150 Best Kit Harington Quotes

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

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: Right now, you and I and Cersei and everyone else; we're children playing at a game, screaming that the rules aren't fair.
Daenerys: [Turns to Tyrion] You told me you liked this man
Tyrion: I do
Daenerys: In the time since he's met me, he's refused to call me queen, he's refused to bow, and now he's calling me a child.
Tyrion: I believe he's calling *all* of us children. Figure of speech.

Jon: Don't think too much, bran.
- Relax your bow arm.
- Ned: And which one of you was a marksman at 10?
- Father?

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

- 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!

Jon: It's cold up here for a southern girl.
Daenerys: So keep your queen warm.

Jon: I wasn't a king.
Samwell: But you were; you've always been.

- 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.

Dane: Why didn't you guys help fight Thanos, or any war, or all the terribe things throughout history?
Sersi: We were instructed not to interfere in any human conflicts unless Deviants were involved.
Dane: By who?

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?

Declan: Fuck you man, you're such a manipulator.
Michael: I know. I'm in advertising.

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.

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.

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.

[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.

Tyrion: Love is more powerful than reason. We all know that. Look at my brother.
Jon: Love is the death of duty.

Cassia: If you ride, you have a chance at freedom.
Milo: But at what cost to you?

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

[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]

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.

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?

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

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.

Daenerys: What do you think I should do?
Jon: I would never presume to...
Daenerys: I'm at war. I'm losing, What do you think I should do?
Jon: I never thought that dragons would exist again. No one did. The people who follow you know that you made something impossible happen. Maybe that helps them believe that you can make other impossible things happen. Build a world that's different from the shit one they've always known. But if you use them...
[Jon nods towards dragons flying overhead]
Jon: ...to melt castles and burn cities, you're not different. You're just more of the same.

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?

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.

Grenn: You broke my nose, bastard!
Jon: [giving him a once-over] It's an improvement.
Grenn: [his friends grab Jon, and he puts a dagger to his throat] If we threw you over the Wall, I wonder how long it would take you to hit.
Pypar: I wonder if they'd find you before the wolves did.
Grenn: [Tyrion enters behind them] What are you looking at, half-man?
Tyrion: I'm looking at you. Yes. You've got an interesting face. Hmm, very distinctive faces. All of you.
Rast: And what do you care about our faces?
Tyrion: It's just I think they would look marvelous decorating spikes in King's Landing. Perhaps I'll write my sister, the queen, about it.
Grenn: [letting Jon go] We'll talk later, Lord Snow.
Jon: Everybody knew what this place was and no one told me. No one but you. My father knew and he left me to rot at the Wall all the same.
Tyrion: Grenn's father left him, too, outside a farmhouse when he was three. Pyp was caught stealing a wheel of cheese. His little sister hadn't eaten in three days. He was given a choice: his right hand or the Wall. I've been asking the Lord Commander about them. Fascinating stories.
Jon: They hate me because I'm better than they are.
Tyrion: It's a lucky thing none of them were trained by a master-at-arms like your Ser Rodrik. I don't imagine any of them have ever held a real sword before they came here.
[turning to leave]
Tyrion: Oh... your brother Bran.
[handing over a parchment note]
Tyrion: He's woken up.

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

Eddison: Your eyes are still brown. Is that still you in there?
Jon: I think so. Hold off on burning my body for now.
Eddison: That's funny. You sure that's still you in there?

Cassia: You could ride before you were a gladiator?
Milo: I could ride before I could walk.

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.

[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: [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.

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.

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

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

Jon: We need to fall back!

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.

- 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.

Sansa: If Ramsay wins, I am not going back there alive. Do you understand me?
Jon: I will never let him touch you again. I will protect you, I promise.
Sansa: No one can protect me. No one can protect anyone.

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.

[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.

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

[Jon, Sansa and Davos are meeting with the 10-year-old Lady of Bear Island, Lyanna Mormont, seeking her support against Ramsay Bolton]
Lyanna: House Mormont has kept faith with House Stark for a thousand years. We will not break faith today.
Jon: Thank you, my lady. How many fighting men can we expect?
Lyanna: [consults with her maester] 62.
Jon: 62?
Lyanna: We're not a large house, but we are a proud one. And every man from Bear Island fights with the strength of ten mainlanders.
Davos: [smiles] If they're half as ferocious as their lady, the Boltons are doomed.

[Jon, Sam and more of the Night's Watch look how the corpses of Othor and Jafer are being burnt]
Samwell: They were touched by White Walkers. That's why they came back. That's why their eyes turned blue. Only fire will stop them.
[everyone stare at Sam]
Jon: How do you know that?
Samwell: I read about it in a book... a very old book in Maester Aemon's library.
Jon: What else did the book say?
Samwell: The White Walkers sleep beneath the ice for thousands of years. And when they wake up...
Pypar: And when they wake up... what?
Samwell: [hesitates] I hope the Wall is high enough.
[they look at the Wall]

Gilly: [pregnant] If it's a boy, we'll want to name him Jon.
Jon: I hope it's a girl.

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

[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?

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.

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.

Jon: [as the elevator goes up] Are you cold, my lady?
Melisandre: Never. The Lord's fire lives within me, Jon Snow. Feel.
[takes his hand and holds it against his cheek]
Melisandre: Are you a virgin?
Jon: No.
Melisandre: Good.
[enigmatic smile]

Daenerys: I was born to rule the Seven Kingdoms, and I will!
Jon: You'll be ruling over a graveyard if we don't defeat the Night's King.
Tyrion: The war against my sister has already begun. You can't expect us to halt hostilities and join you in fighting... whatever you saw beyond the wall.
Davos: You don't believe him? I understand that, it sounds like nonsense. But if destiny has brought Daenerys Targaryen back to our shores, it has also made Jon Snow King in the North. You were the first to bring Dothraki to Westeros? He is the first to make allies of wildlings and Northmen. He was named Lord Commander of the Night's Watch, he was named King in the North, not because of his birthright. He HAS no birthright, he's a damn bastard! All those hard sons of bitches chose him as their leader, because they believed in him. All those things you don't believe in, he faced those things, he fought those things for the good of his people. He risked his life for his people. He took a knife in the heart for his people. He gave his own...
[Davos trails off as Jon looks at him]
Davos: If we don't put aside our enmities and band together, we will die. And then it doesn't matter whose skeleton sits on the Iron Throne.
Tyrion: If it doesn't matter, then you might as well kneel. Swear your allegiance to Queen Daenerys, help her to defeat my sister, and together, our armies will protect the North.
Jon: [irritably] There's no time for that. There's no time for any of this! While we stand here debating...
Tyrion: It takes no time to bend the knee. Pledge your sword to her cause.
Jon: [angrily] And why would I do that?
[Jon speaks to Daenerys]
Jon: I mean no offense, Your Grace, but I don't know you. As far as I can tell, your claim to the throne rests entirely on your father's name, and my own father fought to overthrow the Mad King. The lords of the North placed their trust in me to lead them, and I will continue to do so as well as I can.

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

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?

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

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.

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: I was loyal to him and to my Night's Watch vows.
Mance: All your vows?
[Jon looks down, because his vows forbade him the love of a woman]
Mance: She wasn't enough to turn you, eh? Were you enough to turn her?
Jon: She put three arrows in me when I escaped.
Mance: Did you see her again at Castle Black?
Jon: Yes.
Mance: And?
Jon: She's dead.
Mance: Your doing?
Jon: No.
[shakes his head]
Mance: We'll drink to her.

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

Daenerys: I haven't given you permission to leave.
Jon: With respect, Your Grace, I don't need your permission. I am a king. Now I came here, knowing that you could have your men behead me or your dragons burn me alive. I put must trust in you. A stranger. Because I knew it was the best chance for my people. For ALL our people. Now I'm asking you to trust in a stranger because it's our best chance.

[Jaime finds Jon at the blacksmith's forge, examining Arya's sword]
Jaime: A sword for the Wall?
Jon: I already have one.
Jaime: Good man. Have you swung it yet?
Jon: Of course I have.
Jaime: At someone, I mean.
[Jon does not answer]
Jaime: It's a strange thing, first time you cut a man. You realize we're nothing but sacks of meat and blood, and some bone to keep it all standing.
[pause]
Jaime: Let me thank you ahead of time for guarding us all from the perils beyond the Wall. Wildlings and white walkers and whatnot. We're grateful to have good, strong men like you protecting us.
Jon: We've guarded the Kingdoms for eight thousand years.
Jaime: Is it "we" already? Have you taken your vows, then?
Jon: Soon enough.
Jaime: Give my regards to the Night's Watch. I'm sure it will be thrilling to serve in such an elite force. And if not...
[Jaime smiles and shrugs]
Jaime: ...it's only for life.

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

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.

Tyrion: At some point, I want to hear how a Night's Watch recruit became King in the North.
Jon: As long as you tell me how a Lannister became Hand to Daenerys Targaryen.
Tyrion: A long and bloody tale. To be honest, I was drunk for most of it.

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.

Milo: This isn't a battle. This is a massacre.
Atticus: How do you know?
Milo: Because I was there.

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.

- I obey my queen's commands, not yours.
Jon: And what are the queen's commands?
- "Kill all who follow
- Cersei Lannister."
- These are free men.
- They chose to fight for her.
Davos: Easy, men. Easy! Easy.

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.

Atticus: What is your name? We will have to speak at some point.
Milo: No, we don't. What we have to do is kill each other at some point. So my name's my own, I have no interest in learning yours.

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?

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

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.

Paula: She
[Jane]
Paula: just paints, writes poetry and listens to the radio and tends to her indoor plants.
Michael: She sounds brilliant.
Paula: She kind of is.

Jeor: Honor made you leave, and honor brought you back.
Jon: My friends brought me back.
Jeor: I didn't say it was *your* honor.

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

Paula: She
[Jane]
Paula: smokes grass.
Michael: No way!
Paula: Yeah.
Michael: She sounds a little like my brother without all the painting, poetry or any of the creativity at all.
Paula: Really? Bit of a stoner?
Michael: He's like Snoop Dogg and all of Seth Rogen's performances in all of his movies rolled into one... big joint.
Paula: I'd definitely like to meet him.
Michael: Yeah, I don't know if you'd get along. Your mum might though.

Jon: Ygritte, you won't win. I know your people are brave, no one denies that.
Ygritte: You know nothing, Jon...
Jon: Six times in last thousand years a King Beyond the Wall has attacked the Kingdoms. Six times they failed.
Ygritte: And how do you know that?
Jon: Every boy in the North knows it. We grow up learning it. Where the battles were fought. The names of the heroes. Who died where. Six times you've invaded and six times you've failed. The seventh will be the same.
Ygritte: Mance is different.
Jon: You don't have the discipline. You don't have the training. Your army is no army. You don't know how to fight together.
Ygritte: You don't know that.
Jon: I do. I know it. If you attack the Wall, you'll die. All of you.
Ygritte: All of us. You're mine as I'm yours. If we die, we die. But first, we'll live.
Jon: Yes, first we'll live.

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

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.

[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]

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?

Mance: One of our giants went into your tunnel and never came out again. Mag the Mighty.
Jon: He's dead. He killed my friend, Grenn.
Mance: He was their king. The last of a blood line that stretches back before the First Men.
Jon: Grenn came from a farm.
Mance: [raises cup for a toast] Mag and Grenn.
Jon: [raises cup in response] Grenn and Mag.
[they drink]

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.

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.

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

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?

Davos: [talking about Daenerys] What do you think of her?
Jon: Who?
Davos: I believe you know of whom I speak.
Jon: I think she has a good heart.
Davos: A good heart? I've noticed you staring at her 'good heart'.

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?

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?

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.

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, 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.

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.

Garda: I've heard a lot of excuses today, but that really is quite touching.
Michael: Right?
Garda: *No.* It's the most *stupid*thing I've ever heard.

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

[Jon and Mance come upon Ygritte and Tormund, who are watching Orell's eagle as Orell himself sits on the ground in a trance]
Tormund: Shouldn't be long now.
Jon: What's wrong with him?
Mance: He's a warg. He can enter the mind of animals, see through their eyes. He's scouting for us.
Ygritte: [to Jon] What, you've never met a warg?
Mance: Orell!
[Orell wakes from his trance]
Mance: Where were you this time?
Orell: The Fist of the First Men.
Mance: What did you see?
[Orell looks at Jon and chuckles humorlessly]
Orell: Dead crows.

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

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.

Jon: The Night King is coming.
Daenerys: The dead are already here.

Tormund: How many queens are there now?
Jon: Two.
Tormund: And you need to convince the one with the dragons or the one who fucks her brother?
Jon: Both.

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

- Soon. He will come back to you.
- He'd better.
- What happened?
- Many things.
- "Many things"?
Jon: Your grace.
- It's all right.

Jon: If I don't return, at least you won't have to deal with the King in the North anymore.
Daenerys: I've grown used to him.

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.
[pause]
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.

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: 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?

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.

Atticus: It is the gods. They have a plan for us all.
Milo: Perhaps. I saw the man who killed my family. Perhaps the gods spared me for a reason.

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

[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]

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.

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.

Declan: If you don't have her phone number, how are you gonna do some sexting?
Michael: I don't want to do some sexting. She's a modern woman.
Declan: Isn't that the whole point of having a mobile phone though?

Jon: Your family hasn't seen its end. You're still here.
Daenerys: I can't have children.
Jon: Who told you that?
Daenerys: The witch who murdered my husband.
Jon: Has it occurred to you she might not have been a reliable source of information?

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: [to Ramsay] Thousands of men don't need to die. Only one of us. Let's end this the old way. You against me.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

Milo: Why did you save my life?
Atticus: No gladiator should die from a blade to the back. When you die it should be to the front and it will come from my hand.
Milo: Well, I can make you a better promise: When you die, it will be quick and it will come from my hand.

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.

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.

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

Milo: [as he leaves Corvus to burn] My gods are coming for you

Milo: You trust them to keep their word?
Atticus: I trust the law.

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: Lord Janos, I'm giving you command of Greyguard.
Janos: Greyguard is a ruin.
Jon: Yes, the Fort is in a sorry state, restore it as best you can. First Builder Yarwick can spare 10...
Janos: [interrupting] I was charged with the defence of King's Landing when you were still soiling your swaddling clothes. Keep your ruin!
[other Night's Watch members jeer at Janos]
Samwell: Alright, alright! That's enough of that!
[jeering stops]
Jon: You mistake me, my lord. That was a command, not an offer. Pack your arms and armour, say your farewells, and ride for Greyguard.
Janos: [stands, scowling] I will not go off to meekly freeze and die. Give it to one of the fools who cast a stone for you! I will not have it! Do you hear me, boy? I will not have it!
Jon: Are you refusing to obey my order?
[long, tense silence]
Janos: You can take your order, and stick it up your bastard ass!
[shocked murmurs from the Night's Watch]
Jon: [coldly] Take Lord Janos outside. Olly, bring me my sword.
[the Night's Watch begin filing out of the mess hall into the courtyard. Two men grab Slynt and drag him outside]
Janos: [struggling to escape] You cannot do this! Get your hands off me! Stop, all of you! If the boy thinks he can frighten me, he's mistaken, yes, very mistaken! Disgrace! I have friends in the Capital, you'll see!
[Slynt is forced to kneel onto a chopping block. Jon steps onto the gallows, and unsheathes Longclaw]
Jon: If you have any last words, my lord, now's the time.
Janos: [terrified] I was wrong! You're the Lord Commander, we all serve you! I'm sorry, not only for this, but for all I've done and said! I was wrong!
[Jon raises Longclaw to behead Slynt]
Janos: My lord, please! Mercy, mercy!
[Jon hesitates]
Janos: I'll go, I will!
[Slynt starts weeping]
Janos: Please, I'm afraid! I've always been afraid!
[Slynt breaks down sobbing. Jon glares angrily, then beheads Slynt]

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]

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.

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.

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

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.

[Orell returns from scouting a nearby hut]
Orell: Only one old man and eight good horses.
Tormund: [to Jon] What's one old man doing with eight horses?
Jon: He breeds them for the Watch.
Ygritte: How does he keep folks from stealing 'em?
Jon: The Watch protects him.
Orell: Not today, they don't. He's selling horses. He's got some gold in there.
Tormund: And proper steel.
Orell: Let's carve him up.
Jon: We just take the horses and go. The old man's no threat.
Orell: [to Tormund] I keep telling you.
Ygritte: He's an old man. A spear through the heart's a better way to die than coughing up your last with no one but your horses to hear.
Jon: The Watch might send a few men looking for a horse thief. They'll send a lot more to hunt down murderers.
Tormund: I hope so. Killing crows in their castle is tough. Killing them out here in the open, that's what we do.

Gilly: I'm going to have a baby. If it's a boy...
Jon: If it's a boy, what?
[no answer]
Jon: You want us to risk our lives for you, and you won't even tell us why?
[Gilly runs off]
Samwell: Why'd you do that?
Jon: Do what? Ask her a question?
Samwell: You were cruel.
Jon: Cruel? Sam, are you in such a hurry to lose a hand?
Samwell: I didn't touch her!
Jon: No, you just wanna steal her! What do you think Craster cuts off for that?
Samwell: I can't steal her. She's a person, not a goat.

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

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.

[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]

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.

[last lines]
Milo: [to Cassia as lava approaches] Don't look. Look at me. Just me.

Beric: Here we all are... at the edge of the world, at the same moment, heading in the same direction for the same reason.
Davos: Our reasons aren't your reasons.
Beric: It doesn't matter what we think our reasons are. There's a greater purpose at work. And we serve it together, whether we know it or not. We may take the steps, but the Lord of Light...
Sandor: For fuck's sake, will you shut your hole?
Sandor: [to Jon] Are we coming with you or not?
Jorah: Don't you want to know what we're doing?
Thoros: Is it worse than sitting in a freezing cell, waiting to die?
Jon: He's right. We're all on the same side.
Gendry: How can we be?
Jon: We're all breathing.

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.

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

Jon: Have you ever been beyond the Wall, sir?
Janos: I commanded the City Watch of King's Landing, boy.
Jon: And now you're here. Must not have been very good at your job.