I don't see many lannisters where I'm from.

I tell you a secret.

You're not a golden Lion.

You're just a pink little man who's far too slow on the draw.

You killed her, Okay?

You don't look anywhere else.

We can fix this move.

She's so much as twitches.

You swore allegiance to House Stark Lord glover, but in their hour of greatest need.

You refused the call.

But I am every bit as much of northern a resume.

Indeed, you are, my lady.

No one.

I don't need your permission to defend the north.

Why won't you let me go?

What you say goes 5678.