— I'd like to see you in a silk dress.
— Would you?
— So I could tear it off you.
— Well, you rip my pretty silk dress, I'll blacken your eye.
— She loved you.
— She told you?
— No. All she ever talked about was killing you. That's how I know.
— I just... I always wanted to be a ranger.
— I always wanted to be a wizard.
— At some point, I want to hear how a Night's Watch recruit became King in the North.
— As long as you tell me how a Lannister became Hand to Daenerys Targaryen.
— A long and bloody tale. To be honest, I was drunk for most of it.
— My bannermen think I'm a fool for coming here.
— Of course they do. If I was your Hand, I would have advised against it. General rule of thumb, Stark men don't fare well when they travel south.
— True. But I'm not a Stark.
— You're Tyrion Lannister, the queen's brother?
— My greatest accomplishment.
So what's the point in serving a god if none of us knows what he wants?
— I heard it was best to keep your enemies close.
— Whoever said that didn't have many enemies.
Jon Snow: — We're all on the same side.
Gendry: — How can we be?
Jon Snow: — We're all breathing.
— The bastard of Winterfell.
— The dwarf of Casterly Rock.
— I always wanted to do the right thing. Be the right kind of person. But never knew what that meant. It's always seemed like there was... Like there was an impossible choice I had to make. Stark or Greyjoy.
— Our father was more of a father to you than yours ever was. And you betrayed him. Betrayed his memory.
— I did.
— But you never lost him. He's a part of you. Just like he's a part of me.
— But the things I've done...
— It's not my place to forgive you for all of it. But what I can forgive, I do. You don't need to choose. You're a Greyjoy and you're a Stark.
— All the best swords have names, you know.
— Sansa can keep her sewing needles. I've got a needle of my own.
