Game of Thrones, Season 3

Catelyn Stark:
He complained about this marriage the entire way from Riverrun, and now look at him.

Brynden Tully:
The Gods love to reward a fool.

Catelyn Stark:
Uncle!

Brynden Tully:
What? He's my nephew, I love him, and, he's a damn fool.

[Next to them, Roose Bolton prevents a servant girl from pouring him wine.]

Catelyn Stark:
Don't you drink, Lord Bolton?

Roose Bolton:
Never do, my Lady, dulls the senses.

Brynden Tully:
That's the point. Didn't you marry one of these Frey girls?

Roose Bolton:
Aye, Lord Walder let me choose any of his granddaughters and promised me the girl's weight in silver as a dowry. So, I have a fat young bride.

Catelyn Stark:
I hope she makes you very happy.

Roose Bolton:
Well, she's made me very rich.

Brynden Tully:
Pardon, my Lord, my Lady, I need to find a tree to piss on.