Rickard Stark: Remember that you are a Stark. Comport yourself with dignity at the Vale and try to stay out of fights.
Ned Stark: Yes, Father.
Rickard Stark: But if you have to fight, win.
(Flashback to little Ned Stark)
Eddard Stark (reading aloud): "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... Golden-haired."
Eddard Stark: Jon (Arryn) was a man of peace. He was Hand for 17 years, 17 good years. Why kill him?
Varys: He started asking questions.
Eddard Stark: You're too fat for your armor.
Robert Baratheon: Fat? Fat, is it? Is that how you speak to your King? (to Lannister boy): You heard the Hand. The King's too fat for his armor. Go find the breastplate stretcher - now!
Eddard Stark: "The breastplate stretcher"?
Robert Baratheon: How long before he figures it out?
Eddard Stark: Maybe you should have one invented.
Cersei Lannister: You're just a soldier, aren't you? You take your orders and you carry on. I suppose it makes sense. Your older brother was trained to lead and you were trained to follow.
Eddard Stark: I was also trained to kill my enemies, your Grace.
Cersei Lannister: As was I.
Eddard Stark: You will marry a high lord and rule his castle. And your sons shall be knights and princes and lords. Hmm?
Arya Stark: No. That's not me.
Eddard Stark (to Arya): I don't want to frighten you, but I won't lie to you either. We've come to a dangerous place. We cannot fight a war amongst ourselves.
Eddard Stark: Do you know the first thing about sword fighting?
Arya Stark: Stick 'em with the pointy end.
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 (to Jon): There's great honor serving in The Night's Watch. The Starks have manned the wall for thousands of years. And you are a Stark. You might not have my name, but you have my blood.
Eddard Stark: I hope I'll serve you well.
Robert Baratheon: You will. And I'll make sure you don't look so fucking grim all the time.