They told me you were mean. Were you born mean or you just hate wildlings
I want to make babies with her, think of them, great big monsters, they'd conquer the world
I like you boy, but if you lie to me, I'll pull your guts out through your throat
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
