Ramsay Bolton: Our time together is about to come to an end. That's all right. You can't kill me. I'm part of you now.
Sansa Stark: Your words will disappear. Your house will disappear. Your name will disappear. All memory of you will disappear.
Ramsay Bolton: My hounds will never harm me.
Sansa Stark: You haven't fed them in seven days. You said it yourself.
Ramsay Bolton: They're loyal beasts.
Sansa Stark: They were. Now they're starving.
Ramsay Bolton: I'm Lord Bolton's eldest son.
Sansa Stark: But you're a b*stard. A trueborn will always have the stronger claim.
Ramsay Bolton: I've been naturalized by a royal decree from...
Sansa Stark: Tommen Baratheon? Another b*stard.
Ramsay Bolton: B*stards can rise high in the world. Like your half-brother Jon Snow. Born the b*stard of Winterfell, now the Lord Commander of the Night's Watch.
Roose Bolton: Tell me what you see.
Ramsay Snow: Nothing?
Roose Bolton: Not nothing. The North. Ride 700 miles that way, you're still in the North. 400 miles that way. 300 miles that way. The North is larger than the other six kingdoms combined. And I am the Warden of the North. The North is mine. Now tell me, what is your name?
Ramsay Snow: Ramsay Snow.
Roose Bolton: No, not Ramsay Snow. (gives Ramsay a letter) Open it. From this day until your last day, you are Ramsay Bolton, son of Roose Bolton, Warden of the North.
Ramsay Bolton: You honor me. I swear I will uphold your name and your tradition. I will be worthy of you, Father, I promise.
Ramsay Snow (to Theon): People talk about phantom limbs. An amputee might have an itch where his foot used to be. So I've always wondered... do eunuchs have a phantom c*ck? Next time you think about naked girls, would you feel an itch? Sorry. I shouldn't make jokes. My mother taught me not to throw stones at cripples. But my father taught me to aim for their head.