Game of Thrones, Season 1

Ned Stark:
I'm sending you both back to Winterfell.

Sansa Stark:
What?

Ned Stark:
Listen...

Sansa Stark:
What about Joffrey?

Arya Stark:
Are you dying because of your leg? Is that why you're sending us home?

Ned Stark:
What? No.

Sansa Stark:
Please father, please! Please don't!

Arya Stark:
You can't! I've got my lessons with Syrio! I'm finally getting good!

Ned Stark:
This isn't a punishment. I want you back in Winterfell for your own safety.

Arya Stark:
Can't we take Syrio back with us.

Sansa Stark Who cares about your stupid dancing teacher? I can't go! I'm supposed to marry Prince Joffrey! I love him! And I'm meant to be his queen and have his babies!

Arya Stark:
Seven hells!

Ned Stark:
When you're old enough, I'll make you a match with someone who is worthy of you. Someone who is brave and gentle and strong.

Sansa Stark:
I don't want someone brave and gentle and strong. I want him. [Arya and Ned exchange an amused look at Sansa’s inadvertent characterization of Joffrey.] He'll be the greatest king there ever was, a golden lion, and I'll give him sons with beautiful blond hair.

[A look of realization spreads across Ned's face after listening to the last part of Sansa's statement.]

Arya Stark:
The lion's not his sigil, idiot. He's a stag like his father.

Sansa Stark:
He is not! He is nothing like that old, drunk king.

Ned Stark:
Go on, girls. Get your septas and start packing your things.

Sansa Stark:
Wait!

Arya Stark:
Come on!

Sansa Stark:
But it's not fair!

[The girls leave the room and Ned reopens the book of lineages to the page of the Baratheon family.]

Ned Stark:
Lord Orys Baratheon, black of hair...Axel Baratheon, black of hair...Lyonel Baratheon, black of hair...Steffon Baratheon, black of hair...Robert Baratheon, black of hair...Joffrey Baratheon, goldenhead.

[Ned's eyes widen as he puts the pieces together. He closes the book.]