Tyrion Lannister: If we marry them, they could rule together.
Varys: She's his aunt.
Tyrion Lannister: That never stopped a Targaryen before.
Varys: No, but Jon grew up in Winterfell. Is marrying your aunt common in the North? You know our queen better than I do. Do you think she wants to share the throne? She does not like to have her authority questioned.
(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.
Jaime Lannister: Highgarden will never belong to a cutthroat.
Bronn: No? Who were your ancestors, the ones who made your family rich? Fancy lads in silk? They were f*cking cutthroats. That's how all the great houses started, isn't it? With a hard b*stard who was good at killing people. Kill a few hundred people, they make you a lord. Kill a few thousand, they make you king. And then all your c*cksucking grandsons can ruin the family with their c*cksucking ways.
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!