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 f*cking dragon and fought. What kind of person climbs on a f*cking dragon? A madman or a king!
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 f*cking 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 f*cker like you live this long?
Tormund: I'm good at killing people.
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.