Shagga: How would you like to die, Tyrion, son of Tywin?
Tyrion Lannister: In my own bed, at the age of 80, with a belly full of wine and a girl's mouth around my cock.
Theon Greyjoy: Are you afraid?
[Robb's hand is shaking]
Robb Stark: I must be.
Theon Greyjoy: Good.
Robb Stark: Why is that good?
Theon Greyjoy: It means your not stupid.
Robb Stark: Tell Lord Tywin, winter is coming for him. Twenty thousand northerners marching south to find out if he really does shit gold.
Catelyn Stark: If you lose, your father dies, your sisters die, we die.
Robb Stark: Well, that makes it simple then.
Catelyn Stark: I suppose it does.
[Tyrion is whistling as he and Bronn walk through the Vale]
Bronn: Will you shut up? There's hill tribes all around here.
Tyrion Lannister: If I'm going to die, it may as well be with a song in my heart.
Bronn: I should just take your food and leave you here. Eh? What would you do then?
Tyrion Lannister: Starve, most likely.
Bronn: You don't think I'd do it, do you?
Tyrion Lannister: What do you want, Bronn? Gold? Women? Gold and women? Stick with me and you'll have them all, for as long as I'm around and not a moment longer. But you knew that. That is why you so valiantly took up arms to defend my honor.
Bronn: Fair enough. But don't go looking for me to bend the knee and "m'lord" you every time you take a shit. I'm not your toady and I'm not your friend.
Tyrion Lannister: Though I would treasure your friendship, I'm mainly interested in your facility with murder. And if the day ever comes when you're tempted to sell me out, remember this: whatever their price, I'll beat it. I like living.
[Tyrion continues whistling]
Bran Stark: How long have you been hiding out there? Robb will be looking for you. To say goodbye.
Rickon Stark: They've all gone away.
Bran Stark: They'll be back soon. Robb will free father, and come back with mother.
Rickon Stark: No, they won't.
[Jon, Sam and more of the Night's Watch look how the corpses of Othor and Jafer are being burnt]
Samwell Tarly: 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 Snow: How do you know that?
Samwell Tarly: I read about it in a book... a very old book in Maester Aemon's library.
Jon Snow: What else did the book say?
Samwell Tarly: The White Walkers sleep beneath the ice for thousands of years. And when they wake up...
Pypar: And when they wake up... what?
Samwell Tarly: [hesitates] I hope the Wall is high enough.
[they look at the Wall]
Robb Stark: Treason? Sansa wrote this.
Maester Luwin: It is your sister's hand but the Queen's words. Your summoned to King's Landing to swear fealty to the new King.
Robb Stark: Joffrey puts my father in chains, now he wants his ass kissed.
Maester Luwin: This is a royal command, my Lord. If you should refuse to obey...
Robb Stark: I won't refuse. If His Grace summons me to go to King's Landing, I'll go to King's Landing. But not alone. Call the banners.
Maester Luwin: All of them, my Lord?
Robb Stark: They've all sworn to defend my father, have they not?
Maester Luwin: They have.
Robb Stark: Now we'll see what the words are worth.
Grand Maester Pycelle: [reads the day's proclamations in court] Lastly, in these times of treason and turmoil, it is the view of the council that the life and safety of King Joffrey be of paramount importance.
Cersei Lannister: Ser Barristan Selmy.
Barristan Selmy: [steps forward and kneels] Your Grace. I am yours to command.
Cersei Lannister: Rise, Ser Barristan. You may remove your helm.
[Selmy does so]
Cersei Lannister: You have served the realm long and faithfully. Every man and woman in the Seven Kingdoms owes you thanks. But it is time to put aside your armor and your sword. It is time to rest and look back with pride on your many years of service.
Barristan Selmy: Your Grace, the Kingsguard is a sworn brotherhood. Our vows are taken for life. Only death relieves us of our sacred trust.
Cersei Lannister: Whose death, Ser Barristan? Yours or your king's?
Joffrey Baratheon: You let my father die. You're too old to protect anybody.
Barristan Selmy: Your Grace...
Cersei Lannister: The council has determined that Ser Jaime Lannister will take your place as Lord Commander of the Kingsguard.
Barristan Selmy: The man who profaned his blade with the blood of the king he had sworn to defend!
Cersei Lannister: Careful, ser!
Lord Varys: We have nothing but gratitude for your long service, good ser. You shall be given a stout keep beside the sea, with servants to look after your every need.
Barristan Selmy: A hall to die in, and men to bury me.
[Selmy angrily removes his armor and throws it on the ground]
Barristan Selmy: I am a knight! I shall die a knight!
Petyr Baelish: A naked knight, apparently.
[the court laughs, except Sansa who feels sorry for the veteran knight. The crowd suddenly falls into silence as Ser Barristan draws his sword. The other Kingsguard knights draw their swords too]
Barristan Selmy: [to the other knights of the Kingsguard] Even now, I could cut through the five of you like carving a cake!
Barristan Selmy: Here, boy!
[Selmy defiantly throws the sword down at the foot of the Iron Throne]
Barristan Selmy: Melt it down and add it to the others!
[Selmy stalks out of the courtroom. No one dares to stop him]
Lord Varys: [while visiting Ned in the black cells] Lord Stark. You must be thirsty.
[he offers Ned a canteen]
Eddard Stark: Varys.
Lord Varys: I promise you, it isn't poison.
[Ned doesn't move]
Lord Varys: Why is it no one ever trusts the eunuch?
[he opens the canteen, takes a drink, and hands it to Ned, who gulps it down]
Lord Varys: Not so much, my lord. I would save the rest if I were you. Hide it. Men have been known to die of thirst in these cells.
Eddard Stark: What about my daughters?
Lord Varys: The younger one seems to have escaped the castle. Even my little birds cannot find her.
Eddard Stark: And Sansa?
Lord Varys: Still engaged to Joffrey. Cersei will keep her close. The rest of your household are... all dead, it grieves me to say. I do so hate the sight of blood.
Eddard Stark: You watched my men being slaughtered and did nothing.
Lord Varys: And would again, my lord. I was unarmed, unarmored, and surrounded by Lannister swords. When you look at me, do you see a hero?
Lord Varys: What madness led you to tell the queen you'd learned the truth about Joffrey's birth?
Eddard Stark: The madness of mercy. That she might save her children.
Lord Varys: Ah, the children. It's always the innocents who suffer. It wasn't the wine that killed Robert, nor the boar. The wine slowed him down and the boar ripped him open, but it was your mercy that killed the king.
Lord Varys: I trust you know you're a dead man, Lord Eddard.
Eddard Stark: The queen can't kill me. Cat holds her brother.
Lord Varys: The wrong brother, sadly, and lost to her. Your wife has let the Imp slip through her fingers.
Eddard Stark: If that's true... then slit my throat and be done with it.
Lord Varys: Not today, my lord.
[he turns to leave]
Eddard Stark: Tell me something, Varys. Who do you truly serve?
Lord Varys: The realm, my lord. Someone must.
[he walks away, leaving Ned in the darkness]
[Thorne teases Jon for his father's alleged treason]
Alliser Thorne: Now there's a rare sight. Not only a bastard, but a traitor's bastard.
[Jon attacks Thorne. The other people in the room stop him]
Robb Stark: There must always be a Stark in Winterfell. Until I return that will be you. You are not to leave the castle walls while we are gone, do you understand? Listen to Maester Luwin. Look after your little brother.
Bran Stark: I will.
Robb Stark: I'll send messages whenever I can. If you don't hear from me, don't be scared. Til I return.
Osha: I tried telling your brother, he's marching the wrong way. All these swords, they should be going north, boy, not south. The cold winds are rising.
[Sam, Jon, Bowen Marsh 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 Mormont: It's Othor, without a doubt.
Bowen Marsh: The other one is Jafer Flowers, My Lord, less the hand the wolf tore off.
Jeor Mormont: Any sign of Benjen or the rest of his party?
[Marsh shakes hid head. Sam bends over the corpses]
Jon Snow: Just these two, My Lord. Been dead awhile, I'd say.
Samwell Tarly: The smell.
[Marsh bends over the corpses and sniffs them]
Bowen Marsh: What smell?
Samwell Tarly: [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 Snow: We should burn them.
Bowen Marsh: Snow's not wrong, My Lord. Fire will do for them. The Wildling way.
Jeor Mormont: I want Maester Aemon to examine them first.
[Mormont turns to Sam]
Jeor Mormont: You may be a coward, Tarly, but you're not stupid.
[Sam smiles shyly]
Jeor Mormont: Get them inside.