Game of Thrones, Season 4

[Ramsay and a shaking, semi-catatonic Theon/Reek meet with Roose]

Ramsay:
Father.

Roose:
What did you do to him?

Ramsay:
I trained him. He was a slow learner, but he learned.

Roose:
You flayed him.

Ramsay:
Peeled a few bits. Removed a few others.

Roose:
This was Balon Greyjoy's son and heir.

Ramsay:
We've been flaying our enemies for a thousand years. The flayed man is on our banners.

Roose:
My banners, not yours. You're not a Bolton, you're a Snow. Tywin Lannister has given me the North, but he won't lift a finger to help me take it. As long as the Ironborn hold Moat Cailin, our armies are trapped south of the Neck. Theon was a valuable hostage, not your plaything. I wanted to trade him for Moat Cailin.

Ramsay:
I already asked. Lord Greyjoy refused. Savages have-

Roose:
You sent terms to Balon Greyjoy without my consent?

Ramsay:
You made me Acting Lord of the Dreadfort. I acted.

Roose:
I had to smuggle myself into my own lands thanks to the Greyjoys. I needed Theon. I needed him whole.

Ramsay:
Theon was our enemy. But Reek? Reek will never betray us.

Roose:
I place far too much trust in you.

Ramsay:
Reek, how could you let me stand before my father unshaven? It's disrespectful.

Theon/Reek:
Sorry, my lord.

Ramsay:
[to Locke] Give him the razor.

[Ramsay sits in a chair and Theon/Reek is handed a razor]

Ramsay:
I'm not a Bolton, father. What does it matter? Go on, Reek. A nice, close shave.

[Reek begins carefully shaving Ramsay]

Ramsay:
Reek, tell father, where are Bran and Rickon Stark?

Theon/Reek:
I don't know, my lord.

Roose:
You murdered them and displayed their corpses at Winterfell.

Ramsay:
Reek, did you murder the Stark boys?

Theon/Reek:
No, my lord. Just two farm boys.

Ramsay:
And crisped them so no one would know.

Theon/Reek:
Yes, my lord.

Ramsay:
The Starks have always ruled the North. If Bran and Rickon are alive, the country will rally to their side now that Robb Stark is gone.

[Theon/Reek stops shaving]

Ramsay:
Oh, that's right, Reek. Robb Stark is dead. Sorry. I know he was like a brother to you, but my father put a knife through his heart. How do you feel about that?

[Theon/Reek pauses a moment but then resumes and completes the shave]

Roose:
You ready for a hunt?

Locke:
Always.

Roose:
Find those boys and I'll give a thousand acres and a holdfast.

Locke:
Your pet rat have any thoughts on which way they went after Winterfell?

Theon/Reek:
Jon Snow is at Castle Black.

Locke:
Who the f***'s Jon Snow?

Roose:
Their bastard brother. He could be sheltering them. He may know where they are.

Ramsay:
Even if he doesn't, he's half Stark himself. He could be a threat.

Roose:
You want to prove yourself a Bolton? Gather whatever men you can and ride for Moat Cailin. Bring this creature of yours. Maybe he'll be of some use. Take the Moat for the family - for our family - and I'll reconsider your position.