For 300 years we kissed Tully boots, swore oaths to them and their stinking fish banners. Not again. Riverrun is ours
when I told you to hunt him down and kill him, you couldn't find him. That's what it means
Go on, mock me, boy. You think I mind? The Tullys mocked me for years. The Starks mocked me. Where are they now?
Riverrun belonged to House Tully for a thousand years. Now it's mine