And that. But when you're not getting attacked or killed, usually you're shoveling.
- Eddison Tollett: [glumly] Ah, look. More shit. I was starting to wonder what to do with the rest of me day.
- Sandor 'The Hound' Clegane: What are you doing, leading a mob of peasants?
- Beric Dondarrion: Ned Stark ordered me to execute your brother, in King Robert's name.
- Sandor 'The Hound' Clegane: Ned Stark is dead. King Robert is dead. My brother's alive.
- [the Hound spits]
- Sandor 'The Hound' Clegane: You're fighting for ghosts.
- Beric Dondarrion: That's what we are: ghosts. Waiting for you in the dark. You can't see us, but we see you. No matter whose cloak you wear - Lannister, Stark, Baratheon - you prey on the weak, the Brotherhood Without Banners will hunt you down.
- Sandor 'The Hound' Clegane: You found god, is that it?
- Beric Dondarrion: Aye. I've been reborn in the light of the one true god, as have we all. As would any man who's seen the things we've seen.
- Sandor 'The Hound' Clegane: If you mean to murder me, then bloody well get on with it.
- Thoros of Myr: You'll die soon enough, dog. But it won't be murder. Only justice.
- Anguy: And a kinder fate than you deserve. Lions, you call yourselves? At the Mummer's Ford, girls of seven years were raped, and babes still on the breast were cut in two while their mothers watched!
- Sandor 'The Hound' Clegane: I wasn't at the Mummer's Ford. Dump your dead children at some other door!
- Thoros of Myr: House Clegane was built upon dead children! I saw them lay Prince Aegon and Princess Rhaenys before the Iron Throne.
- Sandor 'The Hound' Clegane: Do you take me for my brother? Is being born Clegane a crime?
- Anguy: MURDER is a crime!
- Sandor 'The Hound' Clegane: I never touched the Targaryen babes! I never saw them! Never smelled them, never heard them bawling! You want to cut my throat? Get on with it! But don't call me "murderer," and pretend that you're not.
- Arya Stark: You murdered Mycah! The butcher's boy. My friend. He was twelve years old. He was unarmed, and you rode him down. You slung him over your horse like he was some deer.
- Sandor 'The Hound' Clegane: Aye, he was a bleeder.
- Beric Dondarrion: You don't deny killing this boy?
- Sandor 'The Hound' Clegane: I was Joffrey's sworn shield. The boy attacked the prince.
- Arya Stark: That's a lie! I hit Joffrey. Mycah just ran away.
- Sandor 'The Hound' Clegane: Then I should've killed YOU! Not my place to question princes.
- Beric Dondarrion: You stand accused of murder. But no one here knows the truth of the charge, so it is not for us to judge you. Only the Lord of Light may do that now. I sentence you to trial by combat.
- Sandor 'The Hound' Clegane: So, who will it be?
- [the Hound leans in close to Thoros]
- Sandor 'The Hound' Clegane: Should we find out if your fire god really loves you, priest?
- [the Hound turns to Anguy]
- Sandor 'The Hound' Clegane: Or you, archer? What are you worth with a sword in your hand?
- [the Hound nods at Arya]
- Sandor 'The Hound' Clegane: Or is the little girl the bravest one here?
- Beric Dondarrion: Aye, she might be... but it's me you'll fight.
- Craster: [slams his chest] I am a godly man!
- Rast: You're a stingy bastard!
- Craster: [enraged] Bastard?
- [Craster takes an axe off the wall]
- Craster: Out with you, you little thief.
- [Craster turns to Karl]
- Craster: And you!
- [Craster turns to Eddison Tollett]
- Craster: And you!
- [Craster looks threateningly at everyone]
- Craster: Go sleep in the cold on empty bellies. I'll chop the hands off the next man who calls me bastard.
- [a long moment of tension. No one moves. At last Craster lowers his axe. Mormont grabs Rast to lead him out the doorway]
- Karl: [to Craster] You are a bastard.
- [Craster turns to face Karl]
- Karl: A daughter-fucking, wildling bastard.
- [Craster snarls in rage and charges at Karl, waving his axe, but Karl is faster: he draws a dagger and shoves it into Craster's throat. Craster rasps in agony, blood fills his mouth. Karl lets go of Craster, who falls on the ground, straining to breath. Karl strikes one of Craster's wives]
- Jeor Mormont: The gods will curse us for this! By all the laws...
- Karl: There are no laws beyond the Wall!
- [Karl grabs the woman he struck and puts his dagger at her throat]
- Karl: Now show us where he hides the food, or you'll get the same as he did.
- Jeor Mormont: [draws his sword] Unhand her!
- [Karl lets go of the woman and faces Mormont with his dagger]
- Jeor Mormont: I shall have your head for this...
- [Rast stabs Mormont in the back. Mormont gasps and drops his sword. For a moment the men stare in shock, then Grenn yells in rage and charges at Karl, tackling him. A bloody brawl breaks out between the mutineers and the ones who remain loyal to Mormont. Craster lies on the ground unmoving, dead. Mormont turns around to face Rast, grabs him by the throat, lifts him off his feet, then spins him around and hurls him against the opposite wall. Sam does not take part in the fighting, but instead rushes outside to find Gilly. Mormont nearly manages to choke Rast to death, but then the wound he sustained takes its toll. Blood pours from Mormont's mouth. He lets go of Rast and sinks to the ground. Rast recovers, grabs a knife and stabs Mormont repeatedly in the chest until he is dead. Meanwhile, Sam enters the hut where Gilly is with her baby. Gilly helplessly watches the brawl through a crack in the wall]
- Samwell Tarly: Quickly. Quickly.
- Gilly: What's happening? I'm not going out there.
- Samwell Tarly: No, we have to go. Now!
- [the baby cries. Gilly picks him. They go outside]
- Samwell Tarly: Follow me. I know the best way. Come on.
- [as the brawl continues, Sam, Gilly and her baby escape. No one takes notice of them except Rast. He comes outside and shouts after Sam]
- Rast: Run fast, Piggy, and sleep well! I'll be cutting your throat one of these nights.
- Lord Varys: I was going to tell you the story of how I was cut. Do you want to hear it still?
- Tyrion Lannister: I don't know. Do I?
- Lord Varys: As a boy, in Myr, I traveled with a troupe of actors through the Free Cities. One day, a man approached my master with an offer too tempting to refuse. I feared the man meant to use me, as I'd heard some men use small boys, but what he wanted was far worse. He gave me a potion that made me powerless to move or speak, yet did nothing to dull my senses. With a hooked blade, he sliced me, root and stem, chanting all the while. He burned my parts on a brazier; the flames burned blue, and I heard a voice answer his call. Still dream of that night. Not of the sorcerer, not of his blade... I dream of the voice. Was it a god? A demon? Some conjurer's trick? I don't know, but the sorcerer called and a voice answered. And ever since that day, I have hated magic, and all who practice it. But, you can see why I was eager to aid in your fight against Stannis and his Red Priestess: a symbolic revenge, of sorts.
- Tyrion Lannister: Yes, I feel the need for actual revenge. Against the actual person who tried to have me killed, which will require a certain degree of influence, which...
- Lord Varys: You do not possess at the moment. But influence is largely a matter of patience, I find. Once I had served the sorcerer's purpose, he threw me out of his house, to die. I resolved to live, to spite him. I begged, I sold what parts of my body remained to me, I became an excellent thief. And soon, learned that the contents of a man's letters are more valuable than the contents of his purse. Step by step, one distasteful task after another, I made my way from the slums of Myr to the Small Council Chamber. Influence grows, like a weed. I tended mine, patiently, until its tendrils reached from the Red Keep, all the way across to the far side of the world where I managed to wrap them around something very special.
- [Varys pulls the crate lid open; Tyrion looks inside with him to find a ragged old man, bound and gagged]
- Tyrion Lannister: The sorcerer.
- Lord Varys: Hello, my old friend. It's been a long time. I have no doubt, the revenge you want will be yours in time if you have the stomach for it.
- [Varys closes the crate on the sorcerer, who is screaming through the gag]
- [at Craster's Keep, the ranger Bannen died of the injuries he had sustained at the battle at the Fist of the First Men. His corpse is burnt on a pyre. His sworn brothers hold a funeral for his memory]
- Jeor Mormont: His name was Bannen. He's a good man, good ranger. He came to us from... where did he come from?
- Eddison Tollett: Down White Harbor way.
- Jeor Mormont: He came to us from White Harbor. Never failed in his duty. Kept his vows best he could. He rode far, fought fiercely. We shall never see his like again.
- [everyone recite the traditional closing line of the eulogy of the Night's Watch "and now his watch is ended"]
- Jeor Mormont: And now his watch is ended.
- Grenn: Didn't think a broke foot could kill a man.
- Rast: It wasn't his foot that killed him. That bastard Craster starved him to death.
- Samwell Tarly: Craster got his daughters to feed.
- Rast: You on his side?
- Samwell Tarly: We can't just show up and steal all his food. We're brothers of the Night's Watch, not thieves.
- Rast: The day we leave, Craster will tap a barrel of our wine and sit down to a feast of ham and potatoes and laugh at us starving in the snow. He's a bloody wildling all he is.
- Eddison Tollett: Never knew Bannen could smell so good.
- [after the funeral, Lord Commander Mormont is sitting at the main hall and checking a map in his journal, while Craster continues to eat and berate the men of the Night's Watch]
- Craster: You have one son, don't you, Mormont? I had my 99th. You ever meet a man with 99 sons?
- [Mormont shakes his head indifferently]
- Craster: And more daughters than I can count.
- Jeor Mormont: [dryly] I'm glad for you.
- [the other Night Watch's members enter the hall, shivering of the cold weather]
- Craster: Are you now? Me, I'll be glad when you and yours have gone.
- Jeor Mormont: As soon as our wounded are strong enough.
- Craster: [sneers] Ah. They're as strong as they're gonna get. Them that's dying, why don't you cut their throats and be done with it? Or leave them if you've not the stomach, and I'll sort them myself.
- [Craster eats. Mormont looks at him with disgust]
- Karl: Whose throat you gonna cut, old man?
- Jeor Mormont: [to Karl] Wait outside.
- Karl: It's cold outside and there's nothing to eat.
- Craster: My wives gave you bread.
- Karl: There's sawdust in the bread.
- Craster: You don't like it, you go out there and eat the snow.
- [Karl steps forward threateningly]
- Karl: I'd rather eat what you've got hidden away.
- [Mormont stands on his feet]
- Jeor Mormont: I told you to wait outside.
- Rast: [angrily] He's sitting there, drinking our wine, eating his fill while we die!
- [Craster stands up angrily, throwing the food on the floor]
- Craster: I gave you crows enough. I've got to feed my women!
- Rast: So you admit you've got a hidden larder, then? How else'd you make it through winter?
- Jeor Mormont: [raises his voice] Enough! Out!
- [Mormont grabs Rast roughly]
- [Gilly's baby starts crying]
- Gilly: [to Sam] You woke him!
- Samwell Tarly: He's beautiful. He's beautiful...! Does he have a name?
- Gilly: No.
- Samwell Tarly: Aren't you going to give him one?
- Gilly: Why?
- [Joffrey gives Margaery a tour of the Great Sept of Baelor. He speaks about the entombed rulers]
- Joffrey Baratheon: My father didn't want them here. He wanted their bodies burned and... thrown into the Blackwater, but... the High Septon convinced him otherwise.
- Margaery Tyrell: I'm glad he did. I'm... sorry, Your Grace. I know they did terrible things in the end, but... their ancestors built this.
- [Margaery looks around her at the ornate temple]
- Margaery Tyrell: Sometimes severity is the price we pay for greatness.
- Joffrey Baratheon: I couldn't agree more.
- Lady Olenna Tyrell: [referring to Robert's death] Such a tragedy.
- Cersei Lannister: Very predictable tragedy. Hunting and drinking do not mix.
- Lady Olenna Tyrell: I should say not. My son's a hunter. It helps him forget he's never been within a mile of a real battle.
- Cersei Lannister: I seem to recall he laid siege to Storm's End for the best part of a year.
- Lady Olenna Tyrell: All he laid siege to was the banquet table in the command tent. I told him to stay out of Robert's rebellion. He had no business fighting an actual warrior. We mothers do what we can to keep our sons from the grave. They do seem to yearn for it. We shower them with good sense, but it slides right off, like rain off a wing.
- Cersei Lannister: And yet the world belongs to them.
- Lady Olenna Tyrell: A ridiculous arrangement to my mind.
- Cersei Lannister: The gods had deemed fit to make it so.