Brothers, a hundred generations have defended this castle. She's never fallen before, she will not fall tonight
Do you think Ned Stark's bastard bleeds like the rest of us?
Soft fat boys like you. We'd have lasted a fortnight over you and still had bones left over for soup
I had a choice, Lord Commander. Betray you or betray the Night's Watch. You brought an army of wildlings into our lands. An army of murderers and raiders