Tyrion Lannister, I name you hand of the Queen.


Jon Snow: I’m not a Stark.
Sansa: You are to me.

If you ever come back this way, I will execute you myself.


Davos: Tell him what you did to her. TELL HIM.
Melisandre: We burnt her at the stake.

Sometimes before we can usher in the new, the old has to be put to rest.


It appears that Queen Mother doesn’t want to attend her own trial.

High Sparrow

Faith is the way, father.


I humble myself before the seven and accept whatever punishment the gods deem just.

Ser Loras

Brothel Worker: You got my money?
Pycelle: Later, go way.