The Best Game of Thrones, Season 4, Episode 9 Quotes

Janos: The bars of those gates are 4 inches of cold hard rolled steel.
Jon: Those are giants riding mammoths down there!

- They're attacking the southern gate!
- Alliser: Now? Janos: Now.
- I'm going down there.
- Brother slynt, you have the wall.
- What?
- What are you fucking waiting for? Loose!
- You heard the man. Loose!

[Maester Aemon surprises Sam at the library]
Maester: And what is it that couldn't wait until morning, Tarly?
Samwell: Maester Aemon. How did you know...
Maester: That it was you? Who else but Samwell Tarly would be wasting candles to read in the middle of the night?

- We'll question him later.
- I should have thrown you from the top of the wall, boy!
- You should have.
- Whoa, it's me.
- I promised you, didn't I?

- They held the gate.
- Get some brothers down here to help you.
- We need to burn the bodies.

- Tormund.
- It's over.
- Let it end.
- This is how a man ends.

Samwell: So, what's it like?
Jon: It's... there's this person, this whole other person. And you're wrapped up in them, and they're wrapped up in you. And you... for a little... for a little while, you're more than just you. You're... well, I don't know! I'm not a bleeding poet.
Samwell: No, you're really not.
Jon: What did I get for it? An arrow six inches from my heart.

[Screaming] No!
- To the gate. Come on, let's move.
- Come on, up there!
- It's gonna open.

Maester: We could spend all night trading tales of lost loves. Nothing makes the past a sweeter place to visit than the prospect of imminent death.

[the wildling army emerges from the trees beyond the Wall]
Alliser: Archers, nock! Everyone else, hold!
[the archers nock arrows to their bows. Grenn and Edd lose their grip on a frozen barrel, and it tumbles off the edge of the Wall. Thorne grimaces at the waste of ammunition]
Alliser: I said "nock and hold," you cunts! Does "nock" mean "draw"?
Men of the Night's Watch: No, ser!
Alliser: Does fucking "hold" mean fucking "drop"?
Men of the Night's Watch: No, ser!
Alliser: You all plan to die here tonight?
Men of the Night's Watch: No, ser!
Alliser: That's very good to hear! Draw!

- Is it over?
- No.
- Well, then...
- You're all right.
- I'll get help.
- Maesteraemon is coming.
- He's gonna make it all right.

Alliser: You can say it if you like. We should've sealed the tunnel while we had the chance. Like you suggested.
Jon: It was a difficult decision either way, ser.
Alliser: Do you know what leadership means, Lord Snow? It means that the person in charge gets second-guessed by every clever little twat with a mouth. But if he starts second-guessing himself, that's the end. For him... for the clever little twats... for everyone. This is not the end, not for us. Not if you lot do your duty for however long it takes to beat them back. And then you get to go on hating me, and I get to go on wishing your wildling whore had finished the job.

- They'll kill me?
- If I don't go, they'll kill me anyway.
- They'll kill the rest of us, too.
Samwell: They won'tjust kill you.
- They'll boil you, flay you, make it last days.
- You're right. It's a bad plan.
- What's your plan?

- If the climbers get too high, drop the scythe on them.
- Come, brothers. Now fight with me!
- Might as well enjoy our last night, right, boys?
- Light the fuckers up!
- Nock! Draw!
- Loose!

The: Night gathers, and now my watch begins. It shall not end until my death. I shall take no wife, hold no lands, father no children. I shall wear no crowns and win no glory. I shall live and die at my post. I am the sword in the darkness. I am the watcher on the walls. I am the shield that guards the realms of men. I pledge my life and honor to the Night's Watch, for this night and all the nights to come.

[last lines]
Jon: [handing his sword to Sam] In case I don't come back.
[the outer gate opens]
Samwell: Jon.
[Jon turns to Sam]
Samwell: [concerning] Come back.
[Jon smiles at Sam, then leaves to find Mance Rayder]

- Hoist her up.
- Man: Hoist her up!
- They've had enough for one night.
- Don't cheer too loud.
- They still outnumber us 1,000 to one.

- You, over there.
- Did you get one?
- No.
- Shh, pyp!
- Shit.
- Sam.
- Yeah?
- I think we're gonna die.
- If you keep missing, we will.

Pypar: You're not afraid?
Samwell: Of course I'm afraid. There's a band of wildlings coming to kill us.
Pypar: If you're afraid of a band of wildings how in seven hells did you manage to get a white walker?
Samwell: I didn't know I was going to kill it. But I had to do something, I didn't have any choice. It was going to kill Gilly and take the baby. If someone had asked me my name, right there, I wouldn't have known. I wasn't Samwell Tarly anymore. I wasn't the steward of the Night's Watch, or son of Randyll Tarly, or any of that. I was nothing at all. When your nothing at all there's no more reason to be afraid.
Pypar: But you're afraid now.
Samwell: Yes, well, I'm not nothing anymore.

Alliser: Brothers! A hundred generations have defended this castle! It's never fallen before, she will not fall tonight! Those are Thenns at our walls! They eat the flesh of the men they kill! Do you want to fill the belly of a Thenn, tonight? Tonight, we fight! And when the sun rises, I promise you, Castle Black will stand! The Night's Watch will stand! With me now! Now with me!

- for him, for the clever little twats, for everyone.
- This is not the end. Not for us.
- Not if you lot do your duty for however long it takes to beat them back.
- And then you get to go on hating me, and I get to go on wishing your wildling whore had finished the job.

- Tonight we fight.
- And when the sun rises, I promise you, castle black will stand!
- The night's watch will stand!
- Men: Yes!
- With me now! Now with me!

- Wondering what it tastes like?
- Maybe I have.
- Jon snow is mine.
- Anyone else tries to kill him,
- I'll have an arrow for them.
- And not one of your bald friends is fast enough to stop me.

- Didn't count more than
- 20 down here. Leftovers.
- They got a big fat one and a little bony one Manning the front.
- How high are the walls?
- Well, we'll be up and over before they know what's happened.
Styr: Let's kill some crows!
- Come on!

- Promise me you won't die.
- I promise you I won't die.

- Get me to the top! You hear me?
- Your name's olly, right?
- Listen to me, olly. Get me to the top.
- And when we give the signal, bring us back down.
- You hear me?
- Find a weapon, olly. Fight them.

- An arrow six inches from my heart.
- There'll be arrows for all of us soon.
- There will.
- They've already done the worst thing to me they could ever do.
- Go get some sleep, Sam.
- I'll take this watch.

- I was nothing at all.
- And when you're nothing at all, there's no more reason to be afraid.
- But you're afraid now?
- Yes, well,
- I'm not nothing any more.

- They won't.
- Come on, hill. And you, Cooper.
- You three, on me!
- Come on, you lazy bastards!
- Oil.
- Oil on the ramp!

- Archers, nock your arrows!
- Man: Nock arrows!
- Draw!
- Loose!

- I pledge my life and honour to the night's watch for this night and all the nights to come!
- I don't want you out there.
- You can't protect me forever.
- There won't be anywhere to hide if the castle falls.
- I need him more than I need you.

Samwell: Pyp, open the gate!
Pypar: I can't!
Gilly: Sam, is that you?
Samwell: Yes!
Pypar: Look, Thorne gave me strict orders to not open the gate.
Samwell: Oh, Pyp, open the fucking gate!
[pause, then Pyp starts opening the gate]
Pypar: I never heard you curse before.
Samwell: Yes, well, best get used to it.

Ygritte: [as she's dying] Jon Snow.
Jon: Hush. Don't talk.
Ygritte: Do you remember that cave? We should have stayed in that cave.
Jon: We'll go back there.
Ygritte: You know nothing, Jon Snow.

- Get him inside.
- Hold that fucking gate!
- Hold it!

- We need more men down here.
- We have to hold the gate.
- But we need men here.
- Tell Jon. He's in command.
- Let's go.

- I can't just hide here with you while they're fighting out there.
- Why not?
- You won't matter up there.
- You will down here.
- I am a man of the night's watch, gilly.
- I made a promise to defend the wall, and I have to keep it, because that's what men do.

- Cut the rope!
- Wait! No!

- Man 2: Man the gate!
- Man 1: Ready yourselves!
- Man 3: Make haste! Prepare!
- Man 1: Up on the wall!
- Quickly! Up!
- Man 3: How many are there?
- Beyond the trees!
- It's time.

- Man: Hold the bridge!
- Hold, wait for it!
- Come on with the rocks!
- Nock!
- Draw!
- Loose!

- A story for the children.
- Brother slynt.
- We just got word that ser alliser needs you below.
- You're the most experienced man he's got, ser, and he needs you.
- Needed below?
- Yes.

- Jon snow.
- Hush. Don't talk.
- Do you remember that cave?
- We should have stayed in that cave.
- We'll go back there.
- You know nothing, Jon snow.

- How are we gonna stop that?
- Shot 20 arrows in him already.
- You heard Jon. We hold the gate.
- Jon snow's not lord commander.
- We hold the gate!

- It was horrible.
- I'm so sorry.
- I didn't know until I got back.
- Don't let them send me away, Sam.
- Never.
- I know there's no women allowed.
- Anyone who tries to throw you out will be having words with me.
- From now on, wherever you go, I go, too.

Samwell: Where are we going?
Jon: Going to find Mance.
Samwell: You can't do that. No one gave you any orders.
Jon: Who's left to give orders? The Wildling army's only an army because of Mance. He united 100 warring tribes. Without Mance, they lose their leader. They lose their purpose. They go back to fighting each other. Scatter back to their home.
Samwell: Without Mance? You're going to kill him?
Jon: I'm gonna try.
Samwell: They'll never let you within 100 yards of him. And even if they did, even if you managed to kill him...
Jon: They'll kill me? If I don't go, they'll kill me anyway. They'll kill the rest of us, too.
Samwell: They won't just kill you. They'll boil you, they'll flay you, they'll make it last days.
Jon: You're right. It's a bad plan... What's your plan?

Tormund: I should have thrown you from the top of the Wall, boy!
Jon: Aye. You should have.

Jon: What do you want me to say?
Samwell: I want you to tell me what it was like to have someone. To be with someone. To love someone and have them love you back. We're all gonna die a lot sooner than I'd planned. You're the closest I'll ever get to knowing.
Jon: So you and Gilly never...?
Samwell: No. She just had a baby.
Samwell: And she never offered.
Jon: But if she had, you would have? You'd have broken your vows?
Samwell: The interesting thing is, our vows never specifically forbid intimate relations with women.
Jon: What?
Samwell: "I shall take no wife." Yes, that's in there. There's no denying that. "I shall father no children." It's very specific. But what our vows have to say about other activities is open to interpretation.
Jon: I don't think Ser Alliser cares much for interpretation.

Pypar: I got one. Right through the heart. He's dead.
Samwell: Oh, is it over?
Pypar: No.
Samwell: [hands him another crossbow] Well, then!

- Clear the way! Let's go!
- Out of the way!
- Get out of here!

- I said nook and hold, you cunts!
- Does nock mean draw?
- Men: No, ser!
- Does fucking hold mean fucking drop?
- Men: No, ser!
- You all plan to die here tonight?
- Men: No, ser!
- That's very good to hear. Draw!
- No, down below!