Eddard Stark (reading aloud): "Lord Orys Baratheon, black of hair. Axel Baratheon, black of hair. Lyonel Baratheon, black of hair. Steffon Baratheon, black of hair. Robert Baratheon, black of hair. Joffrey Baratheon... Golden-haired."
Joffrey Baratheon: Will you forgive me for my rudeness?
Sansa Stark: There's nothing to forgive.
Joffrey Baratheon: You're My Lady. One day we'll be married in the throne room. Lords and ladies from all over the Seven Kingdoms will come, from the last hearth in the North to the Salt Shore in the South, and you will be Queen over all of them. I'll never disrespect you again. I'll never be cruel to you again. Do you understand me? You're My Lady now, from this day until my last day.
Tyrion Lannister: I'm a vile man, I confess it. My crimes and sins are beyond counting. I have lied and cheated... gambled and whored. I'm not particularly good at violence, but I'm good at convincing others to do violence for me. You want specifics, I suppose. When I was seven I saw a servant girl bathing in the river. I stole her robe. She was forced to return to the castle naked and in tears. If I close my eyes, I can still see her tits bouncing. When I was 10 I stuffed my Uncle's boots with goatshit. When confronted with my crime, I blamed a squire. Poor boy was flogged and I escaped justice. When I was 12 I milked my eel into a pot of turtle stew. I flogged the one-eyed snake. I skinned my sausage. I made the bald man cry into the turtle stew, which I do believe my sister ate. At least I hope she did. Once I brought a jackass and a honeycomb into a brothel...
Lysa Arryn: Silence!
Robin Arryn: What happened next?
Syrio Forel (to Arya): There is only one God and his name is Death. And there is only one thing we say to Death: "Not today."
Robert Baratheon (to Ned): I never loved my brothers. A sad thing for a man to admit, but it's true. You were the brother I chose.
Cersei Lannister (to Robert): I should wear the armor and you the gown. (Robert slaps her) I shall wear this like a badge of honor.
Robert Baratheon: Wear it in silence or I'll honor you again.
Cersei Lannister: I felt something for you once, you know?
Robert Baratheon: I know.
Cersei Lannister: Even after we lost our first boy. For quite a while, actually. Was it ever possible for us? Was there ever a time, ever a moment?
Robert Baratheon: No. Does that make you feel better or worse?
Cersei Lannister: It doesn't make me feel anything.
Robert Baratheon: Sometimes I don't know what holds it together.
Cersei Lannister: Our marriage.
Robert Baratheon: Ah, so here we sit 17 years later, holding it all together. Don't you get tired?
Cersei Lannister: Every day.
Robert Baratheon: How long can hate hold a thing together?
Cersei Lannister: Well, 17 years is quite a long time.
Robert Baratheon (to Cersei): Our purpose died with the Mad King. Now we've got as many armies as there are men with gold in their purse. And everybody wants something different. Your father wants to own the world. Ned Stark wants to run away and bury his head in the snow.
Cersei Lannister: I'm sorry your marriage to Ned Stark didn't work out. You seemed so good together.
Robert Baratheon: I'm glad I could do something to make you happy.
Tyrion Lannister: The Eyrie. They say it's impregnable.
Bronn: Give me 10 good men and some climbing spikes... I'll impregnate the bitch.
Tyrion Lannister: I like you.
Eddard Stark: Jon (Arryn) was a man of peace. He was Hand for 17 years, 17 good years. Why kill him?
Varys: He started asking questions.