Top 100 Quotes From Arya Stark

Eddard: Look at me. You're a Stark of Winterfell. You know our words.
Arya: Winter is coming.

Sandor: [riding on horse, with Arya up front, he offers her a bite of apple, but she ignores] Sulk all you want. Truth is, you're lucky. You don't wanna be alone out here, girl. Someone worse than me will find you.
Arya: There's no one worse than you.
Sandor: You never knew my brother. He once killed a man for snoring. There's plenty worse... than me. There's men who like to beat little girls. Men who like to rape them. I saved your sister from some of them.
Arya: You're lying.
Sandor: Ask her, if you ever see her again. Ask her who came back for her when the mob had her on her back. They would have taken her every which way and left her there with her throat cut open.

Sansa: Are you angry with me?
Arya: They were insulting Jon, and you sat there and listened.
Sansa: I listened to their complaints, which is my responsibility as Lady of Winterfell.
Arya: Their opinions are important to you?
Sansa: Glover has 500 men, Royce has 2,000. Offend them and Jon loses his army.
Arya: Not if they lose their heads first.
Sansa: Winterfell didn't just fall into our hands. We took it back, and the Mormonts and the Hornwoods and the wildings and the Vale. All of us, working together. Now, I'm sure cutting off heads is very satisfying, but that's not the way you get people to work together.
Arya: And if Jon doesn't come back, you'll need their support... so you can work together, to give you what you really want.
Sansa: How can you even think such a horrible thing?
Arya: You're thinking it right now. You don't want to be, but the thought just won't go away.

[Arya and the Hound watch an inn from the bushes]
Arya: I'm hungry. YOU'RE hungry.
Sandor: Five horses, five men. More than I feel like killing on an empty stomach.
[a door opens and two men walk out; Arya recognizes one of them]
Arya: I know him. The small one. His name is Polliver. He captured us and took us to Harrenhal. He killed Lommy.
Sandor: What the fuck's a Lommy?
Arya: He was my friend. Polliver stole my sword and put it right through his neck. He's still got it.
Sandor: Got what?
Arya: My sword. Needle.
Sandor: [derisively] Needle. Of course you named your sword.
Arya: Lots of people name their swords.
Sandor: Lots of cunts.

[the Hound wakes up to find that Arya has disappeared. He finds her by a river, practicing her "water dancing"]
Sandor: The hell you doing?
Arya: Practicing.
Sandor: What, ways to die?
Arya: No one's gonna kill me.
Sandor: They will if you dance around like that. That's no way to fight.
Arya: It's not fighting, it's water dancing.
Sandor: [laughs] "Dancing"? Maybe you ought to put on a dress. Who taught you that shite?
Arya: The greatest swordsman who ever lived: Syrio Forel, the First Sword to the Sealord of Braavos.
Sandor: [scoffs] Braavos. Greasy-haired little bastard, was he? They all are.
Arya: [angrily] What do you know about anything?
Sandor: I bet his hair's greasier than Joffrey's cunt.
Arya: It was not!
Sandor: "Was"? He dead?
Arya: Yes!
Sandor: How?
Arya: He was killed!
Sandor: Who by?
Arya: Meryn Trant! That's why Ser Meryn's on my...
Sandor: [incredulously] Meryn Trant? The greatest swordsman who ever lived, killed by Meryn fucking Trant?
Arya: He was outnumbered!
Sandor: Any boy whore with a sword could beat three Meryn Trants.
Arya: Syrio didn't HAVE a sword! OR armor, just a stick!
Sandor: [sarcastically] The greatest swordsman who ever lived didn't have a sword?
[the Hound laughs]
Sandor: All right, you have a sword. Let's see what he taught you. Go on, do it for your Braavosi friend. Dead like all the rest of your friends.
[Arya lunges at the Hound's chest with her sword, but it lodges in his armor. He backhands her across the face, knocking her to the ground, then picks up her sword and points it at her throat]
Sandor: Your friend's dead, and Meryn Trant's not, 'cause Trant had armor. And a big fucking sword.
[the Hound raises Arya's sword, looks at it for a moment, then hands it back to her]

Arya: I know death. He has many faces. I look forward to seeing this one.

Brienne: Who taught you how to do that?
Arya: No one.

- Where's Arya?
- Sansa, where's your sister?
- Hey, hey, hey, hey.
- Oh.
- What are you doing with that on?
- Go on.
Arya: Move!

Jon: [about Daenerys] She's everyone's queen now.
Arya: Try telling Sansa.

- Cripples and cocksuckers.
- Which one are you?
Arya: Leave him be.
- I heard you were here.
- You left me to die.
- First I robbed you.

Eddard: You were born in the long summer. You've never known anything else. But now winter is truly coming. And in the winter, we must protect ourselves, look after one another. Sansa is your sister.
Arya: I don't hate her. Not really.
Eddard: I don't want to frighten you, but I won't lie to you, either. We've come to a dangerous place. We cannot fight a war amongst ourselves. All right?
[giving her sword back]
Eddard: Go on. It's yours.
Arya: I can keep it?
Eddard: Try not to stab your sister with it.

Arya: You used to be taller.
Jon: How did you sneak up on me?
- How did you survive a knife through the heart?
- I didn't.

Arya: [about Daenerys] I know a killer when I see one.

[Jaqen surprises Arya while she is fetching water for Tywin]
Jaqen: A girl says nothing. A girl keeps her mouth closed. No one hears. And friends may talk in secret, yes?
[pause]
Jaqen: A boy becomes a girl.
Arya: I was always a girl.
Jaqen: And I was always aware. But a girl keeps secrets. It is not for a man to spoil them.
Arya: You're one of them now. I should've let you burn.
Jaqen: And you fetch water for one of them now. Why is this right for you and wrong for me?
Arya: I didn't have a choice.
Jaqen: You did. I did. And here we are. A man pays his debts. A man owes three.
Arya: Three what?
Jaqen: The Red God takes what is his, lovely girl. And only death may pay for life. You saved me and the two I was with. You stole three deaths from the Red God. We have to give them back. Speak three names, and a man will do the rest. Three lives I will give you. No more, no less. And we're done.
Arya: I can name anyone... and you'll kill him?
Jaqen: A man has said.
Arya: The one who tortures everyone.
Jaqen: A man needs a name.
Arya: I-I don't know his name. They call him the Tickler.
Jaqen: That is enough. Go now, girl. Your master's thirsty.

Syrio: You are late, boy. Tomorrow, you will be here at midday.
Arya: Who are you?
Syrio: Your dancing master, Syrio Forel.
[he tosses a wooden sword to her; trying to catch it, it clatters to the ground]
Syrio: Tomorrow, you will catch it. Now pick it up.
[she does]
Syrio: That is not the way, boy. This is not a greatsword that is needing two hands to swing it.
Arya: [trying to hold it one-handed] It's too heavy.
Syrio: It is heavy as it needs to be to make you strong.
[balancing his own sword on his hand]
Syrio: Just so. One hand is all that is needed.

- My, you're a pretty one.
- Your name is?
- Oh, show us your muscles.
[Chuckles] You'll be a soldier.
Arya: That's Jaime Lannister, the queen's twin brother.
Sansa: Would you please shut up?

[as Melisandre is about to mount her horse and leave, Arya stops her]
Arya: You're a witch! You're going to hurt him!
[Melisadre turns to Arya. She grabs her chin and looks at her closely]
Melisandre: I see a darkness in you. And in that darkness, eyes staring back at me. Brown eyes, blue eyes, green eyes. Eyes you'll shut forever. We will meet again.
[Melisandre and her companions leave with Gendry. Arya is confused]

Arya: Why do they call you Littlefinger?
Sansa: Arya!
Septa: Don't be rude.
Petyr: [smiles] No, it's quite all right. When I was a child, I was very small and I come from a little spit of land called "The Fingers", so you see, it's an exceedingly clever nickname.

- Tell me about the hound.
Arya: Also dead.

Arya: But I'm not a lady. Never have been. It's not me.

Farmer: [saying grace] We ask the Father to judge us with mercy, accepting our human frailty. We ask the Mother to bless our crops, so we may feed ourselves and all who come to our door. We ask the Warrior to give us courage in these days of strife and turmoil. We ask the Maiden to protect Sally's virtue and keep it from the clutches of depravity.
Sandor: [under his breath] You going to do all seven of the fuckers?
Arya: Father!
Farmer: We ask the Smith to strengthen our hands and our backs, so we may finish the work required of us. We ask the Crone to guide us on our journey from darkness to darkness.
Sandor: And we ask the Stranger not to kill us in our beds tonight for no damn reason at all.

Arya: Get down to the crypt.
Sansa: I'm not abandoning my people.
Arya: Take this and go.
- I don't know how to use it.
- Stick them with the pointy end.

Robert: [after Arya is accused of an unprovoked attack on Joffrey] Ned, see to it that your daughter is disciplined. I'll do the same with my son.
Eddard: Gladly, Your Grace.
Cersei: And what of the direwolf? What of the beast that savaged your son?
Robert: I'd forgot the damned wolf.
Jaime: We found no trace of the direwolf, Your Grace.
Robert: No? So be it.
Cersei: We have another wolf.
Robert: As you will.
Eddard: You can't mean it.
Robert: A direwolf's no pet. Get her a dog. She'll be happier for it.
Sansa: He doesn't mean Lady, does he? No, no, not Lady! Lady didn't bite anyone! She's good!
Arya: Lady wasn't there! You leave her alone!
Sansa: [to Ned] Stop them. Don't let them do it. Please, please, it wasn't Lady!
Eddard: Is this your command, Your Grace?
Cersei: [Robert leaves without answering] Where is the beast?
Jaime: Chained up outside, Your Grace.
Cersei: Ser Ilyn, do me the honor.
Eddard: No. Jory... take the girls to their rooms. If it must be done, then I'll do it myself.
Cersei: Is this some trick?
Eddard: The wolf is of the North. She deserves better than a butcher.

Arya: They say you killed Joffrey. Did you?
Sansa: I wish I had.
Arya: Me, too. I was angry when I heard someone else had done it. However long my list got, he was always first.
Sansa: Your list?
Arya: Of people I'm going to kill.
[pause, then Sansa starts laughing and then Arya also laughs]

Joffrey: And who are you, boy?
Mycah: Mycah, my lord.
Sansa: He's the butcher's boy.
Arya: He's my friend.
Joffrey: A butcher's boy who wants to be a knight, eh?
[drawing his sword]
Joffrey: Pick up your sword, butcher's boy. Let's see how good you are.
Mycah: She asked me to, my lord. She asked me to.
Joffrey: I'm your prince, not your lord, and I said pick up your sword.
Mycah: It's not a sword, my prince. It's only a stick.
Joffrey: And you're not a knight. Only a butcher's boy. That was my lady's sister you were hitting, do you know that?
Arya: Stop it!
Sansa: Arya, stay out of this.
Joffrey: I won't hurt him... much.

Sansa: How did you get back to Winterfell?
Arya: It's a long story. I imagine yours is too.
Sansa: Yes... and not a very pleasant one.
Arya: Mine neither. But... our stories aren't over yet.
Sansa: No, they're not.

- Yes, it is.
Arya: That's the tail?
- Yeah.
- Well, be safe.
- Yeah, you, too. Don't get stabbed.
- You don't burn your fingers.

[repeated line]
Arya: Valar Morghulis.

Melisandre: What do we say to the God of Death?
Arya: Not today.

[Arya, Gendry, and Hot Pie have been cornered by the Brotherhood Without Banners]
Thoros: What's lurking behind that wall? A lion? A wolf?
Anguy: Just a dirty little cub, I think.
Thoros: Loose a few more shafts.
Arya: Don't!
[Arya steps out of their hiding place, sword in hand]
Thoros: Put the sword down, girl.
Arya: You go on down the road. Just keep on singing so we know where you are. Leave us be, and I won't kill you.
[the outlaws laugh]
Anguy: Generous.
Thoros: [smiling] You're a dangerous person. I like dangerous people.
[pause]
Thoros: Why are your friends so shy?
Arya: What friends?
Anguy: The fat one to your left and the lad beside him.
[Arya glances at Gendry, who reluctantly pulls Hot Pie out of their hiding place]
Thoros: Three young ones on the run, carrying castle-forged swords. You escape from Harrenhal?
Arya: Who are you?
Thoros: Thoros of Myr. And the fellow here with the bow is Anguy.
Arya: No, who do you fight for?
Thoros: The Brotherhood Without Banners. Now come along. I want to hear how two boys and a very dangerous girl escaped Harrenhal.
Hot: I'm not going with them. The Brotherhood? That's who the Mountain and them were out looking for. They'll bring us back and put rats in us.
Thoros: You've got nothing to fear from us, son. The lords of Westeros want to burn the countryside. We're trying to save it. Now come on. We'll talk some more over brown bread and stew. And then you can go on your way.
[shaking his head, Hot Pie takes a step back. Thoros looks at Anguy, who nocks an arrow to his bow]
Anguy: Here's the thing, fat boy.
[Anguy fires the arrow into the sky]
Anguy: When I'm done talking, that arrow's falling down on your fat head. So I advise you move, because I'm done talking.
[Hot Pie quickly steps to the side, just before the arrow strikes the ground where he had been standing]

Arya: [referring to her father's statue] It doesn't look like him. Should have been carved by someone who knew his face.
Sansa: Everyone who knew his face is dead.
Arya: We're not.

Gendry: What about you anyway? You thought they were after you? Why? Did you kill someone or is it just because you're a girl?
Arya: I'm not a girl.
Gendry: Yes, you are. Do you think I'm as stupid as the rest of them?
Arya: Stupider. The Night's Watch doesn't take girls, everyone knows that.
Gendry: Yeah, that's true, but you're still a girl.
Arya: I am not!
Gendry: Yeah? Well, pull your cock out and take a piss, then.
Arya: I don't need to take a piss.
[pause]
Arya: Lommy and Hot Pie can't know. No one can know.
Gendry: Well, they won't. Not from me.
Arya: My name's not Arry. It's Arya, of House Stark. Yoren is taking me home to Winterfell.
Gendry: [referring to Eddard] He was your father, the Hand, the traitor.
Arya: He was never a traitor. Joffrey is a liar.
Gendry: So you're a highborn, then. You're a lady.
Arya: No. I mean, yes. My mother was a lady and my sister...
Gendry: Yeah, but you were a lord's daughter, and you lived in a castle and you... look, all that about cocks, I should never have said... and I've been pissing in front of you and everything. I should be calling you "my lady".
Arya: Do not call me "my lady".
Gendry: As my lady commands.
[Arya shoves Gendry]
Gendry: Well, that was unladylike.
[Arya shoves Gendry again and knocks him to the ground. She walks away. Gendry laughs]

Eddard: What is the meaning of this? Why was my daughter not brought to me at once?
Cersei: How dare you speak to your king in that manner?
Robert: Quiet, woman. Sorry, Ned. I never meant to frighten the girl. But we need to get this business done quickly.
Cersei: Your girl and that butcher's boy attacked my son. That animal of hers nearly tore his arm off.
Arya: That's not true! She just... bit him a little. He was hurting Mycah.
Cersei: Joff told us what happened. You and that boy beat him with clubs while you set your wolf on him.
Arya: That's not what happened!
Joffrey: Yes, it is! They all attacked me and she threw my sword in the river.
Arya: Liar!
Joffrey: Shut up!
Robert: Enough! He tells me one thing, she tells me another. Seven hells! What am I to make of this?

Sansa: [regarding Littlefinger] In his own horrible way, I believe he loved me.
Arya: You did the right thing.
Sansa: You did it.
Arya: I was just the executioner. You passed the sentence. You're the Lady of Winterfell.
Sansa: [with sincerity] Does that bother you?
Arya: I was never going to be as good a lady as you. So I had to be something else. I never could have survived what you survived.
Sansa: You would have. You're the strongest person I know.
Arya: I believe that's the nicest thing you've ever said to me.
Sansa: Well... don't get used to it. You're still very strange and annoying.
[they both smile]
Arya: "In winter we must protect ourselves. Look after one another."
Sansa: [smiles] Father. "When the snows fall, and the white winds blow, the lone wolf dies, but the pack survives."
Arya: I miss him.
Sansa: Me, too.

[Arya confronts Meryn Trant at a brothel]
Arya: You know who I am? I'm Arya Stark. Do you know who you are? You're no one. You're nothing!
[Arya slits Meryn's throat. He falls to the side, dead]

Arya: [to Brienne] The bloody gate's ten miles.
Brienne: I swore to your mother, by the Old Gods and the New...
Arya: [interrupts] I don't care what you swore.
Brienne: Arya...
Sandor: [interrupts] You heard the girl! She's not coming with you.
Brienne: [stubbornly] She is.
Sandor: [Sandor draws his sword, and Brienne does the same] You're not a good listener.
[He looks at her sword]
Sandor: Valyrian steel... I've always wanted some Valyrian steel.
Brienne: [to Arya] Come with me, Arya. I'll take you to safety.
Sandor: [snaps] Safety? Where the FUCK'S that? Her aunt in the Eyrie's dead! Her mother's dead! Her father's dead! Her brother's dead! Winterfell is a pile of rubble! There's no "safety," you dumb bitch. You don't know that by now, you're the wrong one to watch over her.
Brienne: And that what you're doing? Watching over her?
Sandor: Aye. That's what I'm doing.

Arya: You promised you'd help me.
Jaqen: Help was not promised, lovely girl. Only death. There must be others. Give a name, any name.
Arya: And you'll kill them? Anybody?
Jaqen: By the Seven New Gods and the Old Gods beyond counting, I swear it.
Arya: All right. Jaqen H'ghar.
Jaqen: A girl gives a man his own name?
Arya: That's right.
Jaqen: Gods are not mocked. This is no joking thing.
Arya: I'm not joking. A man can go kill himself.
Jaqen: Un-name me.
Arya: No.
Jaqen: Please?
Arya: I'll un-name you.
Jaqen: Thank you.
Arya: If you help me and my friends escape.
Jaqen: [scoffs] This would require more than one life. This is not part of our bargain.
Arya: Fine. Jaqen H'ghar.
Jaqen: A girl lacks honor.
[Arya shrugs]

Arya: [looks around at the knights of the Vale] Are you sure you want to do this?
Sansa: It's not what I want. It's what honor demands.
Arya: And what does honor demand?
Sansa: That I defend my family from those who would harm us. That I would defend the North from those who would betray us.
Arya: Alright, then. Get on with it.
Sansa: You stand accused of murder. You stand accused of treason. How do you answer these charges...
[Sansa turns to Littlefinger]
Sansa: ...Lord Baelish?

[Ned finds Arya trying to balance on one leg at the top of some steps]
Arya: Syrio says a water dancer can stand on one toe for hours.
Eddard: It's a hard fall down these steps.
Arya: Syrio says every hurt is a lesson, and every lesson makes you better.
[Arya puts her foot down]
Arya: Tomorrow I'm going to be chasing cats.
Eddard: Cats? Syrio says...
Arya: He says every swordsman should study cats. They're as quiet as shadows and as light as feathers. You have to be quick to catch them.
Eddard: He's right about that.
Arya: Now that Bran's awake, will he come live with us?
Eddard: Well, he needs to get his strength back first.
Arya: He wants to be a knight of the Kingsguard. He can't be one now, can he?
Eddard: No, but someday he could be lord of a holdfast, or sit on the king's council, or he might raise castles like Brandon the Builder.
Arya: Can I be lord of a holdfast?
[Ned chuckles and kisses Arya's forehead]
Eddard: You will marry a high lord and rule his castle, and your sons shall be knights and princes and lords.
Arya: No... that's not me.
[Arya resumes standing on one leg]

[a pack of wolves surround and growl at Arya. A large direwolf appears]
Arya: Nymeria?
[Arya puts her sword down]
Arya: Nymeria, it's me, Arya. I'm heading North, girl. Back to Winterfell, I'm finally going home. Come with me. Come with me.
[Nymeria and the other wolves leave. Arya is left alone in disbelief]
Arya: That's not you.

Arya: I'd have killed Joffrey with a chicken bone if I had to.
Sandor: I'd pay good money to see that.

Arya: You heading to King's Landing?
Sandor: I have some unfinished business.
Arya: Me too.
Sandor: I don't plan on coming back.
Arya: Neither do I.

Arya: [now has a sword] Sansa can keep her sowing needles. I've got a needle of my own.

Arya: Where were you?
Jaqen: [annoyed] A man has patrol duty.

Arya: You said we'll shall meet again.
Melisandre: And here we are. At the end of the world.
Arya: You also said I'll shut many eyes forever. You were right about that too.
Melisandre: Brown eyes, green eyes... and blue eyes.

Arya: [referring to their father] Now he's dead. Killed by the Lannisters. With your help.
Sansa: What?
[Arya shows Sansa the letter she found in Littlefinger's room - the one Sansa sent Robb long ago]
Arya: That's your pretty handwriting. Septa Mordane used to crack my knuckles 'cause I couldn't write as well as you.
[Arya reads the letter aloud]
Arya: "Robb, I write to you today with heavy heart. Our good King Robert is dead. Killed from wounds he took in a boar hunt..."
Sansa: You don't have to read it. I remember.
Arya: [keeps reading] "Father has been charged with treason. He conspired with Robert's brothers against my beloved Joffrey and tried to steal his throne. The Lannisters are treating me well and providing me with every comfort. I beg you, come to King's Landing, swear fealty to King Joffrey and prevent any strife between the great houses of Lannister and Stark. Your faithful sister, Sansa".
Sansa: They forced me to do it.
Arya: Did they? With a knife at your throat? Did they put you in a rack and stretched you till your bones started to pop?
Sansa: You should have known what it was like. I was a child.
Arya: So was I. I would have let them kill me before I betrayed my family.
Sansa: They told me it was the only way to save father.
Arya: And you were *stupid* enough to believe them. I remember you, standing on that platform with Joffrey and Cersei when they dragged father to the block. I remember the pretty dress you were wearing, I remember the fancy way you did your hair.
Sansa: You were there?
Arya: I was there. Standing in the crowd near Baelor's statue.
Sansa: And what did you do? Did you come running to the rescue? Did you fight with the Lannisters and save father?
Arya: I wanted to.
Sansa: But you didn't. Just like me.
Arya: I didn't betray him. I didn't betray Robb. I didn't betray our entire family for "my beloved Joffrey".
Sansa: You should be on your knees thanking me. We're back in Winterfell because of me. You didn't win it back, Jon didn't win it back, he lost the battle of the bastards. The knights of the Vale rode in from the north for me!

Arya: The lion's not his sigil, idiot.
- He's a stag, like his father.
- He is not.
- He's nothing like that old drunk king.
- Go on, girls. Get your septa and start packing your things.
- Wait!
- Come on.
- But it's not fair!

Arya: When am I going to get a horse of my own?
Sandor: Little lady wants a pony.
Arya: Little lady wants away from your stench.
Sandor: Horses aren't easy to come by. Even if they were, think I'm gonna put you on your own horse? Watch the only thing of value I've got in the world ride away?
Arya: Why don't you have any money? Didn't you steal anything from Joffrey before you left?
Sandor: No.
Arya: You're not very smart, are you?
Sandor: I'm not a thief.
Arya: You're fine with murdering little boys, but thieving is beneath you.
Sandor: Man's got to have a code.
Arya: You think I'm gonna escape. Where would I go? I'd be dead by nightfall without you, my family's gone, I've got no one.
Sandor: You've got an aunt in the Vale. Your rich aunt Lysa. After I sell you to her, maybe she'll have enough left over to buy you that pony you want so much.

Arya: [to Jon] I came to kill Cersei. Your queen killed her first.

Thoros: You can finish your meals before you go. It may be a while before you see another.
Arya: You'll free us?
Thoros: I gave you my word. But before you go, allow me to raise a cup to...
[Anguy and another group of outlaws walk in, escorting a tall hooded man]
Anguy: Hey!
[the outlaws cheer]
Thoros: [laughing] That is an uncommonly large person. How does one manage to subdue such an uncommonly large person?
Anguy: One waits for him to drink until he passes out.
Thoros: Poor man. You have my sympathy.
[Thoros pulls off the hood, revealing the face of Sandor "the Hound" Clegane]
Thoros: A-ha! Not a man at all. A Hound!
[the outlaws howl mockingly]
Thoros: So good to see you again, Clegane.
Sandor: Thoros? The fuck you doing here?
Thoros: Drinking and talking too much, same as ever.
[the outlaws laugh]
Thoros: A pretty prize, lads!
Outlaws: Yeah!
[Arya gets up and tries to leave the room unnoticed, but the Hound notices her]
Sandor: Girl!
[Arya stops; the Hound turns back to Thoros]
Sandor: What in seven hells are you doing with the Stark bitch?
[they both turn to stare at Arya]

Jaqen: None of the first Faceless Men were born to lords and ladies. They began as slaves in the mines of Valyria.
Arya: Who was the first?
Jaqen: He was no one. The Many-Faced God taught him how to shed his face and how to give the gift. The man taught others in exchange for their service. Many served, many more gifts were given. Soon all the masters and overseers were gone and the Faceless Men fled.
Arya: Where did they go?
Jaqen: Here. They founded the Free City of Braavos and built this house. These were the faces they wore in life when they were not wearing others. The first Faceless Men. And now a girl is one of them, if a girl desires.
Arya: A girl has no desires.

Sandor: You left me to die.
Arya: First, I robbed you.
Sandor: You're a cold little bitch, aren't you? Guess that's why you're still alive.

[Arya has just retaken her sword, Needle, from Polliver. She repeats back to Polliver the words with which he taunted Lommy before killing him]
Arya: Something wrong with your leg, boy?
Polliver: What? What, what do you mean?
Arya: Can you walk?
[pause]
Arya: I've got to carry you?
Polliver: [confused] Carry me?
Arya: Fine little blade. Maybe I'll pick my teeth with it.
[Polliver's eyes widen in recognition. Arya runs him through the neck]

Arya: Father!
- We ask the Smith to strengthen our hands and our backs, so we may finish the work required of us.
- We ask the crone to guide us on our journey from darkness to darkness.
- And we ask the stranger not to kill us in our beds tonight for no damn reason at all.
- I'm so sorry.

Sansa: You shouldn't have run away from the guards.
Arya: I didn't run. You need better guards.

Arya: I hate them! I hate all of them. The Hound, the queen and the king, and Joffrey and Sansa.
Eddard: Sansa was dragged before the king and queen and asked to call the prince a liar.
Arya: So was I! He *is* a liar.
Eddard: Shh, darling, listen to me. Sansa will be married to Joffrey someday. She cannot betray him. She must take his side even when he's wrong.
Arya: But how can you let her marry someone like that?

[Thoros is drunkenly telling the outlaws a story while Arya and her friends eat]
Thoros: Never liked the skinny ones. Like drinking from a puddle. Not that I'm averse to drinking from a puddle every now and again, you understand.
[Thoros tries to pour a cup for Arya]
Arya: I don't drink ale.
Thoros: There's no story so good, a drink won't make it better.
Outlaws: Yeah!
Thoros: You see? They've all suffered through my bouts of sobriety, it's very tedious for all concerned. Now, how did three children...
Arya: We're not children.
Thoros: How did three young persons such as yourselves, untrained in the art of war, escape from Harrenhal?
Arya: Gendry's a smith. He was apprenticed in the armory.
Thoros: A smith, eh?
[Gendry nods]
Thoros: Where'd you train?
[Gendry and Arya exchange a look]
Gendry: King's Landing. Tobho Mott's shop.
Thoros: That criminal! He charges twice as much as every other armorer in the city.
Gendry: That's because he's twice as good.
Thoros: A-ha! A smith AND a salesman.
Arya: Gendry stole us weapons.
Thoros: Ah. Fought your way out of Harrenhal, I see.
Arya: He knows how to use a sword, and so do I.
[the outlaws laugh]
Arya: My brothers taught me.
[the outlaws laugh again. Arya stands up, draws her sword, and points it at Thoros' chest]
Outlaws: Ooooh!
[Thoros looks at Arya for a moment, then suddenly stands up, draws his own sword, and disarms her in one smooth motion. He grabs a drink off a nearby table and raises it]
Thoros: To your brothers!
[the outlaws cheer]

Arya: I'm a girl.
Syrio: Boy, girl... You are a sword, that is all. That is the grip. You are not holding a battle-axe. You are holding...
Arya: A needle.

Arya: [to Brienne] The Bloody Gate's ten miles.
Brienne: I swore to your mother, by the Old Gods and the New...
Arya: I don't care what you swore!
Brienne: Arya...
Sandor: [interrupts] You heard the girl! She's not coming with you.
Brienne: [stubbornly] She is.
[the Hound draws his sword partly, and Brienne does the same]
Sandor: You're not a good listener.
[the Hound looks at Brienne's sword]
Sandor: Valyrian steel... I've always wanted some Valyrian steel.
Brienne: [to Arya] Come with me, Arya. I'll take you to safety.
Sandor: [snaps] Safety? Where the FUCK'S that? Her aunt in the Eyrie's dead! Her mother's dead! Her father's dead! Her brother's dead! Winterfell is a pile of rubble! There's no "safety," you dumb bitch. You don't know that by now, you're the wrong one to watch over her.
Brienne: And that what you're doing? Watching over her?
Sandor: Aye, that's what I'm doing.
[Brienne fully draws her sword, and the Hound does the same. They fight, while Arya and Pod are watching]

- Man: Alanna!
- Alanna! Have you seen my wife?
- Have you seen my wife?
Arya: Let go.
- Have you seen my wife?
- Man: Out of the way!
- Man: No!

[the Faceless Man reveals himself to be Jaqen H'ghar]
Arya: You said there was no Jaqen H'ghar here.
Jaqen: There isn't. A man is not Jaqen H'ghar.
Arya: Well, who are you, then?
Jaqen: No one. And that is who a girl must become.

Hot: You've been making pies?
Arya: One or two.

[Arya watches Gendry wielding a sword he has just forged]
Arya: You should stand sideface.
Gendry: Huh? Sideface?
Arya: Sideways.
Gendry: Why?
Arya: Smaller target.
Gendry: [looks around] Am I fighting someone?
Arya: You're practicing for a fight. You should practice right.

Arya: Take this.
[Arya hands Sansa a dagger]
Sansa: I don't know how to use it.
Arya: [quotes what Jon told her long ago] Stick them with the pointy end.

Arya: You used to be taller.
Jon: How did you manage to sneak up on me?
Arya: How did you survive with a knife through your heart?
Jon: I didn't.

Arya: We're family. The four of us. The last of the Starks.

Syrio: Do you pray to the gods?
Arya: The old and the new.
Syrio: There is only one god and his name is Death, and there is only one thing we say to Death: "Not today".

[as the men are taking away Gendry]
Beric: We serve the Lord of Light, and the Lord of Light needs this boy.
Arya: Did the Lord of Light tell you that, or did she?
[one of the guards gives gold to Beric]
Arya: You're not doing this for your god! You're doing this for gold!
Thoros: We're doing it for both, girl. We can't defend the people without weapons and horses and food, and we can't get weapons and horses and food, without gold.

Syrio: You are skinny. That is good. The target is smaller. Now the grip, let me see.
[inspecting how she holds the handle]
Syrio: Yes. The grip must be delicate.
Arya: What if I drop it?
Syrio: The steel must be part of your arm. Can you drop part of your arm? No. Nine years Syrio Forel was first sword to the Sealord of Braavos. He knows these things.

Arya: I want to see the captain.
Ternesio: You're seeing him.
Arya: I want to go north, to the wall.
Ternesio: No you don't.
Arya: I can pay.
Ternesio: There is nothing in the north but ice and war and pirates.
Arya: I wouldn't need a cabin. Please, I could work, scrubbing the floors, or...
Ternesio: I'm not going north, child, we're going home.
Arya: Where's home?
Ternesio: The Free City of Braavos.
Arya: Wait, I have something else.
Ternesio: More silver won't make a difference.
Arya: [shows the coin that Jaqen H'ghar gave her] It's not silver, it's iron.
Ternesio: How did you...
Arya: Valar morghulis.
Ternesio: Valar dohaeris. Of course, you shall have a cabin.

Jon: I have something for you. And it has to be packed very carefully.
Arya: A present?
Jon: Close the door.
[she does, and he reveals a sword in its scabbard]
Jon: This is no toy.
[unsheathing it]
Jon: Be careful you don't cut yourself.
Arya: It's so skinny.
Jon: So are you. I had the blacksmith make it for you special. It won't hack a man's head off, but it can poke him full of holes if you're quick enough.

- You said there was no jaqen h'ghar here.
- There isn't.
- A man is not jaqen h'ghar.
Arya: Well, who are you, then?
- No one.
- And that is who a girl must become.

[Arya looks worriedly at the Twins from across the river while the Hound eats some pig's feet from the farmer's stolen wagon]
Arya: No one's going to believe you're a hog farmer if you eat them all.
Sandor: [waves a pig's foot at her] Best part of the animal.
[pause]
Sandor: Don't worry, they're still there.
Arya: I know they're still there.
Sandor: You check every five minutes like you're afraid they're gonna move.
Arya: I'm not afraid.
Sandor: 'Course you are. You're almost there. And you're afraid you won't make it. The closer you get, the worse the fear gets. No point in trying to hide behind that face. I know fear when I see it. Seen it a lot.
Arya: I knew fear when I saw it in you. You're afraid of fire. When Beric's sword went up in flames, you looked like a scared little girl. And I know why, too. I heard what your brother did to you. Pressed your face to the fire like you're a nice, juicy muttonchop.
Sandor: That give you some ideas?
Arya: Might do.
Sandor: Go ahead, then. You might get away. Might even make it there on your own. They're just over the river. Closest you've been to family since Ilyn Payne snipped your daddy's neck.
[Arya turns and walks right up to him]
Arya: [coldly] Someday, I'm gonna put a sword through your eye and out the back of your skull.
[pause, then she turns and goes back to looking across the river]

[before sleeping, Arya recites the names of the people she wants dead]
Arya: Joffrey... Cersei... Ilyn Payne... the Hound. Joffrey... Cersei... Ilyn Payne... the Hound. Joffrey... Cersei... Ilyn Payne... the Hound.

Tywin: Take that back to the kitchen. Eat what you want.
[Arya takes a plate with mutton and turns to leave]
Tywin: Girl...
[Arya freezes in fear, unsure what Tywin intends]
Tywin: M'lord.
[Arya turns to Tywin, stares at him confused]
Tywin: Lowborn girls say "m'lord", not "my lord". If you're going to pose as a commoner, you should do it properly.
Arya: [defiantly] My mother served Lady Dustin for many years, MY LORD. She taught me how to speak proper... properly.
Tywin: [amused] You're too smart for your own good. Has anyone told you that?
Arya: [smiles] Yes.
Tywin: Go on.
[relieved, Arya leaves]

Arya: I can't see.
- What's happening?
- What's happening?
Doran: I wish you a safe journey home.
- Thank you.
- Forgive me, child.
- I wish you all the happiness in the world.

Arya: [packing her belongings] Septa Mordane says I have to do it again. My things weren't properly folded, she says. Who cares how they're folded? They're gonna get all messed up, anyway.
Jon: It's good you've got help.
Arya: Watch. Nymeria, gloves.
Jon: [her wolf sits there and whimpers] Impressive.
Arya: Shut up.

Sandor: You say your brother gave you that sword? My brother gave me this.
[Points to his scars]
Sandor: It was just like you said, a while back. Pressed me to the fire like I was a nice, juicy mutton chop.
Arya: Why?
Sandor: Thought I stole one of his toys. I didn't steal it, I was just playing with it. The pain was bad. The smell was worse. But the worst thing was that it was my brother who did it. And my father who protected him... told everyone my bedding caught fire. You think you're on your own?
Arya: Let me wash it out and help you sew it up, at least.
[the Hound pauses, then nods]

Jon: First lesson: stick 'em with the pointy end.
Arya: I know which end to use.

Eddard: Whose sword is that?
Arya: [defensively] Mine.
Eddard: Give it to me.
[inspects craftsmanship]
Eddard: I know this maker's mark. This is Mikken's work. Where did you get this?
[no answer]
Eddard: It is no toy. Little ladies shouldn't play with swords.
Arya: I'm not playing. And I don't want to be a lady.
Eddard: Come here.
[pats seat next to him]
Eddard: Now, what do you want with this?
Arya: It's called Needle.
Eddard: Oh. A blade with a name. And who were you hoping to skewer with this? Your sister? Do you know the first thing about sword-fighting?
Arya: Stick 'em with the pointy end.
Eddard: [chuckles] That's the essence of it.

Sandor: It must have felt good sticking a knife into that horned fucker.
Arya: Better than dying.

[at night, Arya recites the names of the people she wants dead]
Arya: Joffrey... Cersei... Walder Frey... Meryn Trant... Tywin Lannister... the Red Woman... Beric Dondarrion... Thoros of Myr... Ilyn Payne... the Mountain.
Sandor: [irritated] Would you shut up?
Arya: I can't sleep until I say the names.
Sandor: The names of every fucking person in Westeros?
Arya: Only the ones I'm going to kill.
Sandor: [sneers] Hate's as good a thing as any to keep a person going. Better than most.
[slight pause]
Sandor: We come across my brother, maybe we can both cross a name off our list.
Arya: If he were here right now, what would you do?
[the Hound glances at Arya for a long moment before answering]
Sandor: I'd tell him to shut the fuck up so I can get some sleep. Go on, get it over with, your list of doomed men.
Arya: I'm almost done. Only one name left.
Sandor: Go on.
Arya: The Hound.
[the Hound looks at Arya, saying nothing]

Robert: Now, child... tell me what happened. Tell it to all and tell it true. It's a great crime to lie to a king.
Sansa: I don't know. I don't remember. Everything happened so fast. I didn't see.
Arya: [grabbing her by the hair] Liar! Liar, liar, liar!
Eddard: Hey, stop it! That's enough of that.
Arya: Liar, liar, liar!
Eddard: [pulling them apart] Stop! Arya!
Cersei: She's as wild as that animal of hers. I want her punished.
Robert: What would you have me do, whip her through the streets? Damn it, children fight. It's over.

[Arya and the Hound come across a farmer trying to fix his wagon]
Sandor: [handing the horse's reins to Arya] Remember what happens to children who run. I'm your father, and I'll do the talking.
[he walks over to the farmer]
Hog: Roads have gone right to hell, haven't they? Cracked three spokes this morning.
Sandor: Need a hand?
Hog: Need about eight hands.
[the Hound lifts the cart up by himself so the farmer can replace the wheel]
Hog: Got to get this salt pork to the Twins in time for the wedding. Many thanks.
[the Hound punches him, knocking him out cold, and draws a dagger; Arya runs over to stop him]
Arya: Don't! Don't kill him!
Sandor: Dead rats don't squeak.
Arya: You're so dangerous, aren't you? Saying scary things to little girls. Killing little boys and old people. A real hard man you are.
Sandor: More than anyone you know.
Arya: You're wrong. I know a killer. A real killer.
Sandor: That so?
Arya: You'd be like a kitten to him. He'd kill you with his little finger.
Sandor: [nodding at the unconscious farmer] That him?
Arya: [looks at the farmer then back at the Hound, confused] No...?
Sandor: Good.
[he steps forward, but Arya shoves him back again]
Arya: Don't kill him! Please! Please don't.
Sandor: [sheathes his dagger] You're very kind. Someday it'll get you killed.
[the farmer groans and stirs; Arya picks up a piece of wood and knocks him out again, then walks away as the Hound looks after her in surprise]

Arya: When was the last time you fought for anyone but yourself?
Sandor: I fought for you, didn't I?

[Anguy is helping Arya practice her archery; she lands an arrow square in the dummy's face]
Arya: Joffrey.
[Arya pierces the dummy's heart with another arrow]
Arya: Cersei.
[Arya strikes the dummy in the crotch with another arrow]
Arya: Ilyn Payne.
Anguy: You're good. You're not as good as you think you are.
Arya: Face, tits, balls. I hit him right where I wanted to.
Anguy: Aye, but you took your sweet time of it. You won't be fighting straw men, little lady. Show me your position.
[Arya draws another arrow]
Anguy: Keep your elbow high. You want your back doing the hard labor. You're holding. Never hold.
Arya: What?
Anguy: Your muscles tense up when you hold. Pull the string back to the center of your chin, and release. Never hold.
Arya: But I have to aim.
Anguy: [chuckles] Never aim.
Arya: [doubtfully] Never aim?
Anguy: Your eye knows where it wants the arrow to go. Trust your eye.

Tywin: This'll be my last war... win or lose.
Arya: Have you ever lost before?
Tywin: You think I'd be in my position if I'd lost a war?
[Arya shakes her head]
Tywin: And this is the one I'll be remembered for. "The War of Five Kings," they're calling it. My legacy will be determined in the coming months. You know what "legacy" means?
[Arya shakes her head again]
Tywin: It's what you pass down to your children, and your children's children. It's what remains of you when you're gone. Harren the Black thought this castle would be his legacy. Greatest fortress ever built. Tallest towers, the strongest walls. The Great Hall had thirty-five hearths. Thirty-five, can you imagine? Look at it now. A blasted ruin. Do you know what happened?
Arya: Dragons?
Tywin: Yes. Dragons happened. Harrenhal was built to withstand an attack from the land. A million men could've marched on these walls and a million men would've been repelled. But an attack from the air, with dragonfire... Harren and all his sons roasted alive within these walls. Aegon Targaryen changed the rules. That's why every child alive still knows his name, three hundred years after his death.
Arya: Aegon and his sisters.
Tywin: Hm?
Arya: It wasn't just Aegon riding his dragon. It was Rhaenys and Visenya, too.
Tywin: Correct. A student of history, eh?
Arya: Rhaenys rode Meraxes. Visenya rode Vhaghar.
Tywin: I'm sure I knew that when I was a boy.
Arya: Visenya Targaryen was a great warrior. She had a Valyrian steel sword she called "Dark Sister."
Tywin: Hm. She's a heroine of yours, I take it. Aren't most girls more interested in the pretty maidens from the songs? Jonquil, with flowers in her hair?
Arya: Most girls are idiots.
Tywin: [laughs] You remind me of my daughter. Where did you learn all this stuff about Visenya and her Valyrian steel sword?
Arya: From my father.
Tywin: [gives Arya a searching look] He was a well-read stonemason? Can't say I've ever met a literate stonemason.
Arya: Have you met many stonemasons, my lord?
Tywin: [with a small smile] Careful now, girl. I enjoy you, but be careful.

Arya: Nothing can be worse than this.
Dying: Maybe "nothing" is worse than this.
Arya: "Nothing" isn't better or worse than anything. Nothing is just... nothing.

[after the goldcloaks threaten Yoren and his recruits]
Lommy: If they come back, I say we yield. Gendry's the one they want. Don't want to get caught in the middle of a battle.
Hot: I ain't afraid of no battles.
Arya: If you got within a mile of a battle, you'd fill your pants.
Hot: I've seen lots of battles. I saw...
Arya: Liar.
Hot: I saw a man kill another man just outside a tavern in Flea Bottom. Stabbed him right in the neck.
Lommy: Two men fighting isn't a battle.
Hot: They had armor on.
Arya: So?
Hot: So, if they've got armor on, it's a battle.
Lommy: No, it isn't.
Hot: What does a dyer's apprentice know about battles, anyway?
Arya: Gendry's an armorer's apprentice. Hot Pie, tell Gendry what makes a fight into a battle.
Hot: It's, um... when they've got armor on.
Gendry: And who told you that?
[pause]
Hot: A knight.
Gendry: How'd you know he was a knight?
Hot: Well... 'cause he's got armor on.
Gendry: You don't have to be a knight to buy armor. Any idiot can buy armor.
Hot: How do you know?
Gendry: 'Cause I sold armor.

Arya: I'm not listening!
Gendry: But just explain it to me. He offered to have any three people you wanted dead. All you had to do was give him the names. Anyone. You could have picked King Joffrey.
Arya: Shut up!
Gendry: You could have picked Tywin Lannister.
Arya: Jaqen got us out of Harrenhal. So why are you complaining?
Gendry: Because you could have ended the war!

Walder: [to the Freys] You're wondering why I brought you all here. After all, we just had a feast. Since when does old Walder give two feasts in a single fortnight.
[everyone chuckles]
Walder: Well, it's no good being lord of the Riveruns if you can't celebrate with your family. That's what I say.
[Walder signals the servants]
Walder: I have gathered every Frey who means a damn thing, so I can tell you my plans for this great house now that winter has come. But first, a toast. No more of that Dornish horse piss! This is the finest Arbor gold! Proper wine for proper heroes!
[everyone cheers]
Walder: Stand together!
[everyone repeats Walder and drinks the wine. Walder's daughter picks up a cup of the wine]
Walder: Not you. I'm not wasting wine on a damn woman.
[Walder directs attention back to everyone]
Walder: Maybe I'm not the most pleasant man. I'll admit it, but I'm proud of you lot. You're my family. The men who helped me slaughter the Starks at the Red Wedding.
[everyone cheers]
Walder: Yes, yes. Cheer. Brave men, all of you. Butchered a woman pregnant with her baby. Cut the throat of a mother of five. Slaughtered your guests after inviting them into your home. But you didn't slaughter everyone of the Starks.
[everyone start groaning]
Walder: No, no. That was your mistake. You should have ripped them all out root and stem.
[everyone starts gagging and coughing]
Walder: Leave one wolf alive and the sheep are never safe.
[everyone starts dying from poison. Walder Frey is revealed to be Arya in disguise. She turns to the lone survivor]
Arya: When people ask you what happened here tell them the North remembers. Tell them winter came for House Frey.

[Brienne and Pod encounter Arya and the Hound]
Brienne: Seven blessings. I'm Brienne of Tarth. This is Podrick Payne.
Sandor: You want something?
Podrick: [quietly to Brienne] That's Sandor Clegane. The Hound.
[Brienne looks intently at Arya]
Brienne: [to Arya] You're Arya Stark.
[the Hound grabs the hilt of his sword]
Sandor: I asked if you wanted something.
Brienne: I swore to your mother I would bring you home to her.
Arya: My mother's dead.
Brienne: [steps closer] I know. I wish I could have been there to protect her.
Arya: You're not a northerner.
Brienne: No, but I swore a sacred vow to protect her.
Arya: Why didn't you?
Brienne: She commanded me to bring Jaime Lannister back to King's Landing.

[last lines]
Jaqen: Finally a girl is no one.
Arya: A girl is Arya Stark of Winterfell and I'm going home.

- Three brothers.
- Robb, bran, rickon.
- And a half-brother Jon.
- And where are they now?
Arya: They may be dead for all a girl knows.

Arya: [to Gendry] I am not the Red Woman. Take your own bloody pants off.

[Arya overhears several Frey soldiers talk jokingly about Robb's decaptitaion and Catelyn's death around a fire. She approaches]
Arya: Mind if I keep warm?
Frey: Fuck off!
Arya: But I'm hungry.
Frey: Does 'fuck off' mean something different where you're from?
Arya: I've got money.
[Arya shows the coin Jaqen H'ghar gave her]
Frey: What kind kind of coin is that?
Arya: It's worth a lot.
[Arya deliberately drops the coin]
Arya: Sorry.
Frey: Little shit.
[as the soldier bends down to pick up the coin, Arya grabs him and stabs him in the neck repeatedly. The other people try to attack, but the Hound saves her and kills them]
Sandor: Where did you get the knife?
Arya: From you.
[the Hound takes the knife from Arya]
Sandor: Is that the first man you killed?
Arya: The first man.
Sandor: Next time you're going to do something like that, tell me first!
[the Hound walks away. Arya bends and retrieves the coin with her bloody hands]
Arya: [whispers] Valar Morghulis.

Waif: Who else was on Arya Stark's funny little list?
Arya: Cersei Lannister. Gregor Clegane. Walder Frey.
Waif: That's a short list. That can't be everyone you want to kill. Are you sure you're not forgetting someone?
Arya: Which name would you like a girl to speak?

Arya: What's that?
Lady: Milk of the poppy.
Arya: I don't want any.
Lady: Sleep is only way you'll heal. Trust me, if my soup didn't kill you, nothing will.

[Arya, Gendry and Hot Pie encounter Jaqen on the road after their escape from Harrenhal]
Arya: What are you doing here?
Jaqen: Waiting for you.
Arya: How did you know we'd come this way?
Jaqen: After all the things you have seen, this is your question?
Arya: How did you kill those guards? Was it hard?
Jaqen: No harder than taking a new name, if you know the way.
Arya: Show me how. I want to be able to do it too.
Jaqen: If you would learn, you must come with me.
Arya: Where?
Jaqen: Far and away across the Narrow Sea, to Braavos.
Arya: My dancing master's from Braavos.
Jaqen: [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.
Arya: I want to... but I can't. I need to find my brother and mother. And my sister. I need to find her too.
Jaqen: Then we must part. A man has duties as well.
[Jaqen reaches into a pouch and produces a coin]
Jaqen: Here.
Arya: What is it?
Jaqen: A coin of great value.
Arya: [takes the coin] Could it buy a horse?
Jaqen: It is not meant for the buying of horses.
Arya: Then what good is it?
Jaqen: 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."
Arya: "Valar morghulis."
[Jaqen starts to walk away]
Arya: Please don't go, Jaqen.
Jaqen: [turns back to Arya] Jaqen is dead. Say it again: "Valar morghulis."
Arya: "Valar morghulis."
Jaqen: Good.
[Jaqen turns away, and when he looks back, his face has mysteriously changed to that of a stranger. Arya stares at him in shock]
Jaqen: Farewell, Arya Stark.

[at night, Arya recites the names of the people she wants dead]
Arya: Joffrey... Cersei... Ilyn Payne... the Hound...
[Arya hears a woman prisoner crying, begging Polliver to give her some food. She watches Polliver beating the woman with a club]
Arya: ...Polliver... the Mountain.