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 (to Rickon): Do you like games, little man? Let's play a game. Run to your brother. The sooner you make it to him, the sooner you get to see him again. That's it. That's the game. Easy. Ready? Go.
Walda Bolton: Ramsay, where is your father? Ramsay. Where is Lord Bolton?
Ramsay Bolton: I am Lord Bolton.
Walda Bolton: Ramsay. Ramsay, please. I'll leave Winterfell. I'll go back to the Riverlands. Please. Ramsay. He's your brother.
Ramsay Bolton: I prefer being an only child.
Ramsay Bolton: I'm Lord Bolton's eldest son.
Sansa Stark: But you're a bastard. A trueborn will always have the stronger claim.
Ramsay Bolton: I've been naturalized by a royal decree from...
Sansa Stark: Tommen Baratheon? Another bastard.
Ramsay Bolton: Bastards can rise high in the world. Like your half-brother Jon Snow. Born the bastard of Winterfell, now the Lord Commander of the Night's Watch.
Ramsay Bolton (to Theon): Reek... I told you to watch. You've known Sansa since she was a girl. Now watch her become a woman.
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.
Yara Greyjoy: Give me my brother and no more of your men will die.
Ramsay Snow: You've got bigger balls than he ever did. But with those big balls of yours... how fast can you run?
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 cock? 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.