Game of Thrones, Season 5

Cersei Lannister:
If there's nothing else...

Petyr Baelish:
There is another matter, your Grace. Something so urgent I couldn't trust the words to a raven. You once charged me with finding Arya Stark. To my shame, I failed you. But I have found Sansa Stark. Alive and well. At home again. Living at Winterfell.

Cersei Lannister:
That's not possible!

Petyr Baelish:
My sources are well placed. They tell me Roose Bolton plans to marry her to his son Ramsay, a bastard recently legitimized by King Tommen.

Cersei Lannister:
Roose Bolton is Warden of the North by the grace of my father.

Petyr Baelish:
Indeed. His reward for stabbing his own king in the heart.

Cersei Lannister:
We were fools to trust a turncloak.

Petyr Baelish:
Marrying his son to the last of the Starks gives him more legitimacy in the North than an alliance with a hated southern house.

Cersei Lannister:
I will skin him and his bastard like that wretch on their bloody sigil!

Petyr Baelish:
I would counsel patience, your Grace.

Cersei Lannister:
Patience!? Sansa helped murder my son, Roose Bolton is a traitor!

Petyr Baelish:
Stannis Baratheon is also a traitor, marching with his army on Winterfell. Let Stannis and Roose battle. Let the enemies of the Throne slaughter each other, and when they're done, seize Winterfell from whichever thief survives.

Cersei Lannister:
Winterfell is a thousand miles away from here. The weather has already begun to turn.

Petyr Baelish:
That is why it is critical to strike soon while the victor still licks his wounds. Surely, your uncle Kevan could muster a force.

Cersei Lannister:
My uncle Kevan has all the courage of a kitchen mouse.

Petyr Baelish:
Ser Jaime then.

Cersei Lannister:
Jaime is away on a sensitive diplomatic mission. I have no idea when he'll be back.

Petyr Baelish:
Perhaps I can help. The knights of the Vale are some of the best fighters in Westeros. Trained to battle in the ice and the snow.

Cersei Lannister:
Forgive me, Lord Baelish, your reputation is a moneylender and profit-keeper, not a military man.

Petyr Baelish:
You wouldn't risk a single Lannister soldier or a single coin from the royal treasury. What do you have to lose? A brothelkeeper?

Cersei Lannister:
And if you succeed?

Petyr Baelish:
Name me Warden of the North?

Cersei Lannister:
I'll speak to the King this evening. Have an issue of royal decree.

Petyr Baelish:
I'll not rest until the lion flies over Winterfell.

Cersei Lannister:
And I'll know you're a man of your word when I see Sansa Stark's head on a spike.

Petyr Baelish:
As I said, I live to serve.