The Best Benjen Stark Quotes

Eddard: The man I beheaded, did you know him?
Benjen: Of course I did. Just a lad. And he was tough, Ned, a true ranger.
Eddard: He was talking madness. Said the Walkers slaughtered his friends.
Benjen: Well, the two he was with are still missing.
Eddard: Hmph. A Wildling ambush.
Benjen: Maybe. Direwolves south of the wall, talk of the Walkers, and my brother might be the next Hand of the King. Winter is coming.

Benjen: We've been receiving disturbing reports.
Jon: What kind of reports?
Benjen: The kind I don't want to believe.

Benjen: Why aren't you at the feast?
Jon: Lady Stark thought it might insult the royal family to seat a bastard in their midst.
Benjen: Well, you're always welcome on the Wall. No bastard was ever refused a seat there.
Jon: So take me with you when you go back.
Benjen: Jon...
Jon: Father will let me if you ask him. I know he will.
Benjen: The Wall isn't going anywhere.
Jon: I'm ready to swear your oath.
Benjen: You don't understand what you'd be giving up. We have no families. None of us will ever father sons...
Jon: I don't care about that!
Benjen: You might, if you knew what it meant.

Benjen: [at the edge of the Wall with Jon] I wanted to be here when you saw it for the first time. I'm leaving this morning.
Jon: You're leaving?
Benjen: I'm the First Ranger. My job is out there.

Tyrion: So... you roam the Seven Kingdoms collaring pickpockets and horse thieves and bring them here as eager recruits.
Yoren: Aye. Well, it's not all of 'em's done bad things. Some of 'em's just poor lads looking for steady feed. Some of 'em's highborn lads looking for glory.
Tyrion: Better chance of finding feed than glory.
Benjen: [walks in] The Night's Watch is a joke to you, is it? Is that what we are, Lannister? An army of jesters in black?
Tyrion: You don't have enough men to be an army, and aside from Yoren here, none of you are particularly funny.
Benjen: I hope we provided you with some good stories to tell when you're back in King's Landing. That's something to think about when you're drinking your wine down there, enjoying your brothels. Half the boys you've seen training will die north of the Wall. Might be a wildling's axe that gets them. Might be sickness. Might just be the cold. They die in pain... and they do it so plump little lords like you can enjoy their summer afternoons in peace and comfort.
Tyrion: [to Yoren] Do you think I'm plump?
[Yoren smiles and looks away]
Tyrion: Listen, Benjen - may I call you Benjen?
Benjen: Call me what you like.
Tyrion: I'm not sure what I've done to offend you. I have great admiration for the Night's Watch. I have great admiration for you as First Ranger...
Benjen: You know, my brother once told me that nothing someone says before the word "but" really counts.
Tyrion: But... I don't believe that giants and ghouls and white walkers are lurking beyond the Wall. I believe that the only difference between us and the wildlings is that when that Wall went up, our ancestors happened to live on the right side of it.
Benjen: You're right. The wildlings are no different from us. A little rougher, maybe. But they're made of meat and bone. I know how to track 'em and I know how to kill 'em. It's not the wildlings giving me sleepless nights. You've never been north of the Wall, so don't tell me what's out there.
[Benjen turns to leave]
Yoren: You going below?
[Yoren and Benjen shake hands]
Yoren: Keep well, keep warm.
Benjen: Enjoy the capital, brother.
Yoren: Oh, I always do.
[Benjen walks out]
Tyrion: I think he's starting to like me.

Benjen: [to Jon] You're no ranger. Here, a man gets what he earns, when he earns it.