I heard what your brother did to you. Pressed your face to the fire like you're a nice juicy mutton chop
Brave men, all of you. Butchered a woman pregnant with her babe. Cut the throat of a mother of five. Slaughtered your guests after inviting them into your home. But you didn't slaughter every one of the Starks. No, no, that was your mistake.
Lots of things make me happy, like killing Polliver, killing Rorge
I'm a Stark, a Direwolf. Direwolves don't cry!