Game of Thrones, Season 6

Ramsay Bolton:
The Umbers are a famously loyal house.

Harald Karstark:
Famously loyal to the Starks.

Smalljon Umber:
And you, Lord Karstark, your people share blood with the Starks, don't they? But here we are. Times change.

Ramsay Bolton:
When my father became Warden of the North, your house refused to pledge their banners.

Smalljon Umber:
Your father was a cunt.

Ramsay Bolton:
My beloved father, the Warden.

Smalljon Umber:
Your father was a cunt and that's why you killed him. I might've done the same to my father have he hadn't done me the favor of dying on his own.

Ramsay Bolton:
My father was poisoned by our enemies.

Smalljon Umber:
Hmm.

Ramsay Bolton:
Why have you come to Winterfell, Lord Umber?

Smalljon Umber:
The bastard Jon Snow let an army of wildlings past the Wall. We're farther North than any of you fuckers. Wildlings come down, we always have to fight them first. I like fighting wildlings, been doing it all me life. But there are too many of them for us to beat back alone.

Ramsay Bolton:
So now you've come seeking help.

Smalljon Umber:
We need to help each other. The colder it gets, the farther south those goat fuckers will roam. Won't take 'em long to get here.

Ramsay Bolton:
You think a horde of wildlings can take Winterfell?

Smalljon Umber:
If they got Jon Snow leading them, maybe. He knows this place better than we ever will.

Ramsay Bolton:
Pledge your banners to House Bolton. Swear loyalty to me as Warden of the North, and we will fight together to destroy the bastard and all his wildling friends.

Smalljon Umber:
I'm not kissing your fucking hand.

Ramsay Bolton:
Traditionally a bannerman kneels before his lord.

Smalljon Umber:
I'm not doing that either.

Ramsay Bolton:
Why would I trust a man who won't honor tradition?

Smalljon Umber:
Your father honored tradition. Knelt for Robb Stark, called him King of the North. Was Robb Stark right to trust your father?

Ramsay Bolton:
Then it appears we're at a bit of an impasse.

Smalljon Umber:
Fuck kneeling and fuck oaths. I've got a gift for you.

Ramsay Bolton:
A girl, I hope. I prefer redheads.

Smalljon Umber:
A girl, aye. A wild one.

[Two hooded captives are brought in. One hood is removed, revealing Osha]

Ramsay Bolton:
I like them wild.

Smalljon Umber:
And the boy. Nice and young. The way Karstark likes them.

Ramsay Bolton:
Who is this?

Smalljon Umber:
Rickon Stark.

Ramsay Bolton:
How do I know that's Rickon Stark?

[Smalljon places the severed head of Shaggydog on a table. Ramsay grins wickedly]

Ramsay Bolton:
Welcome home, Lord Stark.