- Spoilers (1)
Sansa Stark: If I'm going to die, let it happen while there is still some of me left.
Lord Varys: Hello, old friend. I thought we were so happy together until you abandoned me.
Tyrion Lannister: I suppose there's no point asking how you found me.
Lord Varys: The birds sing in the west, the birds sing in the east, if one knows how to listen. They tell me you've already found favor with the Mother of Dragons.
Tyrion Lannister: Well, she didn't execute me, so that's a promising start. Now the heroes are off to find her, and I'm stuck here trying to placate a city on the brink of civil war. Any advice for an old comrade?
Lord Varys: Information is the key. You need to learn your enemy's strengths and strategies. You need to learn which of your friends are not your friends.
Tyrion Lannister: If only I knew someone with a vast network of spies.
Lord Varys: If only. A grand old city, choking on violence, corruption, and deceit. Who could possibly have any experience managing such a massive ungainly beast?
Tyrion Lannister: I did miss you.
Lord Varys: Oh, I know.
Septa Unella: [ringing a bell during Cersei's walk of penance] Shame, shame, shame!
Jaime Lannister: We don't choose who we love. It just... well... it's beyond our control. I sound like an idiot.
Myrcella Baratheon: No, you don't.
Jaime Lannister: What I'm trying to say, what I'm trying and failing to say...
Myrcella Baratheon: I know what you're trying to say.
Jaime Lannister: No, I'm afraid you don't.
Myrcella Baratheon: I do.
[Myrcella takes Jaime's hand]
Myrcella Baratheon: I know. About you and mother. I think a part of me always knew. And I'm glad. I'm glad that you're my father.
[they embrace each other]
Daario Naharis: [describing Grey Worm] He's the toughest man with no balls I've ever met!
[after the battle is over, Ramsay walks among the remains of Stannis' army, finishing survivors]
Ramsay Bolton: [to his squire] Looks like we're done here.
[Ramsay heads back to his horse, but then he hears an agonized groan. He turns back and sees an injured Baratheon soldier, who tries to crawl away. Smiling, Ramsay approaches the soldier]
Baratheon Soldier #1: I surrender! I surrender!
Ramsay Bolton: [nods] And I accept your surrender.
[mercilessly, Ramsay stabs the injured soldier in his back, killing him. He sighs, smiling sadistically and returns to his horse]
Ramsay Bolton: [to the squire] Let's head back. My wife must be lonely.
[Stannis lies wounded beneath a tree after his army has been defeated by the Boltons. Brienne approaches him]
Stannis Baratheon: Bolton has women fighting for him?
Brienne of Tarth: I don't fight for the Boltons. I'm Brienne of Tarth. I was Kingsguard to Renly Baratheon. I was there when he was murdered by a shadow with your face. You murdered him with blood magic?
Stannis Baratheon: I did.
Brienne of Tarth: [draws Oathkeeper] In the name of Renly of House Baratheon, First of His Name, Rightful King of the Andals and the First Men, Lord of the Seven Kingdoms and Protector of the Realm, I, Brienne of Tarth, sentence you to die. Do you have any last words?
Stannis Baratheon: Go on, do your duty.
[Brienne pauses while contemplating Stannis' words. She swings Oathkeeper]