(Jon hugs Gilly and notices she's pregnant...)
Samwell Tarly: Yes, well, the nights have been getting longer and there wasn't that much to do in Oldtown. There's only so many books a person can read, so we...
Gilly: I'm sure he knows how it happens, Sam. If it's a boy, we want to name him Jon.
Jon Snow: I hope it's a girl.
Samwell Tarly: These maesters... they set me to the task of preserving that man's window counting and annulments and bowel movements for all eternity, while the secret to defeating the Night King's probably sitting on some dusty shelf somewhere, completely ignored. But that's all right, isn't it? We can all become slavering, murderous imbeciles in thrall to evil incarnate as long as we can have access to the full records of High Septon Maynard's 15,782 shits!
Gilly: Steps. That number was the steps.
Gilly (to Sam): Maynard says here that he issued an annulment for a Prince "Ragger" and remarried him to someone else at the same time in a secret ceremony in Dorne. Is that a common thing in the south or...?
Randyll Tarly: How'd you come to meet my son?
Gilly: The Night's Watch came to our keep.
Randyll Tarly: Where?
Samwell Tarly: Gilly.
Gilly: North of the Wall.
Randyll Tarly: North of the Wall? You're a wildling. The Seven Kingdoms have waged war against these savages for centuries and here I sit hosting one in my hall! Thanks to my son...
Gilly (to Sam): You're nervous. You're a nervous talker. (Sam gets quiet) That's not any better being a nervous mute.
Samwell Tarly: And they all think you're just a...
Gilly: A what?
Samwell Tarly: Well, a wildling.
Gilly: My father hated that word.
Samwell Tarly: It's not a very nice word, I suppose.
Gilly: I don't know. It makes me sound a bit dangerous, doesn't it?