If we do that, they'll never get back across. Well? What did he say? Lord Walder has granted your crossing. - His men are yours as well - Greatjon: Huh. Less the 400 he will keep here to hold...
Whoa, whoa. Your Grace. You're afraid of her. - And she knows it. - I'm not afraid of her. May I help you, Lady Stark? No. I'm sorry, I shouldn't have You can't...
- I thought he killed you. - He did. But how? Thoros how many times have you brought me back? It's the Lord of Light brings you back. I'm just the lucky drunk who says the words. - How...
What are you doing? Just mending Lord Beric's armor. Why? I'm going to stay on and smith for the Brotherhood. Have you lost your mind? When the Lannisters find this place, you think...
Lover's quarrel? I'm sorry. Do I? Sansa dear, this is Lord Baelish. He's known an old friend of the family. I've known your mother a long long time. - Why do they call...
Xaro: So, tell me, how long has your manservant been in love with you? He's not my manservant and he's not in love with me. He's my advisor, my friend. Unlikely. I can almost...
You understand. Let me stand at least. Let me go with a bit of dignity. Make the crow kill him. You're one of us now. Prove it. The wolves are out there. I can't do it by choice. I...
Hey, where's everyone going? What's happening? They're taking him to the Sept of Baelor. Who? The Hand of the King. - Traitor! - Coward! Baelor. Baelor! Traitor! Traitor! I am...
Where's Arya? Sansa, where's your sister? - Hey hey hey hey. <br>- Ohh. What are you doing with that on? Go on. Move! Your Grace. You've got fat. - Cat!...
HOT PlE: The sour cherries was all crushed up and ready. GENDRY: Shut up. HOT PlE: Probably in the piecrust by now. ln the oven. The nice, warm oven. Shut up. What did you bring? The cheese could be...