Game of Thrones, Season 2

[Theon Greyjoy rallies his men for battle. A horn blows outside Winterfell]

Theon Greyjoy:
You hear that? That's the mating call of the Northmen. They want to f*** us! Well, I haven't had a good f*** in weeks, I'm ready for one! [his men laugh] They say every Ironborn man is worth a dozen from the mainland. You think they're right?!

Black Lorren:
Aye.

Theon Greyjoy:
We die today, brothers. We die bleeding from a hundred wounds, with arrows in our necks and spears in our guts...but our war cries will echo through eternity! They will sing about the Battle of Winterfell until the Iron Islands have slipped beneath the waves! Every man, woman and child will know who we were and how long we stood! Aggar and Gelmar, Wex and Urzen, Stygg and Black Lorren! Ironborn warriors will cry out our names as they leap onto the shores of Seagard and Faircastle.

Ironborn:
Aye!

Theon Greyjoy:
Mothers will name their sons for us!

Ironborn:
Aye!

Theon Greyjoy:
Girls will think of us with us with their lovers inside them!

Ironborn:
Aye! [the horn blows again]

Theon Greyjoy:
And whoever kills that f***ing horn blower will stand in bronze above the shores of Pyke!

Ironborn:
Aye!

Theon Greyjoy:
WHAT IS DEAD MAY NEVER DIE!

Ironborn:
What is dead may never die! [As Theon screams a war cry, Dagmer hits him over the head with a spear, knocking him out]

Black Lorren:
Thought he'd never shut up.

Dagmer Cleftjaw:
It was a good speech. Didn't want to interrupt.