Game of Thrones, Season 6

[Jon Snow arranges for a parley with Ramsay Bolton outside Winterfell]

Jon Snow:
[to Sansa] You don't have to be here.

Sansa Stark:
Yes I do.

Ramsay Bolton:
My beloved wife. I have missed you terribly. [to Jon] Thank you, for returning Lady Bolton safely. Now, dismount and kneel before me. Surrender your army, and proclaim me the true Lord of Winterfell and Warden of the North. I will pardon you for deserting the Night's Watch, I will pardon these treasonous Lords for betraying my House. Come, bastard. You don't have the men, you don't have the horses. And you don't have Winterfell! Why lead those poor souls into slaughter? There's no need for a battle. Get off your horse... and kneel. [smirks] I am a man of mercy.

Jon Snow:
You're right. There's no need for a battle. Thousands of men don't need to die. Only one of us. Let's end this the old way. You, against me.

[After a pause, Ramsay starts to laugh]

Ramsay Bolton:
I keep hearing stories about you, bastard. The way people in the North talk about you, you're the greatest swordsman who ever walked! Maybe you are that good, maybe not. I don't know if I'd beat you, but I know that my army will beat yours. I have six thousand men, you have...what? Half that? Not even?

Jon Snow:
[smiles] Aye, you have the numbers. Will your men want to fight for you, when they hear you wouldn't fight for them?

Ramsay Bolton:
[to Sansa] He's good. Very good. Tell me, will you let your little brother die because you're too proud to surrender?

Sansa Stark:
How do we know you have him?

[Lord "Smalljon" Umber throws the head of Rickon's direwolf at Jon's feet.]

Ramsay Bolton:
Now, if you want to sa––

Sansa Stark:
You're going to die tomorrow, Lord Bolton. [the conviction in Sansa's voice momentarily stuns Ramsey] Sleep well. [she rides away]

Ramsay Bolton:
[smiles] She's a fine woman, your sister. I look forward to having her back in my bed. And you're all fine-looking men. [laughs] My dogs are desperate to meet you. I haven't fed them for seven days, they're ravenous! I wonder which parts they'll try first? Your eyes? Your balls! We'll find out soon enough. In the morning, then... bastard.