VARYS: Sadly, I cannot. PYCELLE: No jizz, quite right. BAELISH: A sorcerer cut off your junk, we know. At least it wasn’t your head. VARYS: Poor Ned Stark. What will the North do? PYCELLE: My jizz is like baking soda. VARYS: The Stark bannermen? BAELISH: Why are they so fucking happy?
ROBB: Yeah, yeah! We fight for independence, it’s a glorious day ‘cause I married for love, and it’s cool with the Freys Yeah, we’re heading to a wedding, gonna party today And I’m gonna be a dad? God, everything’s great!
CATELYN: Winter is coming. ROBB: So we’ll hang out inside! CATELYN: But Winterfell burned down, Robb ROBB: Look on the bright side. Lemme hear my Starks: are we doin’ alright?
BRAN: Father’s dead, we’re homeless, and I’m crippled for life. RICKON: I’m hungry. ARYA: I’m alone in the middle of a war. SANSA: I love the gay boy, but I married the dwarf.
ROBB: See that’s what I’m talkin’ ‘bout, we’re havin’ a ball. LYSA: I’m gonna breastfeed Robin ‘til my breasts fall off. ROBB: Brienne, how’s it going with the Kingslayer? BRIENNE: Rapists have me and I’m fighting a bear! ROBB: Cool! How’s it hangin’, Theon? THEON: Realy bad! ARYA: I met a lady who had demons in her wag!
EVERYBODY: We are the North Side, ey! Doin’ it our own way! ROBB: Hey, it’s my boy - Jon Snow! What up, Jon?