Bronn: Oh, speaking of builders, all the best brothels burned down. The Master of Coin is willing to fund reconstruction.
Samwell Tarly: Uh... the Archmaester is less than enthusiastic about the salutary effects of brothels.
Bronn: Well, I imagine he isn't using them properly.
Brienne of Tarth: I think we can all agree that ships take precedence over brothels.
Bronn: I think that's a very presumptuous statement.
Tyrion Lannister: I once brought a jackass and a honeycomb into a brothel...
Sansa Stark: You vouch for him?
Brienne of Tarth: I do.
Sansa Stark: You would fight beside him?
Brienne of Tarth: I would.
Sansa Stark: I trust you with my life. If you trust him with yours, we should let him stay.
Podrick Payne: Catelyn Stark would be proud. You kept your vow.
Brienne of Tarth: I did next to nothing.
Brienne of Tarth: Should I fail to persuade the Blackfish to surrender and if you attack the castle, honor compels me to fight for Sansa's kin.
Jaime Lannister: Of course it does.
Brienne of Tarth: To fight you.
Jaime Lannister: Let's hope it doesn't come to that.
Brienne of Tarth: Lady Sansa, I offer my services once again. I will shield your back and keep your counsel and give my life for yours if need be. I swear it by the old gods and the new.
Sansa Stark: And I vow... that you shall always have a place by my hearth and...
Podrick Payne: Meat and mead at my table.
Sansa Stark: ...meat and mead at my table. And I pledge to ask no service of you that might bring you dishonor. I swear it by the old gods and the new.
Brienne of Tarth: In the name of Renly of House Baratheon, First of His Name, rightful King of the Andals and the First Men, Lord of the Seven Kingdoms and Protector of the Realm, I, Brienne of Tarth, sentence you to die. Do you have any last words?
Stannis Baratheon: Go on, do your duty.
Podrick Payne: She's far away from the Lannisters. This is her home. Maybe Lady Sansa's better off here.
Brienne of Tarth: Better off with the Boltons who murdered her mother and brother? Sansa's in danger even if she doesn't realize it.
Podrick Payne: But wasn't he...? Lord Tyrion said he was...
Brienne of Tarth: Yes, Pod, he liked men. I'm not an idiot. He didn't love me, he didn't want me, he danced with me because he was kind and he didn't want to see me hurt. He saved me from being a joke. From that day until his last day. And I couldn't save him in return. Nothing's more hateful than failing to protect the one you love. One day, I will avenge King Renly.
Podrick Payne: How did you end up serving Renly?
Brienne of Tarth: When I was a girl, my father held a ball. I'm his only living child, so he wanted to make a good match for me. He invited dozens of young lords to Tarth. I didn't want to go, but he dragged me to the ballroom. And it was wonderful. None of the boys noticed how mulish and tall I was. They shoved each other and threatened to duel when they thought it was their turn to dance. They whispered in my ear how they wanted to marry me and take me back to their castles. My father smiled at me and I smiled at him. I had never been so happy. Till I saw a few of the boys snickering. And then they all started to laugh, they couldn't keep the game going any longer. They were toying with me. "Brienne the Beauty", they called me. Great joke. And I realized I was the ugliest girl alive. A great lumbering beast. I tried to run away, but Renly Baratheon took me in his arms. "Don't let them see your tears," he told me. "They're nasty little shits and nasty little shits aren't worth crying over." He danced with me and none of the other boys could say a word. Renly was the king's brother after all.
Brienne of Tarth (to Jaime): You told them Tarth was full of sapphires. It's called the Sapphire Isle because of the blue of its water. You knew that. Why did you help me?