100 Best Sophie Turner Quotes

Tyrion: The last time we spoke was at Joffrey's wedding. Miserable affair.
Sansa: It had its moments.

Joffrey: I'll tell you what. I'm going to give you a present. After I raise my armies, and kill your traitor brother, I'll give you his head as well.
Sansa: Or maybe he'll give me yours.

Sansa: [about Margaery] We have a new queen.
Tyrion: Better her than you.

Jean: I came here looking for answers.
Erik: You didn't come here looking for answers. You came here looking for permission.

Sansa: [to Jon Snow] You're the son of the last true Warden of the North. Northern families are loyal. They'll fight for you if you ask.
[grabs his hand]
Sansa: A monster has taken our home and our brother. We have to go back to Winterfell and save them both.

Tyrion: [down in the crypt, while the battle rages outside] If I had been up there...
Sansa: You'd die.

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

Vuk: Your emotions make you weak.
Jean: You're wrong. My emotions make me strong.

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

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

Vuk: [creates a hologram] What entered you in space was not a solar flare. And it was not an accident. It was drawn to you.
Jean: What... what was it?
Vuk: A pure and unimaginably powerful cosmic force. We saw it enter you in space. We were there, Jean, following that force.
Jean: Why?
Vuk: Because it's the spark that gave life to the universe... and the flame that consumed my world. What remains of my people searched the stars for that power, to control it, but it destroyed everything it ever came into contact with. Until you.
Jean: Why me?
Vuk: Because you're stronger than you know. Because you're special, Jean. With my help, you could control what's inside you. Harness that power to create whole new worlds... turn dust into water... water into life. It's your destiny, Jean, to become something greater... to evolve into the greatest force in the galaxy. I told you they could never understand you. And what they don't understand, they fear. And what they fear...
Jean: ...they seek to destroy.

[deleted scene]
Jean: We used to think the Earth was the center of our solar system. It was only a few hundred years ago that we found out that the sun was the center. In the grand scheme of the galaxy, there's still so much we don't know about our place in it, and what may lay beyond. Which is why we need to keep learning. Because even though it feels like we're at the end, it's only the beginning.

Sansa: That's a wonderful pin.
Loras: It's more of a brooch really.
[Loras thinks about it]
Loras: Well, I suppose a brooch is a sort of pin, so...

Sansa: So, how should we punish them?
Tyrion: Who? Whom?
Sansa: Ser Eldrick Sarsfield and Lord Desmond Crakehall.
Tyrion: Ah. I could speak to Lord Varys and learn their perversions. Anyone named Desmond Crakehall must be a pervert.
Sansa: I hear that you're a pervert.
Tyrion: I am the Imp; I have certain standards to maintain.

Sansa: [to Littlefinger] You can't protect me. You won't even be able to protect yourself if I tell Brienne to cut you down.

Sansa: [to Littlefinger] Did you know about Ramsay? If you didn't know, you're an idiot. If you did know, you're my enemy.

[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]

Sansa: [bumping into Ser Ilyn] Why won't he speak to me?
Sandor: He hasn't been very talkative these last 20 years. Since the Mad King had his tongue ripped out with hot pincers.
Joffrey: He speaks damn well with his sword, though. Ser Ilyn Payne, the King's Justice. The royal executioner.
[seeing her look]
Joffrey: What is it, sweet lady? Does the Hound frighten you? Away with you, dog. You're scaring my lady.

Old: I will bring you a bowl of hot water. You must want to wash.
Sansa: Thank you.
Old: Welcome home, Lady Sansa.
[adding: ]
Old: The North remembers.

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

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

Sansa: [about being raped by Ramsay] I can still feel it. I don't mean in my tender heart what he did still pains me so. I can still feel what he did, in my body.

Brienne: [about Arya] I saw her. With a man. I don't think he hurt her. She didn't want to leave him, he didn't want to leave her.
Sansa: You don't know which way she went?
Brienne: I spent three days looking for her. She disappeared.
Sansa: How did she look?
Brienne: She looked good. She wasn't exactly dressed like a lady.
Sansa: No, she wouldn't be.

Sansa: When the snows fall, and the white winds blow, the lone wolf dies, but the pack survives

Petyr: Why aren't you happy? What do you want that you do not have?
Sansa: At the moment, peace and quiet. No need to seize the last word, Lord Baelish. I'll assume it was something clever.

Sansa: [to Ramsay, after he threw Rickon's wolf's head onto the ground] You're going to die tomorrow, Lord Bolton.
[looks at him disdainfully]
Sansa: Sleep well.
[pulls back on the reins of her horse, turns around, rides off]
Ramsay: [to Jon Snow] She's a fine woman, your sister. I look forward to having her back in my bed.
[to: ]
Ramsay: All of you are fine-looking men. My dogs are desperate to meet you.
[chuckles]
Ramsay: I haven't fed them in seven days. They're ravenous. I wonder which part of you they'll go for first? Your eyes? Your balls?

Sansa: Theon, wait!
Theon: Not Theon, my lady. Reek.
Sansa: [sobbing] Help me...!
[gets up]
Theon: [slowly comes nearer] You're his wife now.
Sansa: Theon...
Theon: Do what he says. Do what he says, or he'll hurt you.
Sansa: [shakes her head] He already hurts me every night. All day I'm locked in this room, and every night he comes... It can't be any worse.
Theon: It can. It can always be worse.
Sansa: [stands up, comes nearer] What did he do to you?
Theon: [retreats] No, please!
Sansa: You betrayed my family!
Theon: I'm sorry, I'm sorry!
[sobs]
Sansa: You have to help me! Theon, help me!
Theon: He'll see us. You don't know him.
[sobs]
Sansa: My family's not without friends in the North. All I need to do is give a signal, and they'll rescue me. Climb to the top of the broken tower...
[hands over candle]
Sansa: light this candle, and put it in the window. Promise me, Theon.
Theon: My name is Reek!
[sobs]
Theon: My name is Reek...
Sansa: Your name is Theon Greyjoy. Last surviving son of Balon Greyjoy, Lord of the Iron Islands. Do you hear me?

Scott: [on Weapon X] Is that an animal?
Jean: No... it's a man.

Sansa: [to Ramsay] Your words will disappear. Your house will disappear. Your name will disappear. All memory of you will disappear.

Sansa: [passing the Hound] I beg pardon, ser. I should have come to you after... to thank you for saving me. You were so brave.
Sandor: Brave? A dog doesn't need courage to chase off rats.
Sansa: [voice trembling] Does it give you joy to scare people?
Sandor: No, it gives me joy to kill people. Spare me. You can't tell me Lord Eddard Stark of Winterfell never killed a man.
Sansa: It was his duty. He never liked it.
Sandor: Is that what he told you? He lied. Killing is the sweetest thing there is.
Sansa: Why are you always so hateful?
Sandor: You'll be glad of the hateful things I do someday when you're Queen and I'm all that stands between you and your beloved King.

Jean: [wakes up from a nightmare] I saw the end of the world. I could feel all this death...
Charles: Jean, it was just a dream.

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

Cersei: [slightly drunk] When we were young, Jaime and I, we were so much alike, even our father couldn't tell us apart. I could never understand why they treated us differently. Jaime was taught to fight with sword and lance and mace, and I was taught to smile and sing and please. He was heir to Casterly Rock, and I was sold to some stranger like a horse to be ridden whenever he desired.
Sansa: You were Robert's Queen.
Cersei: And you will be Joffrey's. Enjoy.

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

[Brienne and Pod encounter Littlefinger and Sansa. Littlefinger's guards block Brienne's way]
Brienne: Lord Baelish. Lady Sansa. My name is Brienne of Tarth.
Petyr: We've met, with Renly Baratheon. What did he say about you? He said your loyalty came free of charge.
[Brienne nods]
Petyr: [smirks] Someone appears to have paid quite a bit for it since then.
[the guards look at Littlefinger. He motions them to let Brienne approach. Brienne kneels down before Sansa]
Brienne: Lady Sansa. Before your mother's death, I was her sworn sword. I gave my word I will find you and protect you. I will shield your back and keep your counsel, and give my life for you if needs be. I swear it by the old gods and the new.
Petyr: Please, Lady Brienne. No need for such formality.
[Littlefinger stands, and so does Brienne]
Petyr: You were Catelyn Stark's sworn sword?
Brienne: I was.
Petyr: Strange. I knew Cat since the time we were children. She never mentioned you.
Brienne: It was after Renly's murder.
Petyr: Ah, yes. You were accused of killing him.
Brienne: [sharply] I tried to save him.
Petyr: But you were accused.
Brienne: By men who did not see what happened.
Petyr: And what did happen?
[Brienne heistates before answering, knowing full well that the explanation sounds insane]
Brienne: He was murdered by a shadow. A shadow with the face of Stannis Baratheon.
Petyr: [sneers] A shadow? With a face?
[Littlefinger turns to Sansa]
Petyr: This woman swore to protect Renly, she failed. She swore to protect your mother, she failed. Why would I want somebody with your history of failure guarding Lady Sansa?
Brienne: Why would YOU have any saying in her affairs?
Petyr: Because I am her uncle. I married her Aunt Lysa shortly before my beloved's untimely death. We're family now. And you are an outsider. Forgive me, Lady Brienne. But experience has made me wary of outsiders.
Brienne: Lady Sansa... if we can have a word alone...
Sansa: No.
Brienne: Please, my Lady, if I can explain...
Sansa: [interrupts] I saw you at Joffrey's wedding... bowing to the king.
Brienne: [shakes her head] Neither of us wanted to be there. Sometimes we don't have a choice.
Sansa: And sometimes we do.
[pause]
Sansa: You should leave.
Petyr: We don't want our new friend wandering the countryside alone. The roads in these parts aren't safe.
[Brienne looks at Littlefinger disdainfully]
Petyr: Why don't you stay?
[Brienne turns to Sansa. Sansa gives her an imploring look, implying that she is in danger and must leave. Brienne walks away, knocking the guards who try to stop her]

Sansa: Now, I'm sure cutting off heads must be very satisfying, but it's not the way to get people to work together.

Petyr: Lady Sansa, I have known you since you were a girl. I've protected you...
Sansa: Protected me? By selling me to the Boltons?
Petyr: If we could speak alone... I can explain everything.
Sansa: Sometimes when I'm trying to understand a person's motives, I play a little game... I assume the worst. What's the worst reason you'd have for turning me against my sister? That's what you do, isn't it, that's what you've always done - you turn family against family, you turn sister against sister; that's what you did to our mother and Aunt Lysa, and that's what you tried to do to us. I'm a slow learner... it's true. But I learn.

Sansa: [offered a canteen of wine] I probably shouldn't have any more. Father only lets us have one cup at feasts.
Joffrey: My princess can drink as much as she wants.

Sansa: Will they let me invite my family?
Shae: They didn't ask my opinion.
Sansa: But do you think they will?
Shae: No.

Petyr: So many men, they risk so little. They spend their whole lives avoiding danger, and then they die. I'd risk everything to get what I want.
Sansa: And what do you want?
[pause]
Petyr: Everything.

[Sansa is reluctantly undressing to have sex with Tyrion]
Tyrion: Stop. I can't. I could, I won't.
Sansa: But your father...
Tyrion: If my father wants someone to get fucked, I know where he can start... I won't share your bed. Not until you want me to.
Sansa: What if I never want you to?
[pause]
Tyrion: [raises his cup] And so my watch begins.
[Tyrion takes a sip of his wine and passes out on a chaise longue]

Eddard: [gift to his daughter] This is for you, love.
[Sansa unwraps doll]
Eddard: The same doll-maker makes all of Princess Myrcella's toys.
[Sansa is less than thrilled]
Eddard: Don't you like it?
Sansa: I haven't played with dolls since I was eight.
[rises]
Sansa: May I be excused?
Septa: But you haven't eaten a thing.
Eddard: It's all right. Go on.
[as: ]
Eddard: War was easier than daughters.

Myranda: [washes Sansa's hair] You're so beautiful... but you need to keep him happy. Ramsay gets bored easily. You don't want to end up like... Well... like the others.
Sansa: What others?
Myranda: I shouldn"t gossip.
[as the black dye washes out]
Myranda: Ah, it's good to see the red again. No point in hiding anymore.
Sansa: What others?
Myranda: Let's see, there was... Kyra, the blacksmith's daughter. She was tall like you, lovely figure. But... she talked and talked and talked, and... Ramsay grew tired of that. Then there was Violet. She had gorgeous blonde hair. But
[little scoff]
Myranda: she got pregnant. And, well, that was boring. Then... Tansy. Such a sweet girl. Of course... sweet girls get a bit... dull after a while, don't they? Ramsay let me come with him on that hunt.
Sansa: Hunt?
Myranda: Mm. Have you ever seen a body... after the dogs had been at it? Not so pretty.
[chuckles]
Myranda: But, well, it's your wedding day. Why am I talking about such things?
[continues washing Sansa's back]
Sansa: What was your name again?
Myranda: Myranda.
Sansa: And how long have you loved him, Myranda?
[no answer]
Sansa: Did you imagine that he would be with you forever, is that it? And I came along and ruined it. I'm Sansa Stark of Winterfell. This is my home... and you can't frighten me.
Myranda: Are you done with your bath... my lady?
Sansa: Go. I can finish on my own.

- What we decide today will reverberate through the annals of history.
- I stand before you as one of the senior lords in the country.
- A veteran of two wars.
- And I like to think my experience has led to some small skill in statecraft and under...
Sansa: Uncle?
- Please sit.

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?

Sansa: I wish there 'd been another way.
- Can you forgive me?
- The north is free, thanks to you.
- But they lost their king.
- Ned stark's daughter will speak for them.
- She's the best they could ask for.

Sansa: The men in my family don't do well in the capital.

Sansa: If I'm going to die, let it happen while there is still some of me left.

Tyrion: My lady, people have been laughing at me far longer than they've been laughing at you. I'm the Half-Man, the Demon-Monkey, the Imp.
Sansa: You're a Lannister. I am the disgraced daughter of the traitor, Ned Stark.
Tyrion: The disgraced daughter and the demon monkey. We're perfect for each other.

Jon: The North is free, thanks to you.
Sansa: But they lost their King.
Jon: Ned Stark's daughter will speak for them. She's the best they can get.

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.

Septa: Do you remember your lessons? Who built the Iron Throne?
Sansa: Aegon the Conqueror.
Septa: And who built the Red Keep?
Sansa: Maegor the Cruel.
Septa: And how many years did it take to build...
Sansa: My grandfather and uncle were murdered here, weren't they?
Septa: They were killed on the orders of King Aerys, yes.
Sansa: The Mad King.
Septa: Commonly known as the Mad King.
Sansa: Why were they killed?
Septa: You should speak to your father about these matters.
Sansa: I don't want to speak to my father. Ever.
Septa: Sansa, you will find it in your heart to forgive your father.
Sansa: No, I won't.

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

Sansa: [as the wind howls outside, there was a knock on her door, she opens] What do you want?
Myranda: Lord Ramsay sent me to draw your bath, my lady. You do want to be clean and fresh for your new husband, don't you?

Robin: Let's put a Moon Door in your Winterfell.
Sansa: All right.
Robin: It can go in here in this big tower.
[Robin points at one of the towers of the snow castle, and carelessly ruins it]
Sansa: Careful! You've ruined it. Now I'm going to have to rebuild the whole thing.
[Sansa and Robin stand up]
Robin: I didn't ruin it.
Sansa: You did.
Robin: [raises his voice] It was already ruined because it didn't have a Moon Door. I was fixing it.
Sansa: Knocking things down isn't fixing them. It's ruining them.
Robin: I didn't ruin it!
Sansa: You're being stupid.
Robin: [waves his hands] I didn't ruin it!
[grunting, Robin kicks at the snow castle furiously, causing a lot of damage. Sansa, angry at Robin's vandalism, slaps him. He looks at her astonishingly, for no one has ever hit him before. Whimpering, he runs inside. Sansa regrets slapping him]
Sansa: Robin, I'm sorry, I...
Petyr: [amused] Children.
[Sansa turns around and sees Littlefinger coming down the stairs to the yard]
Sansa: [regretfully] I hit him.
Petyr: Yes, I saw.
Sansa: I shouldn't have done that.
Petyr: [smiles] No, his mother should have a long time ago. Consider it a step in the right direction.
Sansa: If he tells aunt Lysa...
Petyr: Let me worry about aunt Lysa.

Sansa: [talking about Joffrey] I don't want someone brave and gentle and strong. I want him.

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".

Margaery: Lady Sansa, it is an honor to present my grandmother, the Lady Olenna of House Tyrell.
Olenna: Kiss me, child.
[Olenna extends her hand, and Sansa kisses it]
Olenna: It's so good of you to visit me and my foolish flock of hens. We're very sorry for your losses.
Sansa: And I was sorry when I heard of Lord Renly's death, Lady Margaery. He was very gallant.
Olenna: Gallant, yes, and charming and very clean. He knew how to dress and smile, and somehow this gave him the notion he was fit to be king.
Margaery: Renly was brave and gentle, Grandmother. Father liked him, and so did Loras.
Olenna: Loras is young and very good at knocking men off horses with a stick. That does NOT make him wise. As for your fathead father...
Margaery: Grandmother! What will Sansa think of us?
Olenna: She might think we have some wits about us. One of us, at any rate.
[Olenna looks at Sansa]
Olenna: It was treason. I warned them. Robert has two sons and Renly has an older brother. How can he possibly have any claim to that ugly iron chair? We should have stayed well out of all this, if you ask me. But once the cow's been milked, there's no squirting the cream back up her udder, so here we are to see things through. What do you say to that, Sansa?
[Sansa does not know what to say]

Sansa: Back then I only thought about what I wanted, never about what I had. I was a stupid girl.

Tyrion: I apologize for my nephew's behaviour. Tell me the truth, do you want to end this engagement?
Sansa: I am loyal to King Joffrey, my one true love.
Tyrion: Lady Stark, you may survive us yet.

Sansa: We could sheep shift Lord Desmond's bed. You cut a little hole in his mattress and you stuff sheep dung inside. Then you sew up the hole and make his bed again. His room will stink, but he won't know where it's coming from.
Tyrion: Lady Sansa!
Sansa: My sister used to do that when she was angry with me. And she was always angry with me.
[chuckles]
Tyrion: Why 'sheep shift?'
Sansa: That's the vulgar word for 'dung!'
[Tyrion realizes what Sansa means]
Tyrion: My lady...
Sansa: Well, you asked me...

Sansa: The North will remain an independent kingdom, as it was for thousands of years.

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

Sansa: [Busy with embroidery when there's knock on door] Yes?
Petyr: [enters] First time I saw you, you were just a child. A girl from the North come to the capital for the first time. You're not a child any longer.
[she doesn't look up]
Petyr: Why did you help me?
Sansa: They would have thrown you through the Moon Door if they found you guilty.
Petyr: That's not an answer.
Sansa: [stops her needlework] If they'd have executed you, what would they have done to me?
Petyr: I don't know.
Sansa: Neither do I.
Petyr: Better to gamble on the man you know than the strangers you don't?
[no answer]
Petyr: And do you think you know me?
Sansa: I know what you want.
Petyr: Do you?

Sansa: You want us to use you as bait?
- We're not leaving you alone out there.
- He won't be. I'll stay with him.
- With the ironborn.
- I took this castle from you.
- Let me defend you now.

Tyrion: [drunk] Amazingly long.
Sansa: What?
Tyrion: Neck. You have one. How old are you exactly?
Sansa: Fourteen.
Tyrion: [shakes his head] Well, talk won't make you any older. My Lord Father has commanded me to consummate this marriage.

Myrcella: When will Joffrey and Sansa be married?
Cersei: Soon, darling, when the war is over.
Myrcella: [to preoccupied Sansa] Mother says I'll have a new gown for the ceremony, and another for the feast. But yours will be ivory... since you're the bride.
[Sansa does not answer]
Cersei: The princess just spoke to you.
Sansa: Pardon, Your Grace. I'm sure your dress will be beautiful, Myrcella. I'm counting the days till the fighting is done and I can pledge my love to Joffrey in sight of the gods.
Tommen: Is Joffrey going to kill Sansa's brother?
Cersei: He might. Would you like that?
Tommen: I don't think so.
Cersei: Even if he does, Sansa will do her duty. Won't you, little dove?

Jean: Sorry to break it to you but you're not the biggest freak in this school.
Scott: Well, that's a first.

[Jean stops her rampage after seeing into Charles' mind]
Professor: I knew. I knew you were still in there.
Vuk: He just showed you your past. Follow me... into your future.
Jean: No. I never asked for this, any of it.
Vuk: I traveled to the stars for a gift that you don't want.
Jean: Then take it, please. Free me.
Vuk: I'll try.
[absorbs Jean's power]
Professor: Stop it. You're going to kill her!
Vuk: Your lives mean nothing. Your world will be ours.
Professor: You'd kill us all.
Vuk: [smiles] Yes.

Sansa: [to Littlefinger] You freed me from the monsters who murdered my family, and you gave me to other monsters who murdered my family.

Jean: I don't know what's happening to me. When I lose control, things happen, bad things to people I love.

Ramsay: My hounds will never harm me.
Sansa: You haven't fed them in seven days. You said it yourself.
Ramsay: They're loyal beasts.
Sansa: They were. Now they're starving.
Ramsay: Sit. Down. Down!

Sansa: [re all her exes] You were the best of them.
Tyrion: What a terrifying thought.

Jubilee: [walking out of Return of the Jedi] I'm just saying Empire is still the best. It's the most complex, the most sophisticated. Wasn't afraid to have a dark ending.
Scott: Yeah but come on, if it wasn't for the first one you wouldn't have any of the rest of the movies.
Jean: Well, at least we can all agree the third one's always the worst.

[at the yard of the Eyrie, Sansa builds a snow model of Winterfell. She sees her cousin Robin approaches]
Sansa: Hello, Robin.
Robin: What are you doing?
Sansa: I'm building my home, Winterfell. At least I think I am. I haven't been back there in a long time.
[Robin kneels in the snow near Sansa]
Robin: Why did you leave?
Sansa: [smiles] It's a long story.
Robin: [boasts] I stay here in the Eyrie. Mother says it's dangerous on the roads and I have to keep myself safe because I'm the Lord of the Vale, and the Lord of the Vale is a very important person.
Sansa: [amused] Yes, you certainly are.
Robin: When will you go back?
Sansa: [glumly] Probably never. My family doesn't live there anymore... and someone burned it down.
[Robin bends forward, looking closely at the snow castle]
Robin: Oh. Does Winterfell have a Moon Door?
Sansa: No, I'm afraid not. It's not high up in the mountains. It's down on the ground.
Robin: That sounds dangerous!
[Sansa chuckles]
Robin: How do you make people fly?
Sansa: We don't.
Robin: What do you do with all the bad people and the scary people and the people you don't like?
Sansa: I never did anything with them at all. Girls didn't take part in that where I came from.
Robin: Well, I'm Lord of the Vale. When I grow up, I'll be able to fly anybody who bothers me. Or you. When we get married, you can tell me if you don't like somebody and then we can bring them back here and, whoosh! Right through the Moon Door.
[Sansa is not thrilled about the idea of marrying Robin, but is amused at his bragging]
Sansa: I like the sound of that.

Scott: [mourning Alex] It should have been me... he was the one going to do something with his life.
Jean: That's not how he felt. He felt you were the one that's gonna do something special with your life. That you were gonna make the difference in the world. Maybe even change it.
Scott: How do you know what he felt?
Jean: I know what everybody feels.

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.

- And one other suggestion, if you'll allow me.
- Royce: The moment we can get the last infantryman out onto the field, we should shut the gates.
Sansa: Keep them open for as long as you can.
- There are still people coming in from the countryside.
- Lady sansa, I was hoping we could speak alone.

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.

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

Sansa: [to Theon] If I could do what Ramsay did to you, right here, right now, I would.

Sansa: [re Winterfell supplies] I did not account for Dothraki, Unsullied and two full-grown dragons. What do dragons eat, anyway?
Daenerys: Whatever they want.

Sansa: [to Jon, about Daenerys] Did you bend the knee to save the North or because you love her?

Petyr: I'm the Lord Protector of the Vale, and I command you to escort me safely back to the Eyrie.
Yohn: I think not.
Petyr: [gets on his knees] Sansa, I beg you! I loved your mother since the time I was a boy.
Sansa: And yet, you betrayed her.
Petyr: I loved you. More than anyone.
Sansa: And yet, you betrayed me. When you brought me back to Winterfell, you told me there is no justice in the world not unless we make it. Thank you for all your many lessons, Lord Baelish. I will never forget them.
Petyr: Sansa!
[Arya cuts Littlefinger's throat with his dagger]

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

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

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

Petyr: Sometimes when I try to understand a person's motives, I play a little game. I assume the worst. What's the worst reason they could possibly have for saying what they say and doing what they do? Then I ask myself, 'How well does that reason explain what they say and what they do?'. So, tell me- what's the worst thing she could want?
Sansa: She could want me dead because she thinks I wronged my family.
Petyr: Why did she come to Winterfell?
Sansa: To kill me for marrying our enemies and betraying my family
Petyr: Why did she unearth the letter Cersei made you write?
Sansa: To provide proof of my betrayals. To provide justification after she murders me.
Petyr: And after she murders you, what does she become?
Sansa: Lady of Winterfell.

Sansa: You have to be smarter than Father. You need to be smarter than Robb. I loved them, I miss them, but they made stupid mistakes, and they both lost their heads for it.

Sansa: She could have made you happy... If only for a little while.
Sandor: There's only one thing that would make me happy.

Erik: Whose blood is that?
Jean: What?
Erik: On your shirt. Whose blood is it? Look, I'm not Charles. I can't read your mind.
Jean: You hurt people.
Erik: It's been a while.
Jean: But you did.
Erik: Yes. Yes, I did. What about it?
Jean: How did you stop?
Erik: I've lived with vengeance my whole life. Ever since I was a child, I... lost everyone I ever loved, so... I hurt people. Yes, killed people. Killed whatever I thought would make the pain go away. It didn't, no matter how many souls I sent under. So I stopped.
Jean: I don't know how to stop. I don't know what's happening to me. When I lose control... things happen, bad things... to people I love.
Erik: Whose blood is that? Isn't that why you came here? What do you think I can do for you?
Jean: I don't know.
Erik: Yes, you do. Whose blood is that?

Sansa: What do you want?
Petyr: I thought you knew what I wanted.
Sansa: I was wrong.
Petyr: No. You weren't. Every time I'm faced with a decision I close my eyes and see the same picture. Whenever I consider an action I ask myself, 'will this help make this picture a reality? Pull it out of my mind and into the world?' And I only act if the answer is "yes". A picture of me on the Iron Throne... and you by my side.
[Littlefinger leans in to kiss Sansa; she raises a hand and stops him]
Sansa: It's a pretty picture.
[Sansa walks away]
Petyr: News of this battle will spread quickly through the Seven Kingdoms.
[Sansa stops walking, but does not turn back]
Petyr: I've declared for House Stark for all to hear.
Sansa: [speaks with her back turned to Littlefinger] You've declared for other houses before, Lord Baelish. It's never stopped you from serving yourself.

Olenna: Do you know my son? The Lord of Highgarden?
Sansa: I haven't had the pleasure.
Olenna: [chuckles] No great pleasure, believe me. A ponderous oaf. His father was an oaf as well. My husband, the late Lord Luthor. He managed to ride off a cliff whilst hawking. They say he was looking up at the sky and paying no mind to where his horse was taking him. And now my son is doing the same, only this time he's riding a lion instead of a horse. Now... I want you to tell me the truth about this royal boy, this Joffrey.
Sansa: I... I...
Olenna: You, you. Who else would know better? We've heard some troubling tales. Is there any truth to them? Has this boy mistreated you?
[Sansa remains silent]
Olenna: Has he ripped out your tongue?
Sansa: [stammering] Joff - KING Joffrey, he, His Grace, is very fair and handsome and as brave as a lion...
Olenna: Yes, all Lannisters are lions. And when a Tyrell farts, it smells like a rose. But how kind is he? How clever? Has he a good heart, a gentle hand?
Margaery: I'm to be his wife. I only want to know what that means.
[a server appears with a platter of lemon cakes and sets it in front of Olenna]
Olenna: Bring me some cheese.
Server: The cheese will be served after the cakes, my lady.
Olenna: The cheese will be served when I want it served, and I want it served now.
[the server bows and leaves]
Olenna: [to Sansa, offering her a lemon cake] Are you frightened, child? No need for that. We're only women here. Tell us the truth. No harm will come to you.
Sansa: My father always told the truth.
Olenna: Yes, he had that reputation. And they named him "traitor" and took his head.
Sansa: [suddenly and spitefully] Joffrey. Joffrey did that. He promised he would be merciful and he cut my father's head off, and he said THAT was mercy. And he took me up on the walls and made me look at it.
[pause]
Margaery: Go on.
Sansa: [quickly becoming afraid] I - I - I can't, I never meant... my father was a traitor, my brother as well, I have traitor's blood... please don't make me say any more.
Margaery: She's terrified, Grandmother, just look at her.
Olenna: Speak freely, child. We would never betray your confidence, I swear it.
[Sansa pauses, then looks fearfully at Olenna]
Sansa: He's a monster.
[neither Olenna nor Margaery react]
Olenna: Oh. That's a pity.
Sansa: Please don't stop the wedding.
Olenna: [chuckles] Have no fear. The Lord Oaf of Highgarden is determined that Margaery should be queen. Even so, we thank you for the truth.
[Olenna looks up and sees the server approaching]
Olenna: Ah! Here comes my cheese.

Tyrion: Do you drink wine?
Sansa: Only when I have to.

Sansa: Yes?
- For you, my lady.

Sansa: I thought they were going to kill me.
Shae: They thought so too.
Sansa: He hated me, the man who hit me. I saw it in his eyes. Hated me.
[shakes her head]
Sansa: He never met me before, but... he wanted to hurt me.
Shae: Of course he did.
Sansa: Why? Why would a stranger...?
Shae: You are everything that he will never have. Your horse eats better than his children. It doesn't matter now. He's dead.
Sansa: I would have given them bread if I had it. I hate the king more than any of them.
Shae: Don't say these things. If the wrong people hear you...
Sansa: But you're not wrong people.
Shae: Don't trust anybody. Life is safer that way.

Jean: [to Mystique] Seeing you that day on TV changed my life.
Kurt: Mine too.
Peter: Mine too. I mean, I still live in my mom's basement, but pfft. Everything else is, uh... well, it's pretty much the same. I'm a total loser.
[laughs]

Roose: Walda and I have some good news as well, since we're all together.
[Roose nods to Walda]
Walda: We're going to have a baby.
[Ramsay's smile freezes]
Sansa: I'm very happy for you.
Roose: From the way she's carrying, Maester Wolkan says it looks like a boy.
[Ramsay empties is cup, clearly displeased to hear the news that may deny him of being Roose's heir]

Tyrion: [Sansa's standing deep in thought as Daenerys' dragons fly past] My lady...
[no answer]
Tyrion: "My lord" is the standard response.
Sansa: Why her?
Tyrion: You know she loves your brother.
Sansa: It doesn't mean she'll be a good queen.
Tyrion: You seem determined to dislike her.
[comes walking closer]
Tyrion: A good relationship between the Iron Throne and the North has been the core of every peaceful prosperous reign that we ever had.
Sansa: Jon will be Warden of the North, so a good relationship seems likely.
Tyrion: I don't expect him to spend much time here going forward...
Sansa: Well, I suppose it's up to him.
Tyrion: Sansa, look at me.
[she finally does]
Tyrion: With Jon in the capital, you'll be the true power in the North. I'd feel *much* better about the future if I left here today believing that you and Daenerys were allies.
Sansa: What are you worried about? Jon's taking her army with him. Your queen still has her dragons.
Tyrion: She's your queen too.

Anya: Come closer, child. You have nothing to fear from us... or... him. Lord Baelish here is your uncle? Your name is Alayne?
[Sansa nods meekly]
Anya: Perhaps you would feel more comfortable if Lord Baelish left the room.
Petyr: My lady...
Anya: I wasn't asking you.
Sansa: [whispers] He can stay.
Yohn: Speak up, girl, you're not a damn kitchen mouse. Tell us what you saw.
Sansa: I'm sorry, Lord Baelish. I... I have to tell the truth.
[facing: ]
Sansa: I'll tell you everything.
Anya: Please, Alayne, leave nothing out.
[shakes her head]
Sansa: My name is not Alayne. It's Sansa Stark, eldest daughter of Lord Eddard Stark. Lord Royce, we met when you came to Winterfell. You were escorting your son Ser Waymar to the Wall.
Yohn: Sansa Stark?
[to: ]
Yohn: You tell lies right to my face, you little worm?
Sansa: Lord Baelish has told many lies... All to protect me. Since my father was executed, I have been a hostage in King's Landing. A plaything for Joffrey to torture or Queen Cercei to torment. They beat me, they humiliated me, they married me to the Imp.
[as: ]
Sansa: I had no friends in King's Landing... Except one.
[looks back at Petyr]
Sansa: He saved me. He smuggled me away when he had the chance. He knew I'd be safe here in the Eyrie, with my own blood, my Aunt Lysa. But the Lannisters have friends
[stammers: ]
Sansa: everywhere. Even the Vale. He made me swear not to tell anyone my true name.
Donnel: Your secret is safe with us, my lady.
Yohn: Your father grew up right here in these halls. We hunted together many times.
[nods]
Yohn: He was a fine man.
Anya: Tell us what happened to your Aunt, Sansa.
Sansa: You knew her well, my lords, my lady. You knew she was a troubled woman. She always loved Lord Baelish. She told me herself. From the moment he arrived in Riverrun, a boy of eight, carrying everything he owned in a little sack. She confessed to me she never loved Lord Arryn. She did as her father commanded, as so many of us have. When the gods finally allowed her to be with Lord Baelish, she was so happy. For a time. My Aunt was a jealous lady .She was terrified that Lord Baelish didn't love her any more. That he would abandon her for a younger woman. And then... one day she saw him... kiss me.
Yohn: [shocked] Lady Sansa...!
Sansa: It was a peck on the cheek, Lord Royce. Nothing more. Lord Baelish is my uncle now, in truth, by marriage. He's always been so kind to me. I was so happy to be here, to be free. All because of him. But my Aunt turned on me. She cursed me. Called me a whore. Promised to throw me through the Moon Door. When Lord Baelish tried to
[voice: ]
Sansa: calm her, she struck him and said she didn't want to live anymore. She stood on the edge of that Moon Door. And he tried to reason with her, promised her she was the only one he ever loved, but she stepped through, and she was...
[breaks down crying]
Anya: Shh.
[hugs the young girl]
Anya: It's not your fault, sweet girl. It's not your fault.
[Petyr grins at Sansa, and Sansa smiles back at him]