Game of Thrones, Season 1

[Will, a veteran ranger in a Night's Watch patrol, has discovered the mangled remains of several wildlings they were tracking]

Ser Waymar Royce:
[their commander, a newcomer] What do you expect? They're savages; one lot steals a goat from another lot and before you know it they're ripping each other to pieces.

Will:
I've never seen wildlings do a thing like this. I've never seen a thing like this in my life!

Ser Waymar Royce:
How close did you get?

Will:
Close as any man would.

Gared:
[another veteran in the patrol] We should head back to the Wall.

Ser Waymar Royce:
Do the dead frighten you?

Gared:
Our orders were to track the wildlings. We tracked them. They won't trouble us no more.

Ser Waymar Royce:
You don't think he'll ask us how they died? Get back on your horse.

Will:
Whatever did it to them could do it to us. They even killed the children!

Ser Waymar Royce:
It's a good thing we're not children. You want to run away south, run away. Of course, they will behead you as a deserter, if I don't catch you first. Get back on your horse, I won't say it again.

[Eddard Stark has beheaded a deserter from the Night's Watch]

Eddard Stark:
You understand why I did it?

Bran Stark:
Jon said he was a deserter.

Eddard Stark:
But you understand why I had to kill him.

Bran Stark:
Our way is the old way.

Eddard Stark:
The man who passes the sentence should swing the sword.

Bran Stark:
Is it true he saw the White Walkers?

Eddard Stark:
The White Walkers have been gone for thousands of years.

Bran Stark:
So he was lying?

Eddard Stark:
A madman sees what he sees.

Robert Baratheon:
Lord Eddard Stark, I would name you the Hand of the King.

Eddard Stark:
[kneels] I'm not worthy of the honor.

Robert Baratheon:
I'm not trying to honor you. I'm trying to get you to run my kingdom while I can eat, drink and whore my way to an early grave. Damn it, Ned, stand up. You helped me win the Iron Throne, now help me keep the damned thing.

Jon Snow:
You're Tyrion Lannister? The Queen's brother?

Tyrion Lannister:
My greatest accomplishment. And you, you're Ned Stark's bastard, aren't you?

[Jon walks away]

Tyrion Lannister:
Did I offend you? Sorry. You are the bastard, though.

Jon Snow:
Lord Eddard Stark is my father.

Tyrion Lannister:
And Lady Stark is not your mother, making you … the bastard. Let me give you some advice, bastard: never forget what you are. The rest of the world will not. Wear it like armor, and it can never be used to hurt you.

Jon Snow:
What the hell do you know about being a bastard?

Tyrion Lannister:
All dwarfs are bastards in their father's eyes.

[Bran has just caught Queen Cersei having sex with her brother]

Cersei Lannister:
He saw us!

Jaime Lannister:
[to Bran] It's all right, it's all right, it's all right.

Cersei Lannister:
He saw us!

Jaime Lannister:
[to Cersei] I heard you the first time. [to Bran] Quite the little climber, aren't you? How old are you, boy?

Bran Stark:
Ten.

Jaime Lannister:
Ten? [pause] The things I do for love. [pushes Bran out of the window]

Magister Illyrio Mopatis:
A Dothraki wedding without at least three deaths is considered a dull affair.

Joffrey Baratheon:
We ride for King's Landing today.

Tyrion Lannister:
Before you go, you will call on Lord and Lady Stark and offer your sympathies.

Joffrey Baratheon:
What good will my sympathies do them?

Tyrion Lannister:
None, but it is expected of you. Your absence has already been noted.

Joffrey Baratheon:
The boy means nothing to me, and I can't stand the wailing of women.

Tyrion Lannister:
[slaps Joffrey] One word and I hit you again.

Joffrey Baratheon:
I'm telling mother!

Tyrion Lannister:
[slaps Joffrey] Go, tell her! But first you will get to Lord and Lady Stark. And you will fall on your knees in front of them and tell them how very sorry you are, that you are at their service and that all your prayers are with them. Do you understand?

Joffrey Baratheon:
You can't -

Tyrion Lannister:
[slaps Joffrey] Do you understand?

[Joffery scurries away]

Sandor "The Hound" Clegane:
The Prince will remember that, little Lord.

Tyrion Lannister:
I hope so. If he forgets, be a good dog and remind him.

Jon Snow:
[after giving Arya her sword] First lesson: stick them with the pointy end.

Jon Snow:
All the best swords have names, you know.

Arya Stark:
Sansa can keep her sewing needles. I've got a Needle of my own.

Robert Baratheon:
I swear, if I weren't your king, you'd have hit me already.

Eddard Stark:
The worst thing about your coronation, I'll never get to hit you again.

Eddard Stark:
Daenerys Targaryen has wed some Dothraki horse lord. What of it? Should we send her a wedding gift?

Robert Baratheon:
A knife, perhaps. A good, sharp one and a bold man to wield it.

Eddard Stark:
She's little more than a child.

Robert Baratheon:
Soon enough, that child will spread her legs and start breeding.

Eddard Stark:
Tell me we're not speaking of this.

Robert Baratheon:
[Enraged] Oh, it's unspeakable to you? What her father did to your family - that was unspeakable. What Rhaegar Targaryen did to your sister - the woman I loved. I'll kill every Targaryen I get my hands on!

Eddard Stark:
But you can't get your hands on this one, can you?

Robert Baratheon:
This Khal Drogo, it's said he has a hundred thousand men in his horde-

Eddard Stark:
Even a million Dothraki are no threat to the realm, as long as they remain on the other side of the Narrow Sea. They have no ships, Robert!

Robert Baratheon:
There are still those in the Seven Kingdoms who call me 'Usurper'. If the Targaryen boy crosses with a Dothraki horde at his back, the scum will join him!

Eddard Stark:
He will not cross! And if by chance he does, we'll throw him back into the sea! [pause]

Robert Baratheon:
There's a war coming, Ned. I don't know when, I don't know who we'll be fighting...but it's coming.

[In the throne room of the Red Keep]

Jaime Lannister:
It must be strange for you, coming into this room. I was standing right here when it happened. He was very brave, your brother. Your father too. They didn't deserve to die like that; nobody deserves to die like that.

Eddard Stark:
But you just stood there and watched.

Jaime Lannister:
Five hundred men just stood there and watched. All the great knights of the Seven Kingdoms, you think anyone said a word, lifted a finger? No, Lord Stark. Five hundred men and this room was silent as a crypt...except for the screams, of course, and the Mad King laughing. And later, when I watched the Mad King die, I remembered him laughing as your father burned...it felt like justice.

Eddark Stark:
[disdainful] Is that what you tell yourself at night? You're a servant of justice? That you were avenging my father when you shoved your sword in Aerys Targaryen's back?

Jaime Lannister:
Tell me, if I'd stabbed the Mad King in the belly instead of the back, would you admire me more?

Eddark Stark:
You served him well. When serving was safe.

Petyr Baelish:
We already owe Lord Tywin three million gold. What's another 80,000?

Eddard Stark:
Are you telling me the crown is three million in debt?

Petyr Baelish:
I'm telling you the crown is six million in debt.

Eddard Stark:
How could you let this happen?!

Petyr Baelish:
The Master of Coin finds the money, the King and the Hand spend it.

Eddard Stark:
I will not believe Jon Arryn allowed Robert to bankrupt the Realm.

Grand Master Pycelle:
Lord Arryn gave wise and prudent advice. But I fear His Grace doesn't always listen.

Old Nan:
Don't listen to it. Crows are all liars. I know a story about a crow.

Bran:
I hate your stories.

Old Nan:
I know a story about a boy who hated stories. I could tell you about Sir Duncan the Tall; those were always your favorites.

Bran:
Those aren't my favorites. My favorites were the scary ones.

Old Nan:
Oh, my sweet summer child. What do you know about fear? Fear is for the winter when the snows fall a hundred feet deep. Fear is for the the long nights when the sun hides for years, and children are born and live and die, all in darkness. That is the time for fear, my little lord; when the white walkers move through the woods. Thousands of years ago there came a night that lasted a generation. Kings froze to death in their castles, same as the shepherds in their huts, and women smothered their babies rather than see them starve, and wept and felt their tears freeze on their cheeks. So is this the sort of story that you like? [watches as Bran nods] In that darkness the white walkers came for the first time. They swept through cities and kingdoms, riding their dead horses, hunting with their packs of pale spiders big as hounds...

Benjen Stark:
[angrily] The Night's Watch is a joke to you, is it?! Is that what we are, Lannister? An army of jesters in black?!

Tyrion Lannister:
You don't have enough men to be an army, and aside from Yoren here, none of you are particularly funny.

Benjen Stark:
I hope we've provided some good stories for you to tell when you're back in King's Landing. Something to think about while you're drinking your wine down there, enjoying the brothels; half the boys you've seen training will die north of the Wall. Might be a wildling's axe that gets them, might be sickness, might just be the cold. They die in pain, and they do it so plump little lords like you can enjoy their summer afternoons in peace and comfort.

Tyrion Lannister:
[joking] Do you think I'm plump? Listen, Benjen,...may I call you Benjen?

Benjen Stark:
Call me what you like.

Tyrion Lannister:
I'm not sure what I've done to offend you; I have great admiration for the Night's Watch. I have great admiration for you as First Ranger-

Benjen Stark:
[chuckles] My brother once told me that nothing someone says before the word 'but' really counts.

Tyrion Lannister:
But. I don't believe that giants and ghouls and White Walkers are lurking beyond the Wall. I believe the only difference between us and the wildlings is that when that wall went up, our ancestors happened to live on the right side of it.

Benjen Stark:
You're right; the wildlings are no different from us. A little rougher maybe, but they're made of meat and bone; I know how to track them, and I know how to kill them. It's not the wildlings giving me sleepless nights. You've never been north of the Wall, so don't tell me what's out there.

Maester Aemon:
How many winters have you seen, Lord Tyrion?

Tyrion Lannister:
Eight, no, nine.

Maester Aemon:
All of them brief?

Tyrion Lannister:
They say the winter of my birth was three years long, Maester Aemon.

Maester Aemon:
This summer has lasted nine, but already reports from the Citadel tell us the days grow shorter. The Starks are always right eventually - winter is coming. This one will be long, and dark things will come with it.

Commander Mormont:
We've been capturing wildlings, more every month. They're fleeing south; the ones who flee say they've seen the White Walkers.

Tyrion Lannister:
[dismissive] Yes and the fishermen of Lannisport say they see mermaids.

Commander Mormont:
One of our own rangers swore he saw them kill his companions. He swore it...right up to the moment Ned Stark chopped his head off!

Maester Aemon:
The Night's Watch is the only thing standing between the realm and what lies beyond, and it has become an army of undisciplined boys and tired old men. There are less than a thousand of us now; we can't man the other castles on the Wall. We can't properly patrol the wilderness. We've barely enough resources to keep our own lads armed and fed.

Commander Mormont:
Your sister sits by the side of the King. Tell her we need help.

Maester Aemon:
And when winter does come...gods help us all if we're not ready!

Maester Luwin:
The boy has lost the use of his legs.

Tyrion Lannister:
What of it? With the right horse and saddle, even a cripple can ride.

Bran Stark:
I'm not a cripple.

Tyrion Lannister:
Then I'm not a dwarf! My father will rejoice to hear it.

Robb Stark:
Is this some kind of trick? Why do you want to help him?

Tyrion Lannister:
I have a tender spot in my heart for cripples, bastards and broken things.

Hodor:
Hodor.

Jon Snow:
You can't fight. You can't see. You're afraid of heights and almost everything else, probably. What are you doing here, Sam?

Samwell Tarly:
On the morning of my eighteenth nameday, my father came to me. You're almost a man now, he said, but you're not worthy of my land and title. Tomorrow you're going to take the black, forsake all claims to your inheritance and start north. If you do not, he said, then we will have a hunt, and somewhere in these woods, your horse will stumble and you'll be thrown from your saddle to die. Or so I will tell your mother. Nothing would please me more.

Daenerys Targaryen:
I am a Khaleesi of the Dothraki! I am the wife of the great Khal and I carry his son inside me. The next time you raise a hand to me will be the last time you have hands!

Ned Stark:
Lord Baelish, perhaps I was wrong to distrust you.

Petyr Baelish:
Distrusting me was the wisest thing you've done since you climbed off your horse.

[Having lost a tournament to Loras Tyrell, a furious Gregor Clegane attacks him]

Sandor Clegane:
Leave him be! (He rushes to the aid of Loras, and defends him)

Robert Baratheon:
[standing up] STOP THIS MADNESS IN THE NAME OF YOUR KING! [Sandor kneels, but Gregor merely stalks off]

Loras Tyrell:
I owe you my life, ser.

Sandor Clegane:
I'm no "ser".

Robert Baratheon:
Backstabbing doesn't prepare you for a fight and that's all the realm is now: backstabbing and scheming and arse-licking and money-grubbing. Sometimes I don't know what holds it together.

Cersei Lannister:
Our marriage. [both burst out laughing]

Robert Baratheon:
So, here we sit, 17 years later, holding it all together. Don't you get tired?

Cersei Lannister:
Every day.

Robert Baratheon:
How long can hate hold a thing together?

Cersei Lannister:
Well, 17 years is quite a long time.

Robert Baratheon:
[raises glass] Yes, it is.

Cersei Lannister:
[raises glass] Yes, it is. [drinks] What was she [Lyanna Stark] like?

Robert Baratheon:
[shocked] You've never asked about her, not once. Why now?

Cersei Lannister:
At first, just saying her name, even in private, felt like I was breathing life back into her. I thought if I didn't talk about her, she'd just fade away for you. When I realised that wasn't going to happen, I refused to ask out of spite; I didn't want to give you the satisfaction of thinking I cared to ask. And eventually it became clear that my spite didn't mean anything to you; as far as I could tell, you actually enjoyed it!

Robert Baratheon:
So why now?

Cersei Lannister:
What harm could Lyanna Stark's ghost do to either of us that we haven't done to each other a hundred times over?

Robert Baratheon:
[sadly] You want to know the horrible truth? I can't even remember what she looked like. I only know she was the one thing I ever wanted. Someone took her away from me, and seven kingdoms couldn't fill the hole she left behind.

[Eddard Stark has opposed Robert Baratheon's plan to assassinate the Targaryens]

Robert Baratheon:
You're my counsel. Counsel! Speak sense to this "honorable" fool!

Varys:
I understand your misgivings, my lord. Truly, I do. It is a terrible thing we must consider, a vile thing. Yet we who presume to rule must sometimes do vile things for the good of the realm. Should the gods grant Daenerys a son, the realm will bleed.

Pycelle:
I bear this girl no ill will, but should the Dothraki invade, how many innocents will die? How many towns will burn? Is it not wiser - kinder, even - that she should die now, so that tens of thousands might live?

Renly Baratheon:
We should have had them both killed years ago!

Petyr Baelish:
When you find yourselves in bed with an ugly woman - best close your eyes and get it over with.

[The others cringe at this crude picture]

Petyr Baelish:
Cut her throat and be done with it!

Lysa Arryn:
[to her son, Robert] He killed your father, he murdered the Hand of the King!

Tyrion Lannister:
[sarcastically] Oh, did I kill him too? I've been a very busy man.

Tyrion Lannister:
[calling out to his gaoler, Mord] MORD!!! TURNKEY!!!

Mord:
[bursts into the sky cell, hitting Tyrion and driving him into a corner] Dwarf man making noise!

Tyrion Lannister:
[to his gaoler, Mord] How would you like to be rich?

Mord:
[hits Tyrion] Dwarf man STILL making noise!

Tyrion Lannister:
M-my family has rich. They have gold. Lots of gold. I'm prepared to give you lots of gold.

Mord:
[searches Tyrion] No gold. [hits him]

Tyrion Lannister:
Well, I don't have it here!

Mord:
No gold! [hits him again and leaves]

Tyrion Lannister:
About the gold- [Mord hits Tyrion]

Mord:
No gold! No gold!

Tyrion Lannister:
Listen to me, sometimes, possession, is an abstract concept-[Mord hits him] When they captured me, they took my purse, but the gold is still mine!

Mord:
Where?!

Tyrion Lannister:
"Where?!" I don't know where, but-[Mord hits Tyrion] Free me!

Mord:
You want free? [gestures to the mile-long drop where his cell ends] Go be free.

Tyrion Lannister:
Have you ever heard the phrase "rich as a Lannister"? Of course you have. You're a smart man. You know who the Lannisters are. I am a Lannister. Tyrion, son of Tywin. Of course, you've also heard the phrase "a Lannister always pays his debts". If you deliver a message to Lady Arryn for me, I will be in your debt.

[Mord looks at Tyrion incredulously]

Tyrion Lannister:
I will owe you gold. … If you deliver the message, and I live, which I very much intend to do.

Mord:
[suspicious] What message?

Tyrion Lannister:
[gets up] Tell her I wish to confess my crimes.

[Tyrion confessing his crimes]

Tyrion Lannister:
Where do I begin, my lords and ladies? I'm a vile man, I confess it. My crimes and sins are beyond counting. I have lied and cheated. Gambled and whored. I'm not particularly good at violence, but I'm good at convincing others to do violence for me. You want specifics, I suppose. When I was seven, I saw a servant girl bathing in the river. I stole her robe. She was forced to return to the castle naked and in tears. If I close my eyes, I can still see her tits bouncing. When I was ten, I stuffed my uncle's boots with goat shit. When confronted with my crime, I blamed a squire. Poor boy was flogged and I escaped justice. When I was twelve, I milked my eel into a pot of turtle stew. I flogged the one-eyed snake. I skinned my sausage. I made the bald man cry! [makes masturbation gestures] Into the turtle stew, which I do believe my sister ate. At least I hope she did. Once I brought a jackass and a honeycomb into a brothel...

Lysa Arryn:
Silence!

Robin Arryn:
What happened next?

Lysa Arryn:
What do you think you're doing?

Tyrion Lannister:
Confessing my crimes.

Catelyn Stark:
Lord Tyrion, you are accused of hiring a man to slay my son Bran in his bed, and of conspiring to murder my sister's husband Lord Jon Arryn, the Hand of the King.

Tyrion Lannister:
Oh, I'm very sorry. I don't know anything about all that.

[Bronn, fighting for Tyrion, has just slain Lysa Arryn's champion in a trial by combat]

Lysa Arryn:
[to Bronn] You do not fight with honor!

Bronn:
No, milady. [gestures to his fallen foe] He did.

Robin Arryn:
Mom make the little man fly now?

Tyrion Lannister:
Not this little man, this little man is going home. [approaches Rodrik] I believe you have something of mine.

[Rodrik tosses Tyrion his purse; as Tyrion exits, he tosses it at Mord, whom he earlier promised a reward]

Tyrion Lannister:
A Lannister always pays his debts.

Robert Baratheon:
Back in our day, you weren't a real man until you f***ed one girl from each of the Seven Kingdoms and the Riverlands. We used to call it 'Making the Eight'.

Renly Baratheon:
[sarcastic] Those were some lucky girls.

Robert Baratheon:
You ever make the eight, Barristan?

Barristan Selmy:
I don't believe so, Your Grace.

Robert Baratheon:
[laughs] Those were the days.

Renly Baratheon:
Which days exactly? The ones where half of Westeros fought the other half and millions died? Or before that, when the Mad King slaughtered women and babies because the voices in his head told him they deserved it? Or way before that, when dragons burned whole cities to the ground!

Robert Baratheon:
Easy boy. You might be my brother, but you're speaking to the King.

Renly Baratheon:
I suppose it was all rather heroic, if you were drunk enough and had some poor Riverlands whore to shove your prick inside and "make the eight".

[Viserys is restrained by Drogo's bloodriders for threatening Daenerys, since Drogo has not given him the crown he promised]

Jorah Mormont:
Look away, Khaleesi.

Daenerys Targaryen:
No.

Viserys Targaryen:
(terrified) Dany, Dany tell them, make them, make them. You can't, please. [To Daenerys, hysterically in tears] DANY, PLEASE! [Daenerys remains silent]

Khal Drogo:
[walks up to Viserys with a pot of molten gold] A Crown for a King.

[He upends the pot onto Viserys' head, painfully killing him]

Daenerys Targaryen:
He was no dragon. Fire cannot kill a dragon.

Tywin Lannister:
The lion does not concern himself with the opinions of the sheep.[pause] I suppose I should be grateful your vanity got in the way of your recklessness. [pause] I'm giving you half of our forces-thirty thousand men. You will bring them to Catelyn Stark's girlhood home and remind her that Lannisters pay their debts!

Jaime Lannister:
I didn't know you put such a high value on my brother's life.

Tywin Lannister:
He's a Lannister. He might be the lowest of the Lannisters, but he is one of us. And every day that he remains a prisoner, the less our name commands respect.

Jaime Lannister:
So, the lion does concern himself with the opinions -

Tywin Lannister:
It's not an opinion, it's a fact! If another house can seize one of our own, and hold him captive with impunity, it means we're no longer a house to be feared! Your mother's dead, before long I'll be dead, and you...and your brother and your sister and all of her children. All of us dead, all of us rotting in the ground. It's the family name that lives on. It's all that lives on. Not your honor, not your personal glory, family.

...

Tywin Lannister:
You're blessed with abilities that few men possess. You're blessed to belong to the most powerful family in the Kingdoms, and you're still blessed with youth. And what have you done with these blessings? You've served as a glorified bodyguard for two kings, one a madman, the other a drunk. The future of our family will be determined in these next few months. We could establish a dynasty that will last a thousand years...or we could collapse into nothing, as the Targaryens did. I need you to become the man you were always meant to be. Not next year, not tomorrow...now.

Eddard Stark:
I know the truth Jon Arryn died for.

Cersei Lannister:
Do you, Lord Stark? Is that why you call me here, to pose me riddles?

Eddard Stark:
[gesturing to the bruise on Cersei's cheek] Has he done this before?

Cersei Lannister:
Jaime would have killed him. My brother is worth a thousand of your friend.

Eddard Stark:
Your brother? Or your lover?

Cersei Lannister:
The Targaryens wed brothers and sisters for three hundred years to keep bloodlines pure. Jaime and I are more than brother and sister; we shared a womb, came into this world together - we belong together.

Eddard Stark:
My son saw you with him.

Cersei Lannister:
Do you love your children?

Eddard Stark:
With all my heart.

Cersei Lannister:
No more than I love mine.

Eddard Stark:
And they're all Jaime's.

Cersei Lannister:
[chuckles] Thank the gods. In the rare event Robert leaves his whores long enough to stumble drunken into my bed, I finish him off in other ways. In the morning, he doesn't remember.

Eddard Stark:
You've always hated him!

Cersei Lannister:
Hated him?! I worshipped him! Every girl in the Seven Kingdoms dreamed of him, but he was mine by oath. And when I finally saw him on our wedding day in the Sept of Baelor, lean and fierce and black-bearded, it was the happiest moment of my life. And that night, he crawled on top of me, stinking of wine, and did what he did - what little he could do … and whispered in my ear, "Lyanna". Your sister was a corpse, I was a living girl, and he loved her more than me!

Eddard Stark:
When the king returns from his hunt, I will tell him the truth. You must be gone by then, you and your children; I won't have their blood on my hands. Go as far away as you can with as many men as you can, because wherever you go, Robert's wrath will follow you.

Cersei Lannister:
And what of my wrath, Lord Stark? You should have taken the realm for yourself. Jaime told me about the day King's Landing fell. He was sitting on the Iron Throne, and you made him give it up. All you needed to do was climb the steps yourself … such a sad mistake.

Eddard Stark:
I've made many mistakes in my life, but that wasn't one of them.

Cersei Lannister:
Oh, but it was. When you play the game of thrones, you win or you die; there is no middle ground.

Renly Baratheon:
Lord Stark, a moment...Alone, if you will? [Eddard dismisses his guards] He [Robert] named you Protector of the Realm?

Eddard Stark:
He did.

Renly Baratheon:
She won't care. Give me an hour, and I can put a hundred swords at your command.

Eddard Stark:
And what should I do with a hundred swords?

Renly Baratheon:
Strike! Tonight, while the castle sleeps! We must get Joffrey away from his mother and into our custody; Protector of the Realm or no, he who holds the king holds the kingdom. Every moment you delay gives Cersei another moment to prepare; by the time Robert dies, it will be too late for the both of us!

Eddard Stark:
And what about Stannis?

Renly Baratheon:
[incredulous] Saving the Seven Kingdoms from Cersei and delivering them to Stannis?! You have odd notions about protecting the realm!

Eddard Stark:
Stannis is your older brother-

Renly Baratheon:
This isn't about the bloody line of succession! That didn't matter when you rebelled against the Mad King, it shouldn't matter now! What's best for the Kingdoms? What's best for the people we rule? We all know what Stannis is; he inspires no love or loyalty. He's not a king...I am.

Eddard Stark:
Stannis is a commander. He's led men into war twice, he destroyed the Greyjoy fleet-

Renly Baratheon:
Yes, he's a good soldier, everyone knows that; so was Robert! Tell me something, do you still believe good soldiers make good kings?

Eddard Stark:
I will not dishonour Robert's last hours by shedding blood in his halls and dragging frightened children from their beds.

Khal Drogo:
[translated from Dothraki] And to my son, the stallion who will mount the world, I will also pledge a gift. I will give him the iron chair that his mother's father sat upon. I will give him Seven Kingdoms. I, Drogo, will do this. I will take my Khalasar west to where the world ends and ride wooden horses across the black salt water as no Khal has done before! I will kill the men in iron suits and tear down their stone houses! I will rape their women, take their children as slaves and bring their broken gods back to Vaes Dothrak! This, I vow, I, Drogo, son of Bharbo. I swear before the Mother of Mountains as the stars look down in witness! As the stars look down in witness!

Petyr Baelish:
[after betraying Ned] I did warn you not to trust me.

Ser Meryn Trant:
Arya Stark, come with us. Your father wants to see you. [Arya starts to walk toward Trant, but Syrio stops her]

Syrio Forel:
And why is it that Lord Eddard is sending Lannister men in place of his own, I wonder?

Ser Meryn Trant:
Mind your place, dancing master. This is no concern of yours.

Arya Stark:
My father wouldn't send you. [picks up a wooden practice sword] And I don't have to go with you if I don't want.

Ser Meryn Trant:
[laughs] Take her.

Syrio Forel:
Are you men or snakes that you would threaten a child?

Lannister guard:
Get out of my way, little man.

Syrio Forel:
I am Syrio Forel...

Lannister guard:
Foreign bastard.

[Syrio whacks the Lannister guard on the head with his wooden sword, knocking him out]

Syrio Forel:
And you will be speaking to me with more respect.

Ser Meryn Trant:
Kill the Braavosi! Bring the girl.

Syrio Forel:
Arya child, we are done with dancing for today. Run to your father.

[Syrio proceeds to beat up all four Lannister soldiers]

Ser Meryn Trant:
[draws his sword] Bloody oafs!

Syrio Forel:
Begone, Arya.

Arya Stark:
Come with me, Syrio. Run.

Syrio Forel:
The First Sword of Braavos does not run.

[Meryn Trant and Syrio fight briefly, then Trant snaps Syrio's sword in half]

Syrio Forel:
What do we say to the god of death?

Arya Stark:
[shivering] Not today. [runs]

Robb Stark:
Treason? Sansa wrote this?

Maester Luwin :
It is your sister's hand, but the Queen's words. You are summoned to King's Landing to swear fealty to the new king.

Robb Stark:
Joffrey puts my father in chains, now he wants his ass kissed?

Maester Luwin :
This is a royal command, My Lord. If you should refuse to obey...

Robb Stark:
I won't refuse. His Grace summons me to King's Landing, I'll go to King's Landing. But not alone. Call the banners.

Maester Luwin :
All of them, My Lord?

Robb Stark:
They've all sworn to defend my father, have they not?

Maester Luwin :
They have.

Robb Stark:
Now we see what their words are worth.

Maester Luwin :
Yeah.

[Maester Luwin goes away]

Theon:
Are you afraid?

Robb Stark [showing his hand trembling for fear]:
I must be.

Theon:
Good.

Robb Stark:
Why is that good?

Theon:
It means you're not stupid.

Tyrion:
What do you want from me, Bronn? Gold? Women? Golden women? Stick with me and you'll have them all, for as long as I'm around and not a moment longer. But you knew that; that is why you took up arms so valiantly to defend my honour!

Bronn:
Alright, but don't expect me to call upon your lordship whenever you take a shit. I'm not your toady, and I'm not your friend.

Tyrion:
Though I would treasure your friendship, I'm mainly interested in your facility with murder. And if the day ever comes where you're tempted to sell me out, remember this: Whatever the price, I'll beat it. I like living.

Shagga:
How would you like to die, Tyrion son of Tywin?

Tyrion Lannister:
In my own bed at the age of 80, with a bellyful of wine and a girl's mouth around my cock!

Drogo:
Moon of my life, Mago says you have taken his spoils, a daughter of a lamb man who was his to mount. Tell me the truth of this.

Daenerys:
Mago speaks the truth, my sun and stars. I have claimed many daughters this day so they cannot be mounted.

Drogo:
This is the way of war. These women are slaves now to do with as we please.

Daenerys:
It pleases me to keep them safe. If your riders would mount them, let them take them for wives.

Qotho:
Does the horse mate with the lamb?

Daenerys:
The dragon feeds on horse and lamb alike.

Mago:
You are a foreigner. You do not command me.

Daenerys:
I am Khaleesi. I do command you.

Drogo:
[chuckles] See how fierce she grows? That is my son inside her, the stallion that will mount the world, filling her with his fire. I will hear no more. Mago, find somewhere else to stick your cock. [Mago spits in disgust and raises his sword]

Mago:
A Khal who takes orders from a foreign whore is no khal at all!

[Drogo attacks Mago]

Drogo:
I will not have your body burned. I will not give you that honor. The beetles will feed on your eyes. The worms will crawl through your lungs. [dodges several blows] The rain will fall on your rotting skin until nothing is left of you but bones.

Mago:
First you have to kill me! [attacks Drogo again]

Drogo:
I already have! [Drogo slices open Mago's throat, then shoves his hand in the wound and tears Mago's tongue out from its base]

Bran:
What did you mean about hearing the gods?

Osha:
You asked them; they're answering you. Shhh. Open your ears.

Bran:
That's only the wind.

Osha:
Who do you think sends the winds but the gods? They see you, boy, they hear you. Your brother will get no help from them where he's going. The old gods have no power in the south. The weirwoods there were all cut down a long time ago. How can they watch when they have no eyes?

[...]

Bran:
Are there really giants beyond the wall?

Osha:
Giants and worse than giants. I tried telling your brother he's marching the wrong way. All these swords, they should be going the north, boy; north, not south. The cold winds are rising.

Eddard Stark:
Can you free me from this pit?

Varys:
I could. But will I? No. As I said, I'm no hero.

Eddard Stark:
What do you want? Tell me, no stories, no riddles. Tell me, what do you want?

Varys:
Peace. Did you know that your son is marching south with an army of northmen? Loyal lad, fighting for his father's freedom.

Eddard Stark:
Robb? He's just a boy.

Varys:
Boys have been conquerers before. But the man giving Cersei sleepless nights is the king's...the late king's brother. Lord Stannis has the best claim to the throne; he's a proven battle commander and he is utterly without mercy.

Eddard Stark:
Stannis Baratheon is Robert's true heir. The throne is his by rights!

Varys:
[tuts] Sansa pleaded so sweetly for your life, it would be a shame to throw it away. Cersei is no fool. She knows a tame wolf is more use to her than a dead one.

Eddard Stark:
You want me to serve the woman who murdered my king, who butchered my men, who crippled my son?!

Varys:
I want you to serve the realm! Tell the Queen you will confess your vile treason, tell your son to lay down his sword and proclaim Joffrey as the true heir! Cersei knows you as a man of honour; if you give her the peace she needs, and promise to carry her secret to your grave, I believe she will allow you to take the black and live out your days on the Wall, with your brother and your bastard son.

Eddard Stark:
[laughes] You think my life is some precious thing to me? That I would trade my honour for a few more years of...of what?! You grew up with actors; you learned their craft and you learnt it well. But I grew up with soldiers. I learned how to die a long time ago.

Varys:
Pity. Such a pity. [Varys moves to leave, but turns back for one last word] What of your daughter's life, my lord? Is that a precious thing to you? [Ned is visibly given pause by the remark]

Tywin Lannister:
[on Robb Stark] The boy may lack experience, but he does have a certain provincial courage. [glares at Tyrion as he arrives to the briefing, late]

Tyrion Lannister:
Oh, do continue.

Tywin Lannister:
I do hope your savages are going to be of some use, otherwise we wasted good steel on them.

Kevan Lannister:
The great hairy one insisted he must have two battle-axes, heavy black steel, double-sided.

Tyrion Lannister:
Shagga likes axes.

Tywin Lannister:
When the battle commences, you and your wildlings will be in the vanguard.

Tyrion Lannister:
The vanguard? Me and the tribesmen, on the front lines?

Addam Marband:
They do seem rather ferocious.

Tyrion Lannister:
Ferocious? Last night a Moon Brother stabbed a Stone Crow over a sausage. Three Stone Crows seized the Moon Brother and opened his throat. Bronn managed to keep Shagga from chopping off the dead man's cock, which was fortunate, but even still Ulf is demanding blood money, which Shagga and Gunter refuse to pay-

Tywin Lannister:
When soldiers lack discipline, the fault lies with their commander.

Tyrion Lannister:
Surely there are ways to have me killed that would be less detrimental to the war effort!

Tywin Lannister:
There'll be no more discussion on the matter.

Tyrion Lannister:
[Pushes aside his plate] It appears I'm not hungry after all.

Ser Jorah Mormont:
[sees an infected and incoherent Khal Drogo] Khaleesi.

Daenerys Targaryen:
Come. He's very strong. No one understands how strong he is.

Ser Jorah Mormont:
[inspects the wound] He will die tonight, Khaleesi.

Daenerys Targaryen:
He can't. He can't. I won't let him.

Ser Jorah Mormont:
Even a queen doesn't have that power. We must go quickly. I've heard there's a good port in Asshai.

Daenerys Targaryen:
I won't leave him.

Ser Jorah Mormont:
He's already gone, Khaleesi.

Daenerys Targaryen:
Even - even if he dies, why would I run? I am Khaleesi, and my son will be Khal after Drogo!

Ser Jorah Mormont:
This isn't Westeros, where men honor blood. Here they only honor strength. There will be fighting after Drogo dies. Whoever wins that fight will be the new Khal. He won't want any rivals. Your boy will be plucked from your breast and given to the dogs.

Daenerys Targaryen:
I won't leave him.

[Robb Stark returns victorious to Catelyn from the Whispering Wood, having captured Jaime Lannister.]

Robb Stark:
By the time they knew what was happening, it had already happened.

Jaime Lannister:
Lady Stark, I'd offer you my sword, but, I seem to have lost it.

Catelyn Stark:
It is not your sword I want. Give me my daughters back, give me my husband.

Jaime Lannister:
I've lost them too, I'm afraid.

Theon Greyjoy:
Kill him Robb, send his head back to his father. He cut down ten of our men.

Robb Stark:
He's more use to us alive than dead.

Catelyn Stark:
Take him away and put him in irons.

Jaime Lannister:
We could end this war right now boy, save thousands of lives. I fight for the Lannisters, you fight for the Starks. Swords, knives, teeth, nails; choose your weapon, and we can end this.

Robb Stark:
If we did it your way, Kingslayer, you'd win. (Jaime grins) We're not doing it your way.

Jon Umber:
(leads Jaime away) Come on, pretty man!

Robb Stark:
I sent 2,000 men to their graves today.

Theon Greyjoy:
The bards will sing songs of their sacrifice.

Robb Stark:
Aye, but the dead won't hear them. [turns to address his army] One victory does not make us conquerers. Did we free my father? Did we free my sisters from the Queen? Did we free the North from those who'd have us on our knees? This war is far from over.

Aemon Targaryen:
The gods were cruel when they saw fit to test my vow. They waited until I was old. What could I do when the ravens brought the news from the South? The ruin of my house. The death of my family. I was helpless, blind, frail, but when I heard they had killed my brother's son, and his poor son, and the children. Even the little children!

Jon Snow:
Who are you?

Aemon Targaryen:
My father was Maekar, the first of his name. My brother Aegon reigned after him, when I had refused the throne, and his son...was Aerys...whom they called "The Mad King."

Jon Snow:
You're Aemon Targaryen.

Aemon Targaryen:
I am a Maester of the Citadel, bound in service to Castle Black and the Night's Watch. I will not tell you to stay or go. You must make that choice yourself and live with it the rest of your days, as I have.

[Catelyn and Robb Stark have just learned of Ned's death]

Robb Stark:
[half sobbing] I'll kill them all. Every one of them. I'll kill them all.

Catelyn Stark:
My boy, they have your sisters. We have to get the girls back...and then we will kill them all.

Daenerys Targaryen:
[furious] You knew what I was buying, and you knew the price!

Mirri Maz Duur:
[unrepentant] It was wrong of them to burn my temple. It angered the Great Shepherd...

Daenerys Targaryen:
This is not God's work. My child was innocent!

Mirri Maz Duur:
Innocent? He would have been the stallion who mounts the world. Now he will burn no cities, now his Khalasar will trample no nations into dust.

Daenerys Targaryen:
I spoke for you. I saved you!

Mirri Maz Duur:
[scoffs] Saved me? Three of those riders had already raped me before you "saved" me, girl. I saw my God's house burn. There where I had healed men and women, beyond counting. In the streets, I saw piles of heads. The head of a baker, who bakes my bread. A head of a little boy that I cured of fever just three moons past. So, tell me again exactly what it was that you saved?

Daenerys Targaryen:
Your life!

Mirri Maz Duur:
Why don't you take a look at your Khal? Then you will see exactly what life is worth, when all the rest has gone.

[The Lannisters are stymied by Robb Stark's recent victories, and Jamie Lannister has been captured]

Tywin Lannister:
They have my son.

Tyrion Lannister:
The Stark boy appears to be less green than we'd hoped.

Harys Swift:
I'm told his wolf killed a dozen men and as many horses!

Addam Marband:
Is it true about Stannis and Renly?

Kevan Lannister:
Both Baratheon brothers have taken up against us. Jaime captured, his armies scattered...it's a catastrophe. Perhaps we should sue for peace.

Tyrion Lannister:
[knocks his glass to the floor, shattering it] There's your peace. Joffrey saw to that when he decided to remove Ned Stark's head. You'll have an easier time drinking out of that cup than you will bringing Robb Stark to the table now. He's winning, in case you hadn't noticed.

Kevan Lannister:
I'm told we still have his sisters...

Harys Swift:
The first order of business is ransoming Ser Jaime!

Addam Marband:
No truces, we can't afford to look weak. We should march on them at once!

Kevan Lannister:
First, we must return to Casterly Rock and raise-

[The Lannister lords begin arguing about what to do next]

Tywin Lannister:
THEY HAVE MY SON! [All fall silent] Get out, all of you. [to Tyrion] Not you. [Tyrion takes a seat] You were right about Eddard Stark; if he were alive, we could've used him to broker a peace with Winterfell and Riverrun, which would have given us more time to deal with Robert's brothers, but now? Madness, madness and stupidity! [pause] I always thought you were a stunted fool. Perhaps I was wrong.

Tyrion Lannister:
Half wrong. I'm new to strategy, but unless we want to be surrounded by three armies, it appears we can't stay here.

Tywin Lannister:
No one will stay here. Ser Gregor will head out with five hundred riders and set the riverlands on fire from Gods' Eye to the Red Fork. The rest of us will regroup at Harrenhal, and you will go to King's Landing.

Tyrion Lannister:
And do what?!

Tywin Lannister:
Rule. You will serve as Hand of the King in my stead; you'll bring that boy-king to heel and his mother too, if needs be. And if you get so much as a whiff of treason from any of the rest- Baelish, Varys, Pycelle-

Tyrion Lannister:
Heads, spikes, walls. Why not my uncle? Why not anyone?! Why me?

Tywin Lannister:
You're my son.

Jonos Bracken:
The proper course is clear; pledge fealty to King Renly and move south to join our forces with his.

Robb Stark:
Renly is not the king.

Galbart Glover:
You cannot mean to hold to Joffrey, my lord. He put your father to death!

Robb Stark:
That doesn't make Renly king. He's Robert's younger brother. Now Bran cannot be Lord of Winterfell before me, Renly cannot be king before Stannis.

Galbart Glover:
Do you mean to declare us with Stannis?

Lord Karstark:
Renly is not right! [The Stark and Tully bannermen begin to argue]

Greatjon Umber:
My lords. MY LORDS! [all fall silent] Here's what I say to these two kings. [spits, drawing laughter from the men] Renly Baratheon is nothing to me, nor Stannis neither. Why should they rule over me and mine from some flowery seat in the south? What do they know of the Wall or the Wolfswood? Even their gods are wrong. Why shouldn't we rule ourselves again? It was the dragons we bowed to and now the dragons are dead. [draws his sword and points it to Robb] There sits the only King I mean to bend my knee to: the King in the North! [kneels]

Lord Karstark:
I'll have peace on those terms. They can keep their red castle, and their iron chair too. [draws his sword and kneels] The King in the North.

Theon Greyjoy:
Am I your brother, now and always?

Robb Stark:
Now and always, Theon.

Theon Greyjoy:
[draws his sword and kneels] My sword is yours, in victory and defeat, from this day until my last day.

Greatjon Umber:
The King in the North!

Stark and Tully bannermen:
The King in the North! [all drawing swords] The King in the North! THE KING IN THE NORTH!

Jeor Mormont:
(after telling Jon about several disturbing reports from Beyond-The-Wall) Do you think your brother's war is more important than ours?

Jon Snow:
No.

Jeor Mormont:
When dead men and worse come hunting for us in the night, you think it matters who sits on the Iron Throne?

Jon Snow:
No.

Jeor Mormont:
Good. Because I want you and your wolf with us when we ride out beyond the Wall tomorrow.

Jon Snow:
Beyond the Wall?

Jeor Mormont:
I'll not sit meekly by and wait for the snows. I mean to find out what's happening. The Night's Watch will ride in force, against the Wildlings, the White Walkers and whatever else is out there. And we will find Benjen Stark, alive or dead. I will command them myself, so I'll only ask you once, Lord Snow: are you a brother of the Night's Watch, or a bastard boy who wants to play at war?

Tgrion Lannister :

Never forget what you are, the rest of the world will not. Wear it like an armor, and it can never be used to hurt you.

The common people pray for rain, health and a summer that never ends. They don’t care what game the high lords play.

Rodrik Cassel:
Lord Stark! My lady. A guardsman just rode in from the hills. They've captured a deserter from the Night's Watch.

Ned Stark:
Get the lads to saddle their horses.

Catelyn Stark:
Do you have to?

Ned Stark:
He swore an oath, Cat.

Rodrik Cassel:
Law is law, my lady.

Ned Stark:
Tell Bran he's coming too. [Rodrik nods and heads off]

Catelyn Stark:
Ned. 10 is too young to see such things.

Ned Stark:
He won't be a boy forever. And winter is coming.

[Walking down a path near the riverbank, they find the body of a full-grown female direwolf with five direwolf pups huddling close to her]

Theon Greyjoy:
It's a freak!

Ned Stark:
It's a direwolf. Tough old beast.

Robb Stark:
There are no direwolves south of the Wall.

Jon Snow:
Now there are five. You want to hold it?

[Bran takes the pup immediately and wraps it in his cloak.]

Bran Stark:
Where will they go?

Rodrik Cassel:
They don't belong down here.

Ned Stark:
Better a quick death. They won't last without their mother.

[Theon draws his dagger and grabs the pup from Bran.]

Theon Greyjoy:
Right, give it here!

Bran Stark:
No!

Robb Stark:
Put away your blade!

Theon Greyjoy:
I take orders from your father, not you.

Bran Stark:
Please, Father!

Ned Stark:
I'm sorry, Bran.

Jon Snow:
Lord Stark? There are five pups, one for each of the Stark children. The direwolf is the sigil of your House. They were meant to have them.

Ned Stark:
You will train them yourselves, you will feed them yourselves, and if they die, you will bury them yourselves.

Bran Stark:
What about you?

Jon Snow:
I'm not a Stark. Get on.

[He notices something at the base of a tree and heads towards it.]

Robb Stark:
What is it?

[Jon straightens up, holding a sixth direwolf pup, an albino.]

Theon Greyjoy:
Ah, the runt of the litter! That one's yours, Snow.

Ned Stark:
Your Grace.

Robert Baratheon:
You got fat.

[Ned looks at him with a cocked eyebrow as if to say "Look who's talking", then they both burst out laughing and hug.]

Robert Baratheon:
Cat!

[Hugs and kisses Catelyn.]

Catelyn Stark:
Your Grace.

Robert Baratheon:
Nine years! Why have I not seen you? Where the hell have you been?

Ned Stark:
Guarding the North for you, Your Grace. Winterfell is yours.

[Queen Cersei steps out of the carriage after her children with a distasteful look on her face.]

Arya Stark:
Where's the Imp?

Sansa Stark:
Will you shut up?

Robert Baratheon:
[to Robb] And who have we here? You must be Robb. [to Sansa] My, you're a pretty one. And your name is?...

Arya Stark:
Arya.

Robert Baratheon:
[To Bran] Ohhh, show us your muscles. You'll be a soldier!

[Robert chuckles and moves back towards Ned. Behind him, Jaime Lanniser removes his helmet.]

Arya Stark:
That's Jaime Lannister, the Queen's twin brother.

Sansa Stark:
Would you please shut up!

[Cersei walks up to Ned and offers her hand; after a moment, Eddard kisses it.]

Ned Stark:
My Queen.

Catelyn Stark:
My Queen.

Robert Baratheon:
Take me to your crypt, I want to pay my respects.

Cersei Lannister:
We've been riding for a month, my love. Surely, the dead can wait.

Robert Baratheon:
Ned.

[Turns towards the crypts, followed hesitantly by Ned.]

Arya Stark:
Where's the Imp?

[Cersei overhears her and goes back over to Jaime.]

Cersei Lannister:
Where is our brother? Go and find the little beast!

Cersei Lannister:
How could you be so stupid?!

Jaime Lannister:
Calm down.

Cersei Lannister:
He's a child! Ten years old! What were you thinking?

Jaime Lannister:
I was thinking of us. You're a bit late to start complaining about it now. What has the boy told them?

Cersei Lannister:
Nothing. He said nothing, he remembers nothing.

Jaime Lannister:
Then what are you raving about?

Cersei Lannister:
What if it comes back to him? If he tells his father what he saw--

Jaime Lannister:
We'll say he was lying. We'll say he was dreaming. We'll say whatever we like. I think we can outfox a ten-year-old.

Cersei Lannister:
And my husband?

Jaime Lannister:
I'll go to war with him if I have to. They can write a ballad about us! "The War for Cersei's Cunt."

[Looking furious, Cersei slaps him. Jaime chuckles, then grabs her when she tries again]

Cersei Lannister:
Let me go!

Jaime Lannister:
Never.

Cersei Lannister:
[more afraid] Let me go...

Jaime Lannister:
The boy won't talk. And if he does, I'll kill him. Him, Ned Stark, the King, the whole bloody lot of them, until you and I are the only people left in this world.

Tyrion Lannister:
Your loyalty to your captors is touching. Tell me, how do you think Balon Greyjoy would feel if he could see that his only surviving son has turned lackey? I still remember watching my father's fleet burning in Lannisport. I believe your uncles were responsible.

Theon Greyjoy:
Must've been a pretty sight.

Tyrion Lannister:
Nothing prettier than watching sailors burn alive. Yes, great victory for your people. Shame how it all turned out.

Theon Greyjoy:
We were outnumbered ten to one!

Tyrion Lannister:
A stupid rebellion, then. I suppose your father realized that when your brothers died in battle. And now, here you are Your enemy's squire.

Theon Greyjoy:
Careful, Imp!

Tyrion Lannister:
I've offended you? Forgive me, it's been a rough morning. Anyway, don't despair. I'm a constant disappointment to my own father, and I have learned to live with it. [Tosses Theon a gold coin] Your next tumble with Ros is on me. I'll try not to wear her out.

Ned Stark:
I'm sending you both back to Winterfell.

Sansa Stark:
What?

Ned Stark:
Listen...

Sansa Stark:
What about Joffrey?

Arya Stark:
Are you dying because of your leg? Is that why you're sending us home?

Ned Stark:
What? No.

Sansa Stark:
Please father, please! Please don't!

Arya Stark:
You can't! I've got my lessons with Syrio! I'm finally getting good!

Ned Stark:
This isn't a punishment. I want you back in Winterfell for your own safety.

Arya Stark:
Can't we take Syrio back with us.

Sansa Stark Who cares about your stupid dancing teacher? I can't go! I'm supposed to marry Prince Joffrey! I love him! And I'm meant to be his queen and have his babies!

Arya Stark:
Seven hells!

Ned Stark:
When you're old enough, I'll make you a match with someone who is worthy of you. Someone who is brave and gentle and strong.

Sansa Stark:
I don't want someone brave and gentle and strong. I want him. [Arya and Ned exchange an amused look at Sansa’s inadvertent characterization of Joffrey.] He'll be the greatest king there ever was, a golden lion, and I'll give him sons with beautiful blond hair.

[A look of realization spreads across Ned's face after listening to the last part of Sansa's statement.]

Arya Stark:
The lion's not his sigil, idiot. He's a stag like his father.

Sansa Stark:
He is not! He is nothing like that old, drunk king.

Ned Stark:
Go on, girls. Get your septas and start packing your things.

Sansa Stark:
Wait!

Arya Stark:
Come on!

Sansa Stark:
But it's not fair!

[The girls leave the room and Ned reopens the book of lineages to the page of the Baratheon family.]

Ned Stark:
Lord Orys Baratheon, black of hair...Axel Baratheon, black of hair...Lyonel Baratheon, black of hair...Steffon Baratheon, black of hair...Robert Baratheon, black of hair...Joffrey Baratheon, goldenhead.

[Ned's eyes widen as he puts the pieces together. He closes the book.]

Khal Drogo:
You are no king.

[enraged, Viserys draws his scimitar and brandishes it.]

Viserys Targaryen:
Keep away from me!

Daenerys Targaryen:
Viserys, please.

Viserys Targaryen:
There she is.

Jorah Mormont:
Put the sword down. They'll kill us all.

Viserys Targaryen:
They can't kill us. They can't shed blood in their sacred city. But I can. I want what I came for. [to Daenerys, holding his scimitar to her belly] I want the crown he promised me. He bought you, but he never paid for you. Tell him I want what was bargained for, or I'm taking you back. He can keep the baby. I'll cut it out and leave it for him.

Khal Drogo:
Anha vazhak maan rek me zala. Anha vazhak maan firikhnharen hoshora ma mahrazhi aqovi affin mori atihi mae!

Viserys Targaryen:
What's he saying?

Daenerys Targaryen:
He says yes. You shall have a golden crown... that men shall tremble to behold.

Viserys Targaryen:
That was all I wanted. What-what was promised.

Khal Drogo:
Qora mae.

[Drogo's Bloodriders seize Viserys's wrists, breaking his right arm and forcing him to drop the sword.]

Viserys Targaryen:
Ahh! No! No! You cannot touch me. I am the Dragon! I am the Dragon! I want my crown! Ahh!

[The Dothraki force him to his knees as he yells in pain; Drogo unbuckles his belt of gold ornaments.]

Khal Drogo:
Ammeni haz jolin!

[Drogo drops the gold belt into a soup-pot and watches it melt]

Jorah Mormont:
Look away, Khaleesi.

Daenerys Targaryen:
No.

Viserys Targaryen:
No, Dany. Dany, tell them. Make them! Dany, make them. No, you can't! Just please! Dany, please!

Khal Drogo:
A crown for a king.

[He upends the pot and empties its contents onto Viserys head, killing him]

Jorah Mormont:
Khaleesi?

Daenerys Targaryen:
He was no dragon. Fire cannot kill a dragon.

Ros:
Why don't you join us, My Lord?

Petyr Baelish:
I'm saving myself for another.

Ros:
What she doesn't know won't hurt her.

Peter Baelish:
A stupid saying. What we don't know is usually what gets us killed.

[After seeing Daenerys survive her husband's funeral pyre, and her three baby dragons hatch.]

Jorah Mormont:
Blood of my blood.