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
If I had to do it all over knowing where I'd end up, I pray I'd make the right choice again
You have a good heart, Jon Snow. It'll get us all killed
Soft fat boys like you. We'd have lasted a fortnight over you and still had bones left over for soup