[Catelyn is making a prayer wheel. Talisa approaches her]
Talisa Maegyr: May I help you, Lady Stark?
Catelyn Stark: No.
Talisa Maegyr: I'm sorry, I shouldn't have...
Catelyn Stark: You can't help because a mother makes one for her children to protect them. Only a mother can make them.
Talisa Maegyr: You've made them before?
Catelyn Stark: Twice.
Talisa Maegyr: Did they work?
Catelyn Stark: After a fashion. I prayed for my son Bran to survive his fall. Many years before that, one of the boys came down with the pox. Maester Luwin said if he made it through the night, he'd live. But it would be a very long night. So I sat with him all through the darkness, listened to his ragged little breaths, his coughing, his whimpering.
Talisa Maegyr: Which boy?
Catelyn Stark: Jon Snow. When my husband brought that baby home from the war, I couldn't bear to look at him, didn't want to see those brown stranger's eyes staring at me. So I prayed to the gods "Take him away, make him die". He got the pox and I knew I was the worst woman who ever lived. A murderer. I'd condemned this poor, innocent child to a horrible death all because I was jealous of his mother, a woman he didn't even know! So I prayed to all Seven Gods "Let the boy live. Let him live and I'll love him. I'll be a mother to him. I'll beg my husband to give him a true name, to call him Stark and be done with it, to make him one of us".
Talisa Maegyr: And he lived?
Catelyn Stark: And he lived. And I couldn't keep my promise. And everything that's happened since then, all this horror that's come to my family... it's all because I couldn't love a motherless child.
Arya Stark: I'm not listening!
Gendry: But just explain it to me. He offered to have any three people you wanted dead. All you had to do was give him the names. Anyone. You could have picked King Joffrey.
Arya Stark: Shut up!
Gendry: You could have picked Tywin Lannister.
Arya Stark: Jaqen got us out of Harrenhal. So why are you complaining?
Gendry: Because you could have ended the war!
Osha: Isn't he ashamed, your brother? Needing you to protect him?
Meera Reed: Where's the shame in that?
Osha: Any boy his age who needs his sister to protect him, is going to find himself needing lots of protecting.
Meera Reed: Some people will always need help. That doesn't mean they're not worth helping.
Arya Stark: Where are we going?
Arya Stark: If we were going north, we should have come to the red fork river by now.
Hot Pie: Maybe we already passed it.
Arya Stark: It's a hundred feet wide. How could we have passed it?
Jojen Reed: I'm unarmed.
Osha: That was poor planning.
Jojen Reed: My sister carries the weapons.
[Meera sneaks up behind her with a knife]
Meera Reed: I'm better with them. Drop the spear. Drop it!
Jojen Reed: I'm Jojen Reed, this is my sister Meera. We've come a long way to find you, Brandon and we have much farther to go.
Thoros of Myr: [Arya, Gendry, and Hot Pie have been cornered by the Brotherhood Without Banners] What's lurking behind that wall? A lion? A wolf?
Anguy: Just a dirty little cub, I think.
Thoros of Myr: Loose a few more shafts.
Arya Stark: Don't!
[Arya steps out of their hiding place, sword in hand]
Thoros of Myr: Put the sword down, girl.
Arya Stark: You go on down the road. Just keep on singing so we know where you are. Leave us be, and I won't kill you.
Anguy: [the outlaws laugh] Generous.
Thoros of Myr: [smiling] You're a dangerous person. I like dangerous people.
Thoros of Myr: Why are your friends so shy?
Arya Stark: What friends?
Anguy: The fat one to your left and the lad beside him.
[Arya glances at Gendry, who reluctantly pulls Hot Pie out of their hiding place]
Thoros of Myr: Three young ones on the run, carrying castle-forged swords. You escape from Harrenhal?
Arya Stark: Who are you?
Thoros of Myr: Thoros of Myr. And the fellow here with the bow is Anguy.
Arya Stark: No, who do you fight for?
Thoros of Myr: The Brotherhood Without Banners. Now come along. I want to hear how two boys and a very dangerous girl escaped Harrenhal.
Hot Pie: I'm not going with them. The Brotherhood? That's who the Mountain and them were out looking for. They'll bring us back and put rats in us.
Thoros of Myr: You've got nothing to fear from us, son. The lords of Westeros want to burn the countryside. We're trying to save it. Now come on. We'll talk some more over brown bread and stew. And then you can go on your way.
[shaking his head, Hot Pie takes a step back. Thoros looks at Anguy, who nocks an arrow to his bow]
Anguy: Here's the thing, fat boy.
[he fires the arrow into the sky]
Anguy: When I'm done talking, that arrow's falling down on your fat head. So I advise you move, because I'm done talking.
[Hot Pie quickly steps to the side, just before the arrow strikes the ground where he had been standing]
Shae: I'm worried about Sansa. When she spoke with Lord Baelish, his... friend warned me about him.
Tyrion Lannister: Baelish doesn't have friends.
Shae: I don't know her name.
Tyrion Lannister: Oh, Ros? The redhead?
Shae: How do you know her?
Tyrion Lannister: I try to know as many people as I can. You never know which one you'll need.
Shae: She's a whore.
Tyrion Lannister: Yes, well, we shouldn't be judgmental about these things.
Shae: You fucked her.
Tyrion Lannister: Oh, please.
[Shae gives him a look]
Tyrion Lannister: All right, yes, I fucked her once.
[Shae continues to stare at him]
Tyrion Lannister: Twice.
[Shae pushes him away]
Tyrion Lannister: But since I met you, my lady, I've been with no one else.
Shae: And? Was she good? Did you like her?
Tyrion Lannister: Not as much as I like you, obviously, or she'd be the one torturing me right now. What did she say about Littlefinger?
Shae: That Sansa shouldn't trust him.
Tyrion Lannister: Is there an idiot in any village who trusts Littlefinger?
Tormund Giantsbane: [Jon and Mance come upon Ygritte and Tormund, who are watching Orell's eagle as Orell himself sits on the ground in a trance] Shouldn't be long now.
Jon Snow: What's wrong with him?
Mance Rayder: 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 Rayder: Orell!
[Orell wakes from his trance]
Mance Rayder: Where were you this time?
Orell: The Fist of the First Men.
Mance Rayder: What did you see?
[Orell looks at Jon and chuckles humorlessly]
Orell: Dead crows.
Rast: [Rast sees Sam crying on the march back to the Wall] What's the matter, Piggy? You crying 'cause you're cold? There's two hundred brothers killed by dead men, and you're still here, whimpering. That seem fair to you? I seen 'em torn to pieces fighting while you was off somewhere hiding in a hole. Why don't you lie down and rest for a while, eh? You know you want to.
[Rast walks on ahead, and Sam sinks to his knees. Grenn looks back and sees Sam on the ground]
Grenn: [to Edd] Hey.
[he and Edd walk back to Sam]
Grenn: Get up, Sam.
Samwell Tarly: [sobbing] No.
Grenn: Get up!
[Sam whimpers something that sounds like "I can't"]
Grenn: If you stop, you'll die.
Eddison Tollett: Of course, if you don't stop, you'll probably die too.
Samwell Tarly: You don't care.
Grenn: Of course we care.
Samwell Tarly: You left me. When the white walkers came, you left me.
Eddison Tollett: Aye, we left you. You're fat, and you're slow. We didn't want to die.
[Sam starts sobbing again. Grenn gives Edd a disapproving look; Edd shrugs]
Grenn: Help me get him up.
[Grenn and Edd struggle to pull Sam to his feet as Rast walks back to them]
Rast: Looks like that piggy is done for.
Grenn: Help us get him him up.
Rast: He's slowing us down.
Grenn: Just get him up!
Rast: Why? So the rest of us can die? We'll move faster without him.
[Mormont walks over]
Jeor Mormont: What is this? Get up, Tarly!
[Grenn and Edd finally get Sam on his feet]
Jeor Mormont: Is he all right?
Grenn: Aye, I think so.
Rast: If he can't, we may as well just go without him...
Jeor Mormont: That's enough! Tarly... I forbid you to die. Do you hear me?
Rast: Why should the rest of us go...
Jeor Mormont: Rast, you're responsible for him.
Samwell Tarly: What am I supposed to do?
Jeor Mormont: Make sure he gets back alive. If he doesn't, you don't.
[he walks back to the column]
Jeor Mormont: Move on!
Rast: [under his breath to Sam, in disgust] I'm not dying for you, Piggy. You hear me?
Anguy: [about Hot Pie] Half the country's starving, and look at this one.
Thoros of Myr: Maybe he's the reason half the country's starving.
Shae: [about Sansa] We have to protect her.
Tyrion Lannister: We can't. Now that the Lannisters have discarded her, Sansa will have many suitors. A great beauty with a very old name.
Shae: [offended] A great beaut... oh, a great beauty?
Tyrion Lannister: Yes, she is, objectively, very. Her face is quite pleasing to other men, and to women, people in general. But not to me, of course. I only have eyes for you.
Shae: You pervert! You want her? This child?
Tyrion Lannister: I don't even want to talk about her.
Shae: But you ARE!
Tyrion Lannister: Only because you're making me!
Shae: [scoffing] I didn't force you to open your mouth and make words come out.
Tyrion Lannister: This is cruel and unfair. Cruelly unfair.
Shae: Aww, the cruelty. "Shae's so cruel to me."
Tyrion Lannister: Mmm, yes.
Shae: [Shae kisses him, then starts undressing him] Now do you think I'm cruel?
Tyrion Lannister: Only if you stop.
Bran Stark: When my father died, I dreamt it.
Jojen Reed: You didn't dream it, you saw it. So did I.
Bran Stark: You have the sight, too?
Jojen Reed: [Jojen nods] When I told my father about your father, for the first time in my life, I saw him cry.
Bran Stark: And your father is Howland Reed?
Jojen Reed: Yeah.
Bran Stark: He saved my father's life during the rebellion.
Jojen Reed: Your father told you about the rebellion? Mine never did. But I saw that, too.
Bran Stark: What else have you seen?
Jojen Reed: Only one thing that matters. You.
Thoros of Myr: [Thoros is drunkenly telling the outlaws a story while Arya and her friends eat] Never liked the skinny ones. Like drinking from a puddle. Not that I'm averse to drinking from a puddle every now and again, you understand.
[Thoros tries to pour a cup for Arya]
Arya Stark: I don't drink ale.
Thoros of Myr: There's no story so good, a drink won't make it better.
Thoros of Myr: You see? They've all suffered through my bouts of sobriety, it's very tedious for all concerned. Now, how did three children...
Arya Stark: We're not children.
Arya Stark: How did three young persons such as yourselves, untrained in the art of war, escape from Harrenhal?
Arya Stark: Gendry's a smith. He was apprenticed in the armory.
Thoros of Myr: A smith, eh?
Thoros of Myr: Where'd you train?
[Gendry and Arya exchange a look]
Gendry: King's Landing. Tobho Mott's shop.
Thoros of Myr: That criminal! He charges twice as much as every other armorer in the city.
Gendry: That's because he's twice as good.
Thoros of Myr: A-ha! A smith AND a salesman.
Arya Stark: Gendry stole us weapons.
Thoros of Myr: Ah. Fought your way out of Harrenhal, I see.
Arya Stark: He knows how to use a sword, and so do I.
[the outlaws laugh]
Arya Stark: My brothers taught me.
[the outlaws laugh again. Arya stands up, draws her sword, and points it at Thoros' chest]
[Thoros looks at Arya for a moment, then suddenly stands up, draws his own sword, and disarms her in one smooth motion. He grabs a drink off a nearby table and raises it]
Thoros of Myr: To your brothers!
[the outlaws cheer]
Thoros of Myr: You can finish your meals before you go. It may be a while before you see another.
Arya Stark: You'll free us?
Thoros of Myr: I gave you my word. But before you go, allow me to raise a cup to...
Anguy: [Anguy and another group of outlaws walk in, escorting a tall hooded man] Hey!
[the outlaws cheer]
Thoros of Myr: [laughing] That is an uncommonly large person. How does one manage to subdue such an uncommonly large person?
Anguy: One waits for him to drink until he passes out.
Thoros of Myr: Poor man. You have my sympathy.
[he pulls off the hood, revealing the face of Sandor Clegane]
Thoros of Myr: A-ha! Not a man at all. A Hound!
[the outlaws howl mockingly]
Thoros of Myr: So good to see you again, Clegane.
Sandor 'The Hound' Clegane: Thoros? The fuck you doing here?
Thoros of Myr: Drinking and talking too much, same as ever.
[the outlaws laugh]
Thoros of Myr: A pretty prize, lads!
[Arya gets up and tries to leave the room unnoticed, but the Hound sees her]
Sandor 'The Hound' Clegane: Girl!
[Arya stops; the Hound turns back to Thoros]
Sandor 'The Hound' Clegane: What in seven hells are you doing with the Stark bitch?
[they both turn to stare at Arya]
Mance Rayder: Was it hard for you to kill the Halfhand?
Jon Snow: Yes.
Mance Rayder: 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 Snow: I understand.
Mance Rayder: Well, how could you understand?
Jon Snow: You want to protect your people.
Mance Rayder: 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 Snow: No.
Mance Rayder: I told them we were all going to die if we don't get south. Because that's the truth.
Jaime Lannister: [Brienne is trying to decide whether or not to cross an exposed bridge] It's a tough decision. Take the bridge and risk being seen, or cross the great water.
Brienne of Tarth: Silence, Kingslayer.
Jaime Lannister: Anyone can see us on the bridge, but cross by water and the current could take us, or I could escape down the river.
Brienne of Tarth: Good luck.
Jaime Lannister: It's wonderful to watch you wrestle with these dilemmas. Which will she choose?
[cut to Brienne and Jaime walking across the bridge]
Jaime Lannister: Gambler at heart. Wouldn't have guessed.
Brienne of Tarth: Be quick about it.
Jojen Reed: [about Summer, Bran's direwolf] You can get inside his head, see through his eyes.
Bran Stark: Only when I'm asleep.
Jojen Reed: Well, that's how it begins until you learn to control it. You're a warg.
Bran Stark: It's not just wolves. Sometimes in my dreams, there's a...
Jojen Reed: Three-eyed raven?
Bran Stark: You've seen it?
Jojen Reed: We saw him together. You haven't forgotten?
Bran Stark: Does it have anything to do with warging?
Jojen Reed: No, the raven is something different, something deeper. The raven brings the sight.
Margaery Tyrell: Lady Sansa, it is an honor to present my grandmother, the Lady Olenna of House Tyrell.
Olenna Tyrell: Kiss me, child.
[she extends her hand, and Sansa kisses it]
Olenna Tyrell: It's so good of you to visit me and my foolish flock of hens. We're very sorry for your losses.
Sansa Stark: And I was sorry when I heard of Lord Renly's death, Lady Margaery. He was very gallant.
Olenna Tyrell: 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 Tyrell: Renly was brave and gentle, Grandmother. Father liked him, and so did Loras.
Olenna Tyrell: 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 Tyrell: Grandmother! What will Sansa think of us?
Olenna Tyrell: She might think we have some wits about us. One of us, at any rate.
[she looks at Sansa]
Olenna Tyrell: 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 doesn't know what to say]
Olenna Tyrell: Do you know my son? The Lord of Highgarden?
Sansa Stark: I haven't had the pleasure.
Olenna Tyrell: 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 Stark: I... I...
Olenna Tyrell: 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 Tyrell: Has he ripped out your tongue?
Sansa Stark: [stammering] Joff - KING Joffrey, he, His Grace, is very fair and handsome and as brave as a lion...
Olenna Tyrell: 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 Tyrell: 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 Tyrell: Bring me some cheese.
Server: The cheese will be served after the cakes, my lady.
Olenna Tyrell: The cheese will be served when I want it served, and I want it served now.
[the server bows and leaves]
Olenna Tyrell: [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 Stark: My father always told the truth.
Olenna Tyrell: Yes, he had that reputation. And they named him "traitor" and took his head.
Sansa Stark: [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.
Margaery Tyrell: Go on.
Sansa Stark: [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 Tyrell: She's terrified, Grandmother, just look at her.
Olenna Tyrell: Speak freely, child. We would never betray your confidence, I swear it.
Sansa Stark: [Sansa pauses, then looks fearfully at Olenna] He's a monster.
[neither Olenna nor Margaery react]
Olenna Tyrell: Oh. That's a pity.
Sansa Stark: Please don't stop the wedding.
Olenna Tyrell: [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.
[she looks up and sees the server approaching]
Olenna Tyrell: Ah! Here comes my cheese.