100 Best Jon Snow Quotes

Jon: The dragonglass-!
Eddison: Fuck the glass! We're gonna die here!

Tyrion: Let me give you some advice, bastard. Never forget what you are, the rest of the world will not. Wear it like armor and it can never be used to hurt you.
Jon: What the hell do you know about being a bastard?
Tyrion: All dwarfs are bastards in their father's eyes.

Ygritte: Don't ever betray me.
Jon: I won't.

Jon: [recites the vow of the Night's Watch] Hear my words, and bear witness to my vow: 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 realm of men. I pledge my life and honor to the Night's Watch, for this night and all the nights to come.

Samwell: I know for a fact that some of the officers go to that brothel in Mole's Town.
Jon: I wouldn't doubt it.
Samwell: Don't you think it's a little bit unfair? Making us take our vows while they sneak off for a little Sally on the side?
Jon: Sally on the side?
Samwell: It's silly, isn't it? What, *we* can't defend the Wall unless we're celibate? It's absurd.
Jon: I didn't think you'd be so upset about it.
Samwell: Why not? Because I'm fat?
Jon: No.
Samwell: But I like girls just as much as you do. They might not like me as much. I've never... been with one. You've probably had hundreds.
Jon: No. As a matter of fact, I'm the same as you.
Samwell: Yeah. Yeah, I... I find that hard to believe.
Jon: I came very close once. I was alone in a room with a naked girl, but...
Samwell: Didn't know where to put it?
Jon: I know where to put it.
Samwell: Was she... old and ugly?
Jon: Young and gorgeous. A whore named Ros.
Samwell: What color hair?
Jon: Red.
Samwell: Oh, I like red hair. And her... her...
[Sam places his hands on his chest]
Jon: You don't want to know.
Samwell: What, that good?
Jon: Better.

Jon: We need to fall back!

Jeor: When dead men, and worse, come hunting for us in the night, do you think it matters who sits the Iron Throne?
Jon: No.
Jeor: Good. Because I want you and your wolf with us when we ride beyond the Wall tomorrow.
Jon: Beyond the Wall?
Jeor: I will not sit meekly by and wait for the snows. I mean to find out what's happening. The Night's Watch will ride in force against the wildlings, the White Walkers, and whatever else is out there. And we will find Benjen Stark, alive or dead. I will command them myself. So I will ask you once, Lord Snow, are you a brother of the Night's Watch, or a bastard boy who wants to play at war?

[Jon is standing watch atop the Wall when Sam walks over]
Samwell: Hello. Ser Alliser said I'm to be your new watch partner. I should warn you, I don't see all that well.
Jon: Come stand by the fire. It's warmer.
Samwell: No, that's all right, I'm fine.
Jon: You're not. You're freezing.
[Sam walks over to the fire and peers over the edge of the Wall]
Samwell: I don't like high places.
Jon: You can't fight... you can't see... you're afraid of heights and almost everything else, probably.
[pause]
Jon: What are you doing here, Sam?
Samwell: On the morning of my eighteenth nameday, my father came to me. "You're almost a man now," he said, "but you are not worthy of my land and title. Tomorrow you're going to take the black, forsake all claim to your inheritance, and start north. If you do not," he said, "then we'll have a hunt, and somewhere in these woods your horse will stumble, and you'll be thrown from your saddle to die. Or so I'll tell your mother. Nothing would please me more."
[pause]
Samwell: Ser Alliser's going to make me fight again tomorrow, isn't he?
Jon: Yes, he is.
Samwell: [groans] I'm not going to get any better, you know.
Jon: Well, you can't get any worse.
[Sam and Jon start laughing]

[Davos tosses Melisandre the now-charred stag carving he had made for Shireen; Melisandre looks down in shame]
Jon: What is that?
Davos: Tell him. Tell him who it belonged to.
[a long pause]
Melisandre: The princess Shireen.
Davos: Tell him what you did to her. Tell him!
[another long pause]
Melisandre: We burned her at the stake.
Davos: Why?
Melisandre: The army was trapped, the horses were dying... it was the only way.
Davos: You burned a little girl alive!
Melisandre: I only do what my Lord commands!
Davos: If he commands you to burn children, your Lord is evil!
Melisandre: We are standing here because of him. Jon Snow is alive because the Lord willed it.
Davos: I loved that girl, like she was my own. She was good, she was kind, and you killed her!
Melisandre: So did her father... so did her mother. Her own blood knew it was the only way.
Davos: The only way for what? They all died anyway! You said Stannis was 'the one'; you had him believing it. You had everyone fooled, and you lied.
Melisandre: I didn't lie! I was wrong.
Davos: Aye, you were wrong. How many died because you were wrong?

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

Mance: Was it hard for you to kill the Halfhand?
Jon: Yes.
Mance: You liked him? I like you, but if you're playing us false, it won't be hard for me to kill you. I've got wildling blood in my veins. These are my people.
Jon: I understand.
Mance: Well, how could you understand?
Jon: You want to protect your people.
Mance: Do you know what it takes to unite ninety clans, half of whom want to massacre the other half for one insult or another? They speak seven different languages in my army. The Thenns hate the Hornfoots. The Hornfoots hate the ice-river clans. Everyone hates the cave people. So, you know how I got moon-worshippers and cannibals and giants to march together in the same army?
Jon: No.
Mance: I told them we were all going to die if we don't get south. Because that's the truth.

Jon: I saw the Night King, Davos. I looked into his eyes. How many men do we have in the north to fight him? 10,000? Less?
Davos: Fewer.
Jon: What?

Man of the Night's Watch: A letter for the lord commander.
Jon: I'm not the lord commander anymore.
[Reads letter]
Jon: To the traitor and bastard Jon Snow, You allowed thousands of wildlings past the wall, you have betrayed your own kind, you have betrayed the North. Winterfell is mine, bastard, come and see. Your brother Rickon is in my dungeon, his direwolf's skin is on my floor, come and see. I want my bride back. Send her to me, bastard, and I won't trouble you or your wildling lovers. Keep her from me and I will ride north and slaughter every wildling, man, woman and babe living under your protection. You will watch as I skin them living. You...
[stops]
Sansa: Go on.
Jon: Just more of the same.
Sansa: You will watch as my soldiers take turns raping your sister. You will watch as my dogs devour your wild little brother. Then I will spoon your eyes from their sockets and let my dogs do the rest, come and see. Ramsay Bolton, Lord of Winterfell and warden of the North

Robb: You've said goodbye to Bran? He's not going to die. I know it.
Jon: You Starks are hard to kill.
Robb: My mother?
Jon: She was very kind.
Robb: Well, good. Next time I see you, you'll be all in black.
Jon: It was always my color.

Jon: [stares up at the Wall] Have you ever climbed it before?
Ygritte: No. But Tormund's done it half a hundred times.
[Jon continues staring]
Ygritte: You're afraid.
Jon: Aren't you?
Ygritte: Aye. Oh, it's a long way up and a long way down, but... I've waited my whole life to see the world from up there.

Tyrion: Did you bring any wine?
Jon: No.
Tyrion: Well, thank you for coming to see me. Our queen doesn't keep prisoners for long.

- Fall back behind the wall!
- Fall back!
- Soldier: Fall back!
Jon: Get out of the city!
- Fall back!
- Fall back!
- Fall back!
- Soldier: Fall back!

[In the crypts of Winterfell]
Jon: You don't belong down here.
Petyr: Forgive me. We haven't ever talked properly. I wanted to remedy that.
Jon: I have nothing to say to you.
[Jon turns to leave]
Petyr: Not even "thank you"? If it weren't for me you'd have been slaughtered on that battlefield. You have many enemies, my king, but I swear to you, I'm not one of them. I love Sansa... as I loved her mother.
[Jon grabs Littlefinger by the throat and slams him against the wall]
Jon: Touch my sister and I'll kill you myself.

Daenerys: [re Sansa] She betrayed your trust. She killed Varys as much as I did. It was a victory for her. Now she knows what will happen when people hear the truth about you. Far more people in Westeros love you than me. I don't have love here. I only have fear.
Jon: I love you. You will always be my Queen.
Daenerys: [comes up close] Is that all I am to you? Your Queen?

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.

Ygritte: Now, you could be free too. You don't need to live your whole life taking commands from old men. Wake up when you want to wake up. I could show you the streams to fish, the woods to hunt. Build yourself a cabin and find a woman to lie with in the night. You're a pretty lad. Girls will claw each other's eyes out to get naked with you.
Jon: Walk!
Ygritte: I could teach you how to do it.
Jon: I know how to do it.
Ygritte: You know nothing, Jon Snow.

Jon: [to Ygritte] Do you know something? I know I love you.

Ygritte: Is that a palace?
Jon: It's a windmill.
Ygritte: Windmill...

Ygritte: Here, sit down. Brought a pair for you.
[Ygritte tosses Jon a pair of crampons]
Ygritte: They're too big for you, but they're good.
Jon: You kill someone for them?
Ygritte: Nah. I didn't kill him. But I bet his balls are still bruised.
[Jon laughs]
Ygritte: He wasn't good to me the way you're good to me. Well, he didn't do that thing you do with your tongue.
Jon: [lowers his voice nervously] Yeah, can we not talk about that here?
Ygritte: [playfully imitates him] "Can we not talk about that here? Oh, I'm Jon Snow. I've killed dead men and Qhorin Halfhand, but I'm scared of naked girls!"
Jon: Did I seem scared the other day?
Ygritte: You were trembling like a leaf.
Jon: Only in the beginning.
[Ygritte chuckles]
Ygritte: Only in the beginning. You're a proper lover, Jon Snow. And don't worry. Your secret's safe with me.
Jon: What secret?
Ygritte: Do you think I'm as dumb as all those girls in silk dresses you knew growing up?
[Jon chuckles and starts tying on his crampons]
Ygritte: You're loyal. And you're brave. You didn't stop being a crow the day you walked into Mance Rayder's tent.
[Jon freezes]
Ygritte: But I'm your woman now, Jon Snow. You're going to be loyal to your woman. The Night's Watch don't care if you live or die. Mance Rayder don't care if I live or die. We're just soldiers in their armies, and there's plenty more to carry on if we go down. But it's you and me that matters to me and you. Don't ever betray me.
[Jon hesitates, then looks at her]
Jon: I won't.
Ygritte: Because I'll cut your pretty cock right off and wear it round me neck.

Jon: We never should have left Winterfell.
Sansa: Don't you wish we could go back to the day we left? I want to scream at myself, "don't go, you idiot."
Jon: How could we know?
Sansa: I spent a lot of time thinking about what an ass I was to you. I wish I could change everything.
Jon: We were children.
Sansa: I was awful, just admit it.
Jon: [laughs] You were occasionally awful. I'm sure I can't have been great fun, always sulking in the corner while the rest of you played.
Sansa: Can you forgive me?
Jon: There's nothing to forgive.
Sansa: Forgive me!
Jon: All right, all right, I forgive you!
[they both laugh. Sansa reaches for the cup Jon holds. He hesitates for a moment, then hands her the cup. Sansa drinks and nearly chokes. She coughs loudly. Jon laughs. Sansa hands the cup back to him]
Jon: You'd think after thousands of years, the Night's Watch would have learned how to make a good ale.
Sansa: Where will you go?
Jon: Where will *we* go. If I don't look after you, Father's ghost will come back and murder me.

Tormund: We have to celebrate our victory.
Jon: Vomiting is not celebrating.
Tormund: Yes, it is.

[Sam, Jon, Othell Yarwyck and more of the Night's Watch bring to Castle Black two corpses they found beyond the Wall. Jeor Mormont approaches and examines the corpses]
Jeor: It's Othor, without a doubt.
Othell: The other one is Jafer Flowers, My Lord, less the hand the wolf tore off.
Jeor: Any sign of Benjen or the rest of his party?
[Othell shakes hid head. Sam bends over the corpses]
Jon: Just these two, My Lord. Been dead awhile, I'd say.
Samwell: The smell.
[Othell bends over the corpses and sniffs them]
Othell: What smell?
Samwell: [shrugs and shakes his head] There is none. If they'd be dead for a long time, wouldn't there be rot?
[Mormont looks at Sam intently]
Jon: We should burn them.
Othell: Snow's not wrong, My Lord. Fire will do for them. The Wildling way.
Jeor: I want Maester Aemon to examine them first.
[Mormont turns to Sam]
Jeor: You may be a coward, Tarly, but you're not stupid.
[Sam smiles shyly]
Jeor: Get them inside.

Jon: There are five pups. The direwolf is the sigil of your house. They were meant to have them.
Eddard: You will train them yourselves. You will feed them yourselves. And if they die, you will bury them yourselves.

Jon: [point of sword against his captive's throat] What's your name?
Ygritte: Ygritte.
Qhorin: She was reaching for this axe when you got to her. Give her half a chance and she'll bury it in your face.
Ygritte: [to Jon] I gave you my name.
Jon: I'm Jon Snow.
Ygritte: [to Qhorin] You ought to burn them you killed.
Qhorin: You need a big fire for that. Tell me... Ygritte... why do you want us to build a big fire? You got some more friends in the area?
Ygritte: Burn them. Or maybe you'll need those swords again.
Qhorin: Our boy here has already killed one dead man. He can do it again if he has to.

Jon: I came to say goodbye to Bran.
Catelyn: You've said it.
Jon: [moving to Bran's beside] I wish I could be here when you wake up. I'm going north with Uncle Benjen. I'm taking the black.
[kneeling down]
Jon: I know we always talked about seeing the wall together, but you'll be able to come visit me at Castle Black when you're better. I'll know my way around by then. I'll be a sworn brother of the Night's Watch. We can go out walking beyond the Wall, if you're not afraid.
Catelyn: I want you to leave.

[Jon hands over his black cloak to Eddison]
Eddison: What do you want me to do with this?
Jon: Wear it. Burn it. Whatever you want. You have Castle Black.
[Jon walks away]
Jon: My watch is ended.

Jon: Jon To Sam: I'm glad the end of the world is working out well for someone.

- Man: No, no!
Jon: Move, move!

[Thorne walks in on Jon and Sam horsing around in the mess hall]
Alliser: Enjoying yourselves?
[Jon and Sam quickly get back to work]
Alliser: You look cold, boys.
Samwell: It is a bit nippy.
Alliser: Bit nippy, yeah. By the fire, indoors... it's still summer. Do you boys even remember the last winter? How long has it been now? What, ten years?
Jon: I remember.
Alliser: Was it uncomfortable at Winterfell? Were there days when you just couldn't get warm, never mind how many fires your servants built?
Jon: I build my own fires.
Alliser: That's admirable. I spent six months out there, beyond the Wall, during the last winter. Supposed to be a two-week mission. We heard a rumor Mance Rayder was planning to attack Eastwatch, so we went out to look for some of his men, capture them, gather some knowledge. The Wildlings who fight for Mance Rayder are hard men... harder than you'll ever be. They know their country better than we do. They knew there was a storm coming in. So they hid in their caves and waited for it to pass... and we got caught in the open. Wind so strong, it yanked hundred-foot trees straight from the ground, roots and all. If you took your gloves off to find your cock to have a piss, you lost a finger to the frost. And all in darkness.
[pause]
Alliser: You don't know cold. Neither of you do. The horses died first. Didn't have enough to feed them, to keep them warm. Eating the horses was easy... but later, when we started to fall... that wasn't easy.
[Thorne walks over to Sam, who starts shuddering]
Alliser: We should've had a couple of boys like you along, shouldn't we? Soft, fat boys like you. We'd have lasted a fortnight on you, and still have bones left over for soup. Soon we'll have new recruits, and you lot will be passed along to the Lord Commander for assignment. And they will call you "men of the Night's Watch," but you'd be fools to believe it. You're boys, still. And come the winter, you will die... like flies.

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

Tyrion: And Sansa? I hear she's alive and well.
Jon: She is.
Tyrion: Does she miss me terribly?
[Jon stares at Tyrion]
Tyrion: A sham marriage... and unconsummated.
Jon: I didn't ask.
Tyrion: Well, it was. Or wasn't. Anyway... she's much smarter than she lets on.
Jon: She's starting to let on.
Tyrion: Good.

[realizing that Jon is still loyal to the Night's Watch, Tormund orders his men to kill him. At Tormund's command, the Wildlings charge at Jon. Before Ygritte can shoot, Jon knocks her to the ground. Orell and several more Wildlings attack Jon. Tormund charges at Ygritte before she can reach her bow. Jon kills one of the Wildlings. Tormund grabs Ygritte]
Tormund: He's one of them.
Ygritte: [struggles to get free] No!
Tormund: Do you hear me?
[Ygritte bites Tormund's hand. He shrieks in pain and releases her, but immediately grabs her again]
Tormund: You're not gonna die for one of them.
[inside the tower, Jojen urges Bran to warg into Summer]
Jojen: Do it. They'll find us if you don't.
[Osha, Rickon and Meera look at Bran. Finally he does as Jojen says. He concentrates, breathing heavily, his eyes become blank as he wargs into Summer. Jon is still fighting with several Wildlings. Suddenly, Summer and Shaggydog intervene, attacking and killing two of the Wildlings. Jon continues fighting with Orell. He evades Orell's sword and stabs him fatally. Orell gasps in agony]
Jon: [taunting] You were right the whole time.
[although Orell is mortally injured, he tries to cheat death by warging into the mind of his eagle. He concentrates, his eyes become blank. As Jon stands over Orell's dead human body, Orell's consciousness is controlling the eagle. The eagle attacks Jon, claws at his face with his talons, trying to pluck his eyes. Jon barely manages to fight it off. He stands, blood runs across his face, runs to the horses, mounts one horse and rides away before Tormund and Ygritte can stop him. Ygritte looks after Jon, with mixed expression of anger and pain]

Cersei: If those things come for us there, will be no kingdoms to rule. Everything we suffered will have been for nothing. Everything we lost will have been for nothing. The crown accepts your truce. Until the dead are defeated, they are the true enemy. In return, the King in the North will extend this truce. He will remain in the North where he belongs. He will not take up arms against the Lannister's. He will not chose sides.
Daenerys: Just the King in the North? Not me?
Cersei: I would never ask it of you. You would never agree to it. And if you did, I would trust you even less than I do now. I ask it only of Ned Stark's son. I know Ned Stark's son will be true to his word.
Jon: I am true to my word. Or I try to be. That is why I cannot give you what you ask. I cannot serve two queens. And I have already pledged myself to Queen Daenerys of House Targaryen.
Cersei: Then there is nothing left to discuss. The dead will come North first. Enjoy dealing with them. We will deal with whatever is left of you.

Maester: Tell me, did you ever wonder why the men of the Night's Watch take no wives and father no children?
Jon: No.
Maester: So they will not love. Love is the death of duty. If the day should ever come when your lord father was forced to choose between honor on the one hand and those he loves on the other, what would he do?
Jon: He... he would do whatever was right. No matter what.
Maester: Then Lord Stark is one man in 10,000. Most of us are not so strong. What is honor compared to a woman's love? And what is duty against the feel of a newborn son in your arms? Or a brother's smile?
Jon: Sam told you.
Maester: We're all human. Oh, we all do our duty when there's no cost to it. Honor comes easy then. Yet sooner or later in every man's life there comes a day when it's not easy. A day when he must choose.
Jon: And this is my day? Is that what you are saying?
Maester: Oh, it hurts, boy, Oh, yes. I know.
Jon: You do not know! No one knows. I may be a bastard, but he is my father and Robb is my brother!
Maester: [chuckles] The gods were cruel when they saw fit to test my vows. They waited till I was old. What could I do when the ravens brought news from the South? The ruin of my House, the death of my family? I was helpless, blind, frail. But when I heard they had killed my brother's son, and his poor son, and the children. Even the little children!
Jon: Who are you?
Maester: My father was Maekar, the First of his Name. My brother Aegon reigned after him, when I had refused the throne, and he was followed by his son Aerys, whom they called the Mad King.
Jon: You're Aemon Targaryen.
Maester: I am a master of the Citadel, bound in service to Castle Black and the Night's Watch. I will not tell you... to stay or go. You must make that choice yourself, and live with it for the rest of your days. As I have.

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.

Jon: When enough people make false promises, words stop meaning anything. Then there are no more answers, only better and better lies.

Sandor: [advice on withstanding freezing cold] Walking's good. Fighting's better. Fucking's best.
Jon: There isn't a woman around for a hundred miles out here.
Sandor: We have to do with what we've got.
[casts glance at Gendry, who looks at him askew]

[Jon, Sansa, and Davos are meeting with Robett Glover at Deepwood Motte]
Robett: The answer is no.
Jon: Lord Glover, if you could just hear us out.
Robett: I've heard enough. We've only just taken back this castle from the Ironborn. The Boltons helped us do it. Now you want me to fight against them? I could be skinned for even talking to you.
Jon: The Boltons are traitors. Roose Bolton...
Robett: [interrupts] Have other northern houses pledged to fight for you?
Jon: House Mormont.
Robett: And...?
Jon: We sent raven to Houses Manderly...
Robett: [interrupts] I don't care about ravens. You're asking me to join your army. Who is fighting in this army?
Jon: [hesitates before answering] The bulk of the force is made up of wildlings.
Robett: [laughs] Then the rumors are true. I didn't dare believe them. I received you out of respect for your father. Now I would like you to leave. House Glover will not abandon its ancestral home to fight alongside wildlings.
[Robett starts walking away]
Jon: Lord Glover...
Robett: There's nothing else to say.
Sansa: I would remind you that House Glover is pledged to House Stark. Sworn to answer when called upon.
[Jon glares at Sansa. Robett walks up close to Sansa. Jon sighs]
Robett: [disdainfully] Yes, my family served House Stark for centuries. We wept when we heard of your father's death. When my brother was lord of this castle, he answered Robb's call and hailed him King in the North.
[Robett steps closer to Sansa]
Robett: And where was King Robb when the ironborn attacked this castle? When they threw my wife and children in prison and brutalized and killed our subjects? Taking up with a foreign whore. Getting himself and those who followed him killed.
[Robett looks at Jon and then back at Sansa]
Robett: I served House Stark once, but House Stark is dead.
[Robett walks away. Sansa and Jon look down]

Jon: [re Daenerys] She'll make a good queen. For all of us. She's not her father.
Sansa: No, she's much prettier. Did you bend the knee to save the North or because you love her?

Jon: You said Lord Baelish sold you to the Boltons.
Sansa: He did.
Jon: And you trust him?
Sansa: Only a fool would trust Littlefinger.

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.
[dies]

Samwell: So why exactly did you not make love to Ros with the perfect...?
Jon: What's my name?
Samwell: Jon Snow.
Jon: And why is my surname Snow?
Samwell: Because... you're a bastard from the North.
Jon: I never met my mother. My father wouldn't even tell me her name. I don't know if she's living or dead. I don't know if she's a noblewoman or a fisherman's wife... or a whore. So I sat there in the brothel as Ros took off her clothes. But I couldn't do it. Because all I could think was what if I got her pregnant and she had a child, another bastard named Snow? It's not a good life for a child.
Samwell: So... you *didn't* know where to put it?

Jon: I'm sorry to see you leave, Lannister.
Tyrion: It's either me or this cold. And it doesn't appear to be going anywhere.
Jon: Will you stop at Winterfell on your way south?
Tyrion: I expect I will. Gods know there aren't many feather beds between here and King's Landing.
Jon: If you see my brother Bran, tell him I miss him. Tell him I'd visit if I could.
Tyrion: Of course.
Jon: He'll never walk again.
Tyrion: If you're going to be a cripple, it's better to be a rich cripple.

Samwell: You're the true king... Aegon Targaryen, Sixth of His Name, Protector of the Realm, all of it.
Jon: Daenerys is our queen.
Samwell: She shouldn't be.
Jon: That's treason.
Samwell: It's the truth... you gave up your crown to save your people... would she do the same?

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

Jon: It doesn't feel right.
Tyrion: Ask me again in ten years.

Jon: It doesn't matter what I do.
Tyrion: It matters more than anything.

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.

Tormund: It's not his men that worry me. It's his horses. I know what mounted knights can do to us. You and Stannis cut though us like piss through snow.
Jon: We're digging trenches all along our flanks. They won't be able to hit us the way Stannis hit you, in a double envelopment.
[Tormund stares at Jon blankly]
Jon: A pincer move.
[Tormund still stares at Jon blankly]
Jon: They won't be able to hit us from the sides.
Tormund: Good.

[Daenerys finds Jon in the Stark crypt]
Daenerys: Who's that?
Jon: Lyanna Stark.
Daenerys: My brother, Rhaegar, everyone told me he was decent and kind, he liked to sing, gave money to poor children...
[pause]
Daenerys: ...and he raped her.
Jon: He didn't... he loved her.
[Jon turns towards Daenerys]
Jon: They were married in secret. After Rhaegar fell at the Trident, she had a son. Robert would have murdered the baby if he ever found out and Lyanna knew it. So the last thing she did as she bled to death on her birthing bed, was give the boy to her brother... Ned Stark... to raise as his bastard. My name, my real name, is Aegon Targaryen.
[Daenerys gasps]
Jon: It's true, Dany. I know it is.
Daenerys: If it were true, it would make you the last male heir of House Targaryen. You'd have a claim to the Iron Throne.

Jon: Bring it through!
- And again.
- Very nice. Good.
- A lot of wildlings fight with a weapon in each hand.
- First thing you want to do is disarm them to try and even the odds.

Daenerys: We could stay a thousand years; no one would find us.
Jon: We'd be pretty old.

- She's not our queen because she's the daughter of some king we never knew.
- She's the queen we chose.
- Will you forgive me if I switch sides?
Jon: Is that a greyjoy ship?
- Pull.
- I'm trying.

Daenerys: I will fight for you. I will fight for the North. When you bend the knee.
Jon: My people... won't accept a southern ruler. Not after everything they've suffered.
Daenerys: They will if their king does. They chose you to lead them. They chose you to protect them. Isn't their survival more important than your pride?

Jon: I'm sorry. I'm so sorry.
[Jon grabs Daenerys's hand]
Jon: I wish I could take it back. I wish we'd never gone.
Daenerys: I don't. If we hadn't gone, I wouldn't have seen. You have to see it to know. Now I know. The dragons are my children. They're the only children I'll ever have. Don't you understand? We are going to destroy the Night King and his army. And we'll do it together. You have my word.
Jon: Thank you, Dany.
Daenerys: 'Dany'?
[Daenerys chuckles]
Daenerys: Who was the last person who called me that? I'm not sure. Was it my brother? Mm, not the company you want to keep.
Jon: All right. Not 'Dany'. How about 'my queen'? I'd, uh, bend the knee, but...
Daenerys: What about those who swore allegiance to you?
Jon: They'll all come to see you for what you are.
Daenerys: [grabs Jon's hand] I hope I deserve it.
Jon: You do.

Melisandre: [entering] Lord Commander.
Jon: How can I help you?
Melisandre: Come with us when we ride South. No one knows the castle as well as you do. It's hidden tunnels, it's weaknesses, it's people. Winterfell was your home once. Don't you want to chase the rats out of it?
Jon: Castle Black is my home now. The Night's Watch take no part in the wars of the Seven Kingdoms.
Melisandre: There's only one war. Life against death. Come, let me show you what you're fighting for.
Jon: You're gonna show me some vision in the fire? Forgive me, my lady... but I don't trust in visions.
Melisandre: No visions. No magic. Just life.
[bares her upper body, and his touch roams over her]
Melisandre: Do you feel my heart beating? There's power in you. You resist it, and that's your mistake. Embrace it!
[sits on his lap]
Melisandre: The Lord of Light made us male and female. Two parts of a greater whole. In our joining, there's power. Power to make life... power to make light... and power to cast shadows.
Jon: I don't think Stannis would like that very much.
Melisandre: Then we shouldn't tell him.
Jon: I can't.
Melisandre: Why?
Jon: I swore a vow. I loved another.
Melisandre: The dead don't need lovers. Only the living.
Jon: I know. But I still love her.
Melisandre: [feigns that she is about to kiss him, stands up, goes to door, turns back] You know nothing, Jon Snow.

Jon: Why do you read so much?
Tyrion: Look at me and tell me what you see.
Jon: Is this a trick?
Tyrion: What you see is a dwarf. If I had been born a peasant, they might have left me out in the woods to die. Alas, I was born a Lannister of Casterly Rock. Things are expected of me. My father was the Hand of the King for twenty years.
Jon: Until your brother killed that king.
Tyrion: Yes. Until my brother killed him. Life is full of these little ironies. My sister married the new king, and my repulsive nephew will be king after him. I must do my part for the honor of my house; wouldn't you agree? But how? Well, my brother has his sword, and I have my mind. And a mind needs books like a sword needs a whetstone. That's why I read so much, Jon Snow.

Sansa: They respect you, they really do, but you have to...
[Jon laughs]
Sansa: Why are you laughing?
Jon: What did father use to say? Everything before the word 'but' is horseshit.
Sansa: He never said that to me.

Davos: You clean up as much of the shit as you can.
Jon: I don't know how to do that. I thought I did, but... I failed.
Davos: Good. Now go fail again.

Pypar: Where have you been?
Jon: Watch duty with Sam.
Pypar: Ah, Prince Porkchop. Where is he?
Jon: He wasn't hungry.
Pypar: Impossible!
Jon: That's enough. Sam's no different from the rest of us. There was no place for him in the world, so he's come here. We're not gonna hurt him in the training yard anymore. Never again, no matter what Thorne says. He's our brother now, and we're going to protect him.
Rast: You ARE in love, Lord Snow. You girls can do as you please. But if Thorne puts me up against Lady Piggy, I'm gonna slice me off a side of bacon.

Tormund: Did you love her?
[Jon does not reply]
Tormund: She loved you.
Jon: She told you?
Tormund: No. All she ever talked about was killing you. That's how I know.

Jon: My bannermen think I'm a fool for coming here.
Tyrion: Of course they do. If I was your Hand, I would have advised against it. General rule of thumb - Stark men don't fare well when they travel south.
Jon: True... but I'm not a Stark.

- Man: No!
Jon: Tormund, the sleigh!
- Okay!

[Jon stops on the way to Castle Black. He drinks from a small pool. Suddenly he hears a noise from behind, turns around and sees Ygritte pointing an arrow at him. Jon stands]
Jon: Ygritte, you know I didn't have a choice. You always knew who I was, what I am. I have to go home now. I know you won't hurt me.
Ygritte: You know nothing, Jon Snow.
Jon: [chuckles sadly] I do know some things. I know I love you.
[Ygritte whimpers]
Jon: I know you love me. I have to go home now.
[Jon turns back to the horse. Ygritte shoots. The arrow hits Jon in the back. He falls, groans painfully. Ygritte reloads her bow. Jon struggles to his feet, approaches the horse and mounts it. Ygritte shoots again at Jon, hitting his right thigh. Jon shrieks in pain. Ygritte reloads. Jon rides away. Ygritte shoots a third arrow, hitting Jon's back. Jon shrieks in pain, but does not fall. Ygritte's eyes are filled with tears]

Jon: My lady. You weren't at the war council.
Melisandre: I'm not a soldier.
Jon: Any advice?
Melisandre: Don't lose.

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.

Night's: A letter for the lord commander.
Jon: I'm not the lord commander anymore.
[a pause. Jon takes the letter, examines the seal and opens it]
Jon: [reads the letter aloud] "To the traitor and bastard Jon Snow, You allowed thousands of wildlings past the wall, you have betrayed your own kind, you have betrayed the North. Winterfell is mine, bastard, come and see. Your brother Rickon is in my dungeon, his direwolf's skin is on my floor, come and see. I want my bride back. Send her to me, bastard, and I won't trouble you or your wildling lovers. Keep her from me and I will ride north and slaughter every wildling, man, woman and babe living under your protection. You will watch as I skin them living. You..."
[Jon stops reading]
Sansa: Go on.
Jon: [folds the letter] Just more of the same.
[Sansa snatches the letter]
Sansa: [continues reading the letter] "... you will watch as my soldiers take turns raping your sister. You will watch as my dogs devour your wild little brother. Then I will spoon your eyes from their sockets and let my dogs do the rest, come and see. Ramsay Bolton, Lord of Winterfell and warden of the North".

[the lookouts have spotted the Halfhand's scouting party]
Jon: It's Qhorin Halfhand.
Eddison: [unenthusiastically] Aye. We'll live another day. Hurrah.

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.
[pause]
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.

Jon: I swore a vow to the Night's Watch. If I don't take my own word seriously, what sort of "Lord of Winterfell" would I be?

Jon: [to Melisandre] If I do, if I fall... don't bring me back.

Jon: It appears Tyrion's assessment was correct. We're fucked.

Stannis: You have many enemies in Castle Black. Have you considered sending Alliser Thorne elsewhere? Give him command of Eastwatch-by-the-Sea.
Jon: I heard it was best to keep your enemies close.
Stannis: Whoever said that didn't have many enemies.

Jon: In normal times we wouldn't, but these aren't normal times.
- The white walkers don't care if a man's free folk or crow.
- We're all the same to them, meat for their army.
- But together, we can beat them.
- Beat the white walkers?
- Good luck with that. Run from them, maybe.

Jon: What would we have been without her? Dirty corpses marching down to King's Landing!
Sansa: [insists] Arya's the one who killed the Night King!
Jon: And men gave their lives defending Winterfell!
Sansa: [impatiently] And we'll never forget them.

Tyrion: I chose my fate. The people of King's Landing did not.
Jon: I can't justify what happened. And I won't try. But the war is over now.
Tyrion: Is it? When you heard her talking to the soldiers, did she sound like someone who's done fighting?
[gets up]
Tyrion: She liberated the people of Slavers' Bay. She liberated the people of King's Landing. And she'll go on liberating... until the people of the world are free... and she rules them all.
Jon: You've been by her side counseling her... until today?
Tyrion: Until today. Varys was right. I was wrong. It was vanity to think that I could guide her. Our Queen's nature is fire and blood.

[first lines]
Jon: [memorial service] We're here today to say goodbye to our brothers and sisters. To our fathers and mothers! To our friends. Our fellow men and women who set aside their differences... to fight together... and die... together! So that others might live. Everyone in this world... owes them a debt that can *never* be repaid. It is our duty and our honor to keep them alive in our memory... for those who come after us. And those who come after them. For as long as men draw breath! They were the shields that guarded the realms of men... And we shall never see their likes again!

Jon: How do you know it will be good?
Daenerys: Because I know what is good.

Tyrion: We are a group of people who do not like one another, as this recent demonstration has shown. We have suffered at each other's hands. We have lost people we love at each other's hands. If all we wanted was more of the same, there would be no need for this gathering. We are entirely capable of waging war against each other without meeting face-to-face.
Cersei: So instead, we should settle our differences and live together in harmony for the rest of our days?
Tyrion: We all know that will never happen.
Cersei: Then why are we here?
Jon: This isn't about living in harmony. It's just about living.

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

Daenerys: Go on.
Jon: I don't know how to ride a dragon.
Daenerys: Nobody does. Until they ride a dragon.
Jon: What if he doesn't want me to?
Daenerys: Then I did enjoy your company, Jon Snow.
Jon: Where do I hold on to?
Daenerys: Wherever you can.
[after they ride the dragons]
Jon: You completely ruined horses for me.

Jon: [allowed to mine dragonglass] So, do you believe me about the Night King and the Army of the Dead?
Daenerys: [reserves her opinion] You better get to work, Jon Snow.

Ygritte: You never killed a woman before, did you? Now you don't need to do it. Mance would take you, I know he would. There are secret ways. The crows will never catch us.
Jon: I'm as much a crow as they are.

Ygritte: We'll stay warmer if we stay close. Bet you'll freeze to death before I do. Bet your life.
[Jon lies down next to Ygritte]
Ygritte: Think they're out looking for you?
Jon: Yes.
Ygritte: Think they'll find you?
Jon: Yes.
Ygritte: You're brave. Stupid... but brave.

Tormund: They think you're some kind of god. The man who returned from the dead.
Jon: I'm not a god.
Tormund: I know that. I saw your pecker. What kind of god would have a pecker that small?

Theon: Jon. I didn't know you were here.
[Theon starts walking towards Jon]
Theon: Sansa... is she alright?
[Jon grabs Theon]
Jon: What you did for her... is the only reason I'm not killing you.

Mance: [about his execution] How will they do it? Beheading? Hanging?
Jon: They'll burn you alive.
[pause]
Mance: Bad way to go... I'll be honest with you. I don't want to die. And burned to death? I don't want people to remember me like that, scorched and screaming. But it's better than betraying everything I believe.

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?

Sansa: Jon, a raven came from the Citadel. A white raven. Winter is here.
Jon: Well, father always promised, didn't he?

- If the maesters are right, it'll be the coldest one in a thousand years.
- We should ride home and wait out the coming storms.
Jon: The war is not over.
- And I promise you, friend, the true enemy won't wait out the storm.
- He brings the storm.

Will: [to Ned, just before his execution] I know I broke my oath. I know I'm a deserter. I should've gone back to the Wall and warned them, but... I saw what I saw. I saw the White Walkers. People need to know. If you can get word to my family... tell 'em I'm no coward. Tell 'em I'm sorry.
[Ned pauses, then nods. The guards force Will onto the chopping block and Ned draws his sword]
Will: Forgive me, lord.
Eddard: In the name of Robert of the House Baratheon, the First of His Name...
Jon: [aside, to Bran] Don't look away. Father will know if you do.
Eddard: ...Lord of the Seven Kingdoms, and Protector of the Realm, I, Eddard of the House Stark, Lord of Winterfell and Warden of the North, sentence you to die.
[Ned decaptitates Will]
Jon: [to Bran] You did well.

Theon: When I was Ramsay's prisoner, Yara tried to save me. She's the only one who tried to save me.
[Theon sniffles]
Theon: She needs me now.
Jon: So, why are you still talking to me?

Jon: What's wrong with them?
- They don't like the north.

Jon: I heard it was best to keep your enemies close.
Stannis: Whoever said that didn't have many enemies.

Jon: There is only one war that matters: the Great War... and it is here.