(Tormund after seeing Jaime go after Brienne...)
Tormund (to the Hound): After all that, this fucker comes north and takes her from me. Just takes her, like that. I mean it, Clegane. My heart is broken.
Tormund: I saw him riding that thing. I did. That's why we all agreed to follow him. That's the kind of man he is. He's little... but he's strong. Strong enough to befriend an enemy and get murdered for it! Most people get bloody murdered, they stay that way. Not this one.
Jon Snow: Yeah, I didn't have much say in that.
Tormund: Ah! He comes back and keeps fighting. Here, north of the Wall, and then back here again. He keeps fighting. He keeps fighting. He climbed on a fucking dragon and fought. What kind of person climbs on a fucking dragon? A madman or a king!
Tormund: They call me "Giantsbane." Want to know why? I killed a giant when I was 10. Then I climbed right into bed with his wife. When she woke up, you know what she did? Suckled me at her teat for three months. Thought I was her baby. That's how I got so strong. Giant's milk.
Tormund: I have a beauty waiting for me back at Winterfell. If I ever get back there. Yellow hair, blue eyes, the tallest woman you've ever seen. Almost as tall as you.
Sandor Clegane: Brienne of Tarth.
Tormund: You know her?
Sandor Clegane: You're with Brienne of fucking Tarth?
Tormund: Well, not with her yet. But I see the way she looks at me.
Sandor Clegane: How does she look at you? Like she wants to carve you up and eat your liver?
Tormund: You do know her.
Sandor Clegane: We've met.
Tormund: I want to make babies with her. Think of them... great big monsters. They'd conquer the world.
Sandor Clegane: How did a mad fucker like you live this long?
Tormund: I'm good at killing people.
Tormund: How many queens are there now?
Jon Snow: Two.
Tormund: And you need to convince the one with the dragons or the one who fucks her brother?
Jon Snow: Both.
Tormund: Isn't it your job to talk him out of stupid fucking ideas like this?
Davos Seaworth: I've been failing at that job of late.
Dim Dalba: We'll be the last of the free folk.
Jon Snow: That's what'll happen to you if we lose. The Boltons, the Karstarks, the Umbers, they know you're here. They know that more than half of you are women and children. After they finish with me, they'll come for you. You're right. This isn't your fight. You shouldn't have to come to Winterfell with me. I shouldn't be asking you. It's not the deal we made. I need you with me if we're going to beat them, and we need to beat them if you're going to survive.
Tormund: The crows killed him because he spoke for the free folk when no other southerners would. He died for us. If we are not willing to do the same for him, we're cowards. And if that's what we are, we deserve to be the last of the free folk.