They told me you were mean. Were you born mean or you just hate wildlings
I don't think you're truly mean, you have sad eyes
Plenty of little men tried to put their swords through my heart and there's plenty of little skeletons buried in the woods
Don't panic boy, this isn't the damned Night's Watch where we make you swear off girls
If we are not willing to do the same for him, we're cowards. And if that's what we are, we deserve to be the last of the free folk
I saw your pecker. What kind of god would have a pecker that small?
I have a beauty waiting for me at winterfell, if I ever get back there. Yellow hair, blue eyes, the tallest woman you've ever seen