The Best Theon Greyjoy Quotes

Theon: How did you get past the guards?
Yara: Anything with a cock is easy to fool.

Daenerys: You've brought us 100 ships from the Iron Fleet with men to sail them. In return, I expect you want me to support your claim to the throne of the Iron Islands?
Theon: Not my claim.
[Theon nods to Yara]
Theon: Hers.
Daenerys: And what's wrong with you?
Theon: I'm not fit to rule.
Tyrion: We can agree upon that at least.

- Who comes before the old gods this night?
Theon: Sansa of the house stark comes here to be wed.
- A woman grown, trueborn and noble.
- She comes to beg the blessings of the gods.
- Who comes to claim her?

Theon: You should be proud in your brother's achievements. I took the great castle of Winterfell with twenty men.
Yara: [scornfully] You're a great warrior. I saw the bodies above your gates. Which one gave you the tougher fight, the cripple or the six year old?
[the rest of the Ironmen snicker mockingly. Theon is enraged]

Catelyn: What I am about to tell you must remain between us. I don't think Bran fell from that tower. I think he was thrown.
Maester: The boy was always sure-footed before.
Catelyn: Someone tried to kill him twice. Why? Why murder an innocent child? Unless he saw something he wasn't meant to see.
Theon: Saw what, my lady?
Catelyn: I don't know. But I would stake my life the Lannisters are involved. We already have reason to suspect their loyalty to the Crown.
Rodrik: Did you notice the dagger the killer used? It's too fine a weapon for such a man. The blade is Valyrian steel, the handle dragonbone. Someone gave it to him.
Robb: They come into our home and try to murder my brother? If it's war they want...
Theon: If it comes to that, you know I'll stand behind you.
Maester: What, is there going to be a battle in the Godswood? Huh? Too easily words of war become acts of war. We don't know the truth yet. Lord Stark must be told of this.
Catelyn: I don't trust a raven to carry these words.
Robb: I'll ride to King's Landing.
Catelyn: No. There must always be a Stark in Winterfell. I will go myself.
Robb: Mother, you can't.
Catelyn: I must.
Rodrik: I'll send Hal with a squad of guardsmen to escort you.
Catelyn: Too large a party attracts unwanted attention. I don't want the Lannisters to know I'm coming.
Rodrik: Let me accompany you, at least. The kingsroad can be a dangerous place for a woman alone.
Robb: [Cat nods in agreement] What about Bran?
Catelyn: I have prayed to the Seven for more than a month. Bran's life is in their hands now.

[Theon is brooding in his chambers at Winterfell while a Northman incessantly blows a horn outside the walls]
Theon: I WILL kill that man. I don't care how many arrows they feather me with, how many spears they run through me, I will kill that horn-blowing cunt before I fall.
Maester: They want you to know you're surrounded.
Theon: I know I'm surrounded. I know that because I stood on the battlements and saw I was surrounded.
Maester: They don't want you to sleep. They want to sap your spirit before they...
Theon: [sarcastically] Thank you, wise bald man! Thank you for explaining siege tactics to me.
[pause]
Theon: No word from my father?
Maester: No.
Theon: Send more ravens.
Maester: You killed all the ravens.
Theon: The first time I saw Winterfell...
[the horn blows again; Theon waits for it to finish with an irritated look on his face]
Theon: The first time I saw Winterfell, it looked like something that had been here for thousands of years, and would be here for thousands of years after I was dead. I saw it, and I thought, "Of course Ned Stark crushed our rebellion and killed my brothers. We never stood a chance against a man who lives here."
Maester: Lord Stark went out of his way to make it your home.
Theon: Yes, my captors were so very kind to me, you love reminding me of that. Everyone in this frozen pile of shit has always loved reminding me of that. You know what it's like to be told how lucky you are to be someone's prisoner? To be told how much YOU owe THEM? And then to go back home to your real father...
[the horn blows again; Theon jumps up in fury]
Theon: I will kill that man! I swear to the Drowned God, the old gods, the new gods, to every fucking god in every fucking heaven, I will kill that man!
Maester: Theon, listen to me. I serve Winterfell. Now Winterfell is yours. I'm bound by oath to serve you.
Theon: And what's your counsel, trusted friend?
Maester: Run. Five hundred Northmen wait outside the walls. You have twenty men. You can't win. Wait for nightfall and run.
Theon: There's nowhere to run. I'd never make it back to the Iron Islands. And even if I did, even if by some miracle I slipped through the lines and made it home, I'd be a coward. "The Greyjoy who ran." The shame of the family.
Maester: Don't go home. Join the Night's Watch. Once a man has taken the black, he's beyond reach of the law. All his past crimes are forgiven.
Theon: I won't make it to the Wall. I won't make it ten feet past the Winterfell gates.
Maester: There are ways. Hidden passageways, built so the lords of Winterfell could escape. The road will be dangerous, but with a little luck... the Night's Watch is an ancient, honorable order. You'll have opportunities there.
Theon: The opportunity for Jon Snow to cut my throat in my sleep!
Maester: The opportunity to make amends for what you've done.
Theon: I've done a lot, haven't I? Things I never imagined myself doing.
Maester: I've known you many years, Theon Greyjoy. You're not the man you're pretending to be.
[Luwin puts a comforting hand on Theon's shoulder]
Maester: Not yet.
Theon: [in despair] You may be right. But I've gone too far to pretend to be anything else.

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?

Tyrion: There are more than 100 ships in the Iron Fleet.
Theon: There are and Euron is building more. He's going to offer them to you.
Daenerys: So why shouldn't I wait for him?
Theon: The Iron Fleet isn't all he's bringing. He also wants to give you...
[trailing off]
Yara: ...his big cock, I think he said. Euron's offer is also an offer of marriage, you see. You won't get one without the other.
Daenerys: And I imagine your offer is free of any marriage demands?
Yara: I never demand, but I'm up for anything really.

Theon: [after having sex with Ros] Keep it down. You're not supposed to be inside the castle walls.
Ros: I thought you were supposed to be an important person around here.
Theon: Important enough for the likes of you.
Ros: You're not the only nobleman in my life, you know.
Theon: Who, the Imp? I call him half a nobleman.
Ros: Jealous?
Theon: Why should I be jealous? Anyone with a few coppers in his pocket can own you for the night. What's a dwarf like down below? I've always wondered.
Ros: Mmm, might surprise you.
Theon: Mmm?
Ros: He's good with his fingers, too. And his tongue.
Theon: [grabs Ros' necklace] Generous tipper. I guess gold is cheap for a Lannister.
Ros: You ARE jealous.
Theon: I'm a Greyjoy. We've been lords of the Iron Islands for three hundred years, there's not a family in Westeros that can look down on us. Not even the Lannisters.
Ros: What about the Starks?
Theon: I've been Lord Stark's ward since I was eight years old.
Ros: "Ward"? That's a nice word for it. Your father rebelled against King Robert, and if he doesn't...
[suddenly Theon grabs Ros by the neck]
Theon: My father fought for the freedom of his people. What did your father do? Fucked a cook and whelped a whore.
Ros: You're a very serious boy.
Theon: I'm not a boy.
Ros: Oh yes, you are.
[Ros grabs Theon's crotch]
Ros: A serious boy with a serious cock.
Theon: I don't want to pay for it.
Ros: Then get yourself a wife.

[Theon meets his crew at the docks]
Theon: You're the crew of the Sea Bitch? I'm your commander. Welcome.
[the Ironborn ignore Theon and begin loading their boat]
Theon: Stop.
[the Ironborn continue to ignore Theon]
Theon: Stop! Your captain commands you to stop!
[the Ironborn laugh at Theon]
Lorren: Where are we headed, captain?
Theon: The Stony Shore, to raid their villages. There'll be spoils in it for you, and women, if you do your jobs well.
Lorren: And who decides if we've done our jobs well?
Theon: [confidently] I do. Your captain.
[the Ironborn laugh at Theon again]
Lorren: I have been reaving and raping since before you left Balon's balls, captain. Don't reckon I've got much use for your ideas on how to do it. Don't reckon I've got much use for a captain at all. I'm thinking I could do the job of captain real well myself. All I need's a ship. You wouldn't know where I could find myself a ship now, would you?
Theon: You could do that. Take the ship, head out on your own. And I will hunt you down, drag you back here in chains, and hang you for a traitor!
[Yara arrives on the docks]
Yara: Stop! We yield!
[the Ironborn laugh and continue loading the boat]
Yara: Congratulations on your first command.
Theon: Thank you. Kind of you to come see me off.
Yara: Oh, I'm not here for you. I was just on my way to Red Harbor. I've got thirty ships. There's nowhere to put them here. Too narrow.
Theon: Better get out there. Wouldn't want her to set sail without you.
Yara: That would never happen. My crew would wait on deck for a year if I asked them to. This lot, though...
[Theon turns and sees that his crew have just cast off their boat, leaving him stranded on the docks]
Yara: Enjoy the Stony Shore.

[Ramsay blows a horn while Theon has sex with Violet and Myranda]
Ramsay: I'm sorry! I'm sorry! Terrible timing. But I was getting jealous. Well? Should we see this cock everyone's always going on about?
[Theon tries to escape, but Ramsay smacks him with the horn]
Ramsay: Everyone knows you love girls. I bet you always thought they loved you back.
[Ramsay produces a bizarre-shaped knife from his pocket]
Ramsay: Your famous cock must be very precious to you. Wouldn't you say it's your most important part?
[Ramsay whistles and two guards come in]
Theon: [sobs] Please. No. No! Mercy, please! Please, mercy! Mercy!
Ramsay: This *is* mercy. I'm not killing you. Just making a few alterations.
[Ramsay and his men emasculate Theon]
Theon: No! No! No! Please, no! No! NO! No, please! Please!

[Maester Luwin teaches Bran about the noble Houses of Westeros, while Theon practices shooting arrows]
Maester: Bran!
[Maester Luwin taps with his staff on the map, pointing at the Iron Isles]
Bran: Iron Isles. Sigil: a kraken. Words: "We do not Sow".
Maester: Lords?
Bran: The Greyjoys.
Theon: Famed for their skills in archery, navigation and lovemaking.
[Theon chuckles and turns back to practice]
Maester: [dryly] And failed rebellions.
[Maester Luwin points at Storm's End]
Bran: Sigil: a stag. A crowned stag, now that Robert is the king.
Maester: Good.
Bran: Words: "Our is the Fury". Lords: the Baratheons.
[Maester Luwin points at Lannisport]
Bran: The Westerlands. Sigil: a lion. Words: "A Lannister always pays his debts".
Maester: No. A common saying, but not their official motto.
Bran: Lords: the Lannisters.
Maester: We're still on the words.
Bran: I don't know them.
Maester: You do know them. Think.
Bran: "Unbowed, Unbent, Unbroken".
Maester: [sighs] That's House Martell.
Bran: "Righteous in Wrath".
Maester: House Hornwood.

Theon: Why on earth would I take the word of a lying little savage like you?
Osha: I'm no liar.
Theon: All wildlings are liars and savages with no loyalty to anything or anyone.
Osha: I done what I had to do to stay alive. I hate the Starks as well as you do. Let me serve you, my lord.
Theon: How? And don't tell me to put a spear in your hand.
Osha: There are other ways to serve, my lord.
Theon: I'm a prince now, and you'd do well...
Osha: There are other ways to serve, my prince.

Yara: I know you've had a few bad years...
Theon: Bad years?

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?

Robb: I sent two thousand men to their graves today.
Theon: The bards will sing songs of their sacrifice.
Robb: Aye, but the dead won't hear them.

[Theon talks with his father about sending him to Winterfell when he was a child]
Theon: You act as if I volunteered to go. You gave me away, if you remember. The day you bent the knee to Robert Baratheon, after he crushed you. Did he take what was yours then?
[Balon slaps Theon]
Theon: You gave me away! Your boy! Your last boy! You gave me away like I was some dog you didn't want anymore. And now you curse me because I've come home.

Theon: We can't stop.
Theon: We have to cross here.
[Gasps] I can't.
- It's the only way to throw off the hounds.
- But it's too cold. I can't.
- I won't make it. I'll die.
- I've seen what his hounds do to a person.
- This way is better.

Yara: We'll get justice for you.
Theon: If I got justice, my burnt body would hang over the gates of Winterfell.
Yara: Fuck justice, then. We'll get revenge...

[Theon addresses him men as the horn continues to blow outside the walls]
Theon: You hear that? That's the mating call of the Northmen. They want to fuck us! Well, I haven't had a good fuck in weeks, I'm ready for one!
[the ironborn laugh]
Theon: They say that every ironborn man is worth a dozen from the mainland.
Ironborn: Aye.
Theon: You think they're right?
Lorren: Aye.
Theon: We die today, brothers! We die bleeding from a hundred wounds, with arrows in our necks and spears in our guts! But our war cries will echo through eternity. They will sing about the Battle of Winterfell until the Iron Islands have slipped beneath the waves. Every man, woman, and child will know who we were and how long we stood! Aggar and Gelmarr! Wex and Urzen! Stygg and Black Lorren! Ironborn warriors will cry out our names as they leap onto the shores of Seagard and Faircastle!
Ironborn: Aye!
Theon: Mothers will name their sons for us!
Ironborn: Aye!
Theon: Girls will think of us with their lovers inside them!
Ironborn: Aye!
[the horn blows again]
Theon: And whoever kills that *fucking* horn-blower will stand in bronze above the shores of Pyke!
Ironborn: Aye!
Theon: [thumping his chest] What is dead may never die!
Ironborn: [thumping their chests] What is dead may never die!
[Theon yells out a war cry, but Dagmer suddenly hits him over the head with his spear, knocking him unconscious]
Lorren: Thought he'd never shut up.
Dagmer: It was a good speech. Didn't want to interrupt.
[the ironborn place a hood over Theon's head. Maester Luwin appears and walks up to Dagmer]
Maester: What is this? What are you doing?
[Dagmer shoves his spear into Luwin's stomach and twists it; Luwin screams in pain and falls to the ground]
Dagmer: Let's go home.
[the ironborn drag Theon away, leaving the mortally wounded Luwin lying on the ground]

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.

Theon: It's better to be cruel than weak.

Theon: Are you afraid?
[Robb's hand is shaking]
Robb: I must be.
Theon: Good.
Robb: Why is that good?
Theon: It means your not stupid.

[Ramsay blows a horn to wake Theon up]
Ramsay: [mockingly] Sorry! Were you sleeping?
Theon: Wa...
Ramsay: Wa? Water? You must mean water. I wish I had some for you.
[Ramsay deliberately spills the water all over the floor. Theon groans in despair]
Ramsay: Let's play a game! Which body part do you need the least?
Theon: [whimpers] Please...
Ramsay: "Please" isn't a body part.
Theon: I'll tell you everything, please.
Ramsay: But you already told me everything, remember? Your daddy was mean to you. The Starks didn't appreciate you. One can admit, the Stark boys. They're still alive. Wouldn't that be a hunt to remember. You failed, but I'm a better hunter than you. Now, how about your little finger? You don't need that for much do you? No? Good! Let's start with that. You've been wondering why you're here, how many, where you are, who I am, why I'm doing this to you. So, guess! If your right, I'll tell you, by the old gods and the new, I swear it. You win the game if you figure out who I am and why I'm torturing you, and I win the game if you beg me to cut off your finger.
Theon: If I win, you'll let me go?
Ramsay: [chuckles nastily] If you think this has a happy ending, you haven't been paying attention.
Theon: Please...
[Ramsay holds a knife close to Theon's face]
Ramsay: You say "please" again, and you'll wish you hadn't. You first, where are we?
Theon: The North.
Ramsay: Too vague!
Theon: Deepwood Motte.
Ramsay: [laughs] Terrible guess! Now where?
Theon: Last Hearth.
Ramsay: Now, do I look like a fucking Umber to you?
Theon: The Karhold!
Ramsay: Karhold. How did you know that? Did you see any banners flying when we came in?
Theon: No... it was just a guess.
Ramsay: Very good, Lord Theon. Who am I?
Theon: Torrhen Karstark.
Ramsay: He's dead! Strangled by the Kingslayer.
Theon: He was your brother. Your father is Rickard Karstark.
[Ramsay walks away]
Theon: You swore to tell me!
Ramsay: You're right.
Theon: Lord Rickard Karstark is Robb's bannerman, and I betrayed Robb. That's why you're torturing me.
Ramsay: Yes... you win.
[Ramsay pauses and runs up to Theon]
Ramsay: You forgot to ask one question! You forgot to ask me if I'm a liar! I'm afraid, I am. Everything I told you is a lie. This isn't happening to you for a reason, well one reason: I enjoy it!
[Ramsay starts torturing Theon]
Theon: Please! Please cut it off, cut it off!
[Ramsay smiles at Theon]
Ramsay: I win!

Theon: Am I your brother, now and always?
Robb: Now and always.
[Theon draws his sword and kneels before Robb]
Theon: My sword is yours, in victory and defeat, from this day until my last day.

Theon: [referring to Yara] I couldn't save her. I tried.
Harrag: You wouldn't be here if you tried.

[Theon is shaving Ramsay]
Ramsay: Reek, tell father where are Bran and Rickon Stark.
Theon: I don't know, my lord.
Roose: You murdered them and displayed their corpses at Winterfell.
Ramsay: Reek, did you murder the Stark boys?
Theon: No, my lord. Just two farm boys.
Ramsay: And crisped them so no one would know.
Theon: Yes, my lord.
Ramsay: The Starks have always ruled the North. If Bran and Rickon are alive, the country will rally to their side, now that Robb Stark is gone.
[Theon abruptly stops shaving Ramsay]
Ramsay: Oh, that's right, Reek. Robb Stark is dead. Sorry. I know he was like a brother to you, but my father put a knife through his heart. How do you feel about that?
[Theon sniffles, then resumes shaving Ramsay]
Roose: [to Locke] You ready for a hunt?
Locke: Always.
Roose: Find those boys and I'll give you a thousand acres and a holdfast.
Locke: [to Ramsay] Your pet rat have any thoughts on which way they went after Winterfell?
Theon: Jon Snow is at Castle Black.
Locke: Who the fuck's Jon Snow?
Roose: Their bastard brother. He could be sheltering them. He may know where they are.
Ramsay: [wipes the shaving cream off his face] Even if he doesn't, he's half Stark himself. He could be a threat.
Roose: You want to prove yourself a Bolton? Gather whatever men you can and ride for Moat Cailin. Bring this creature of yours. Maybe he'll be of some use. Take the Moat for the family, for *our* family, and I'll reconsider your position.
[Ramsay smiles gleefully]

Theon: What is dead may never die.
Yara: But kill the bastards anyway.

[Ramsay approaches Theon and smells him]
Ramsay: You reek.
[Ramsay steps backward, excited of his idea of new name for his captive]
Ramsay: [exclaims] Reek! That's a good name for you! What's your name?
Theon: Theon Greyjoy.
[Ramsay slaps Theon hard. Theon groans in pain]
Ramsay: What's your name?
Theon: [defiantly] Theon Greyjoy.
[Ramsay punches Theon, this time harder. Then he grabs Theon's face]
Theon: [whispers painfully] Please...
Ramsay: [harshly] WHAT... IS... YOUR... NAME?
Theon: Reek!
[Ramsay nods approvingly]
Theon: My name... Reek.
[Ramsay smiles nastily. Satisfied, he lets go of Theon and walks away. Theon sobs]

[after Bran, Rickon, Hodor, and Osha disappeared from Winterfell]
Theon: A cripple. You let a cripple escape. The boy can't walk, but somehow he slipped past you.
Lorren: The giant must've took him.
Theon: [staring in disbelief] The giant? Hodor? Oh, that's all right, then. You let a halfwit escape with a cripple. And Rickon too, the little one?
Lorren: Gone. Along with the Wildling woman. The one you were fucking.
[Theon suddenly turns and knocks Lorren to the ground, then kicks him repeatedly]
Theon: Right. Get the horses. And the hounds.

[Theon is fuming about his crew leaving him behind on the docks when Dagmer walks up to him]
Dagmer: Come on, I'll take you out.
Theon: Who are you?
Dagmer: Dagmer, your first mate.
Theon: Why aren't you with the rest of them? Or did they send you? Did they send you to row me out and dump me halfway in the sea? That would be good for a laugh.
Dagmer: They're not gonna respect you until you prove yourself.
Theon: And how am I supposed to prove myself by pillaging piss-poor fishing villages?
Dagmer: You're not.
Theon: And yet that's the task my father has given me, to prove that I'm a true Iron Islander.
Dagmer: [looking at the departing crew] They're all Iron Islanders. Do they do as they're told, or do they do as they like?
[Theon gazes out to sea for a moment]
Theon: The Stony Shore's not far from Torrhen's Square.
Dagmer: The seat of the House of Tallhart. More impressive prize than a few fishermen's daughters.
[Theon is lost in thought]
Dagmer: What, you don't think we could take it?
Theon: No, we could. We could never hold it for more than a few days. As soon as Winterfell got word that we'd taken Torrhen's Square, the Starks would send their men to take it back. And then...
[Theon stops, then a smile spreads across his face as he gets an idea. Dagmer smiles back as he realizes what Theon is thinking]
Theon: Take me to my ship.

Ramsay: [to his hunting dogs] Well done.
[to his hunting partner who's arrow struck Tansy's leg]
Ramsay: You too.
Myranda: I only wounded her.
Ramsay: You brought her down. That's what matters.
[dog barks fiercely]
Ramsay: A fine shot, wasn't it, Reek?
Theon: [pathetic wreck] A fine shot, master. My lady.
Tansy: [dog barks, she sobs] It hurts! Please!
Ramsay: Sweet. Don't cry. It will be over soon.
Myranda: She thinks she's pretty.
[aims bow, draws back arrow]
Myranda: Let me put one through her face.
Ramsay: We have to reward the hounds, love. They did all the hard work.
Tansy: [lies in gully, arrow impales her thigh] Why? I did everything you asked me to!
Ramsay: But you made Myranda feel jealous.
Myranda: Me, jealous of her?
Tansy: My lord, please!
Ramsay: [grinning down at the hapless young girl] You can see that your presence has become a bit of a problem.
[orders: ]
Ramsay: Rip her!
Myranda: [as Theon looks on aghast, dogs carry out command] Not so pretty now.

Theon: Can't resist some northern ass? If you like redheads, ask for Ros.
Tyrion: Come to see me off, Greyjoy? Kind of you. Your master doesn't seem to like Lannisters.
Theon: He's not my master.
Tyrion: No, of course not. What happened here? Where is Lady Stark? Why didn't she receive me?
Theon: She wasn't feeling well.
Tyrion: She's not in Winterfell, is she? Where did she go?
Theon: Milady's whereabouts...
Tyrion: "Milady?" Your loyalty to your captors is touching. Tell me, how do you think Balon Greyjoy would feel if he could see his only surviving son has turned lackey? I still remember my father's fleet burn in Lannisport. I believe your uncles were responsible.
Theon: Must've been a pretty sight.
Tyrion: Nothing prettier than watching sailors burn alive. Yes, a great victory for your people. Shame how it all turned out.
Theon: We were outnumbered ten to one!
Tyrion: A stupid rebellion, then. I suppose your father realized that when your brothers died in battle. Now here you are, your enemy's squire.
Theon: Careful, Imp.
Tyrion: I've offended you. Forgive me. It's been a rough morning. Anyway, don't despair. I'm a constant disappointment to my own father and I've learned to live with it.
[Tyrion tosses a coin at Theon's feet]
Tyrion: Your next tumble with Ros is on me. I'll try not to wear her out.

Ramsay: Do you love me, Reek?
Theon: Yes, of course, my lord.
Ramsay: Good. Because I need you to do something for me. Something very important. There's a castle, you see. Some bad men hold this castle. I need your help to take this castle back.
Theon: But how can...
Ramsay: I need you to play a role. To pretend to be someone you're not.
Theon: Pretend to be who?
Ramsay: Theon Greyjoy.

[Theon is painfully tied to wooden cross, while Ramsay sits at a table and eats leisurely]
Theon: [whispers] Kill me...
Ramsay: Say what?
Theon: Kill me...
[Ramsay puts his hand over his ear, pretending not to hear what Theon said]
Ramsay: A little louder.
Theon: [yells] KILL ME!
Ramsay: You're no good to me dead. We need you.

- I urge you not to make a hasty decision.
Theon: He disrespected me in front of my men.
- That was his decision, not mine.
- He is worth more to you alive than dead.
- The starks will pay.
- Please, theon, think what you do.

Theon: I'm reek! Loyal reek!
- Theon!