Game of Thrones (2011– )
Cersei Lannister: When you play the game of thrones, you win or you die. There is no middle ground.
Tywin Lannister: A lion does not concern himself with the opinion of sheep.
Ramsay Snow: If you think this has a happy ending, you haven't been paying attention.
Eddard Stark: Winter is coming.
Tywin Lannister: Any man who must say "I am the king" is no true king.
Petyr 'Littlefinger' Baelish: The realm. Do you know what the realm is? It's the thousand blades of Aegon's enemies. A story we agree to tell each other over and over until we forget that it's a lie.
Lord Varys: But what do we have left once we abandon the lie? Chaos? A gaping pit waiting to swallow us all.
Petyr 'Littlefinger' Baelish: Chaos isn't a pit. Chaos is a ladder. Many who try to climb it fail and never get to try again. The fall breaks them. And some are given a chance to climb; they refuse. They cling to the realm or the gods or love. Illusions. Only the ladder is real. The climb is all there is.
Tyrion Lannister: A Lannister always pays his debts.
Ygritte: You know nothing, Jon Snow.
Jon Snow: I heard it was best to keep your enemies close.
Stannis Baratheon: Whoever said that didn't have many enemies.
Melisandre: The night is dark and full of terrors.
Lord Varys: Any fool with a bit of luck can find himself born into power. But earning it for yourself, that takes work.
Tyrion Lannister: We've had vicious kings and we've had idiot kings, but I don't know if we've ever been cursed with a vicious idiot for a king!
Robert Baratheon: I'm simply asking you to run my kingdom while I eat, drink, and whore myself into an early grave.
Oberyn Martell: When we met your sister, she promised she would show you to us. Every day we would ask. Every day she would say, "Soon." Then she and your brother took us to your nursery and... she unveiled the freak. Your head was a bit large. Your arms and legs were a bit small, but no claw. No red eye. No tail between your legs. Just a tiny pink cock. We didn't try to hide our disappointment. "That's not a monster," I told Cersei, "that's just a baby." And she said, "He killed my mother." And she pinched your little cock so hard, I thought she might pull it off. Until your brother made her stop. "It doesn't matter," she told us. "Everyone says he will die soon, I hope they are right; he should not have lived this long."
Tyrion Lannister: [tears welling] Well... sooner or later, Cersei always gets what she wants.
Oberyn Martell: And what about what I want? Justice for my sister and her children.
Tyrion Lannister: If you want justice, you've come to the wrong place.
Oberyn Martell: I disagree. I've come to the perfect place. I want to bring those who have wronged me to justice, and all those who have wronged me are right here. I will begin with Ser Gregor Clegane, who killed my sister's children and then raped her with their blood still on his hands before killing her, too. I will be your champion.
Stannis Baratheon: We march to victory, or we march to defeat. But we go forward. Only forward.
Jaime Lannister: [about Ned Stark] By what right does the wolf judge the lion? By what right?
Brienne of Tarth: Nothing's more hateful than failing to protect the one you love.
Samwell Tarly: I read it in a book.
Robb Stark: All men should keep their word, kings most of all.
Ramsay Snow: 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 will not 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 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