HBO Max original series Game of Thrones premiered April 17th, 2011.
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King Joffrey
King Joffrey Baratheon inherits the throne from his father in King’s Landing, Westeros.
“Well struck. Well struck, dog. Did you like that? I already said it was well struck. Who’s next? Are you drunk? Two cups? That’s not much at all. Please, have another cup. Yes. To celebrate my name day. Have two. Have as much as you like. Ser Meryn, help Ser Dontos celebrate my name day. See that he drinks his fill.”
“What did you say? Did you say I can’t? What kind of stupid peasant’s superstition… take him away. I’ll have him killed tomorrow, the fool. Did you hear my lady, Ser Dontos? From this day, you’ll be my new fool. I’ve been here, ruling the kingdoms. We heard you were dead.”
“Her loss? Her father was a confessed traitor. What work? Why are you here?”
Queen Sansa
“It was well struck, your grace. Yes, your grace. You can’t. I only meant it would be bad luck to kill a man on your name day. He is. A fool– you’re so clever to see it. He’ll make a much better fool than a knight. He doesn’t deserve the mercy of a quick death.”
“My father was a traitor. My mother and brother and traitors, too. I am loyal to my beloved Joffrey.”
Tyrion Lannister / Bronn
Outstanding Supporting Actor In A Drama Series
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“Beloved nephew. We looked for you on the battlefield. You were nowhere to be found. What a fine job you’ve done. Look at you. More beautiful than ever. And you! You– you’re going to be bigger than the hound, but much better looking. This one doesn’t like me.”
“Can’t imagine why. Me, too, dear. Death is so boring, especially now with so much excitement in the world. My lady, I’m sorry for your loss. But still her father. Surely having so recently lost your own beloved father you can sympathize. Of course you are. Well, enjoy your name day, your grace. Wish I could stay and celebrate, but there is work to be done.”
“Don’t get up. More ravishing than ever, big sister. War agrees with you. Forgive the interruption. Carry on. Ah, it’s been a remarkable journey. I pissed off the edge of the wall, I slept in a sky cell, I fought with the hill tribes– so many adventures, so much to be thankful for.”
“Yes, well, I do believe the Hand of the King is welcome at all small council meetings. Yes, but in his absence… if I were capable of tricking father, I’d be emperor of the world by now. You brought this on yourself. Quite right– you did nothing. When your son called for Ned Stark’s head. Now the entire North has risen up against us. Did you? You failed.”
“That bit of theater will haunt our family for a generation. Who’s won every battle he’s fought. Do you understand we’re losing the war? Nothing. But I know people. And I know that our enemies hate each other almost as much as they hate us. Joffrey is king. I’m only here to advise him. And if the king listens to what I say, the king might just get his uncle Jaime back.”
“You love your children. It’s your one redeeming quality. That and your cheekbones. The Starks love their children as well. And we have two of them. One? Disappeared? What, in a puff of smoke? We had three Starks to trade. You chopped one’s head off and let another escape. Father will be furious. It must be odd for you… to be the disappointing child.”
Cersei Lannister
“You command the city watch, do you not, Lord Slynt? And are you not a lord at my command? Then do your job. Shut the gates to the peasants. They belong in the field, not our capitol. What are you doing here?”
“What are you doing here? This is the small council. Our father is Hand of the King. Out! All of you out! I would like to know how you tricked father into this. I’ve done nothing. I tried to stop it.”
“Robb Stark is a child. What do you know about warfare? Joffrey is king. You are here to advise him. How? One. Arya, little animal– she disappeared.”
Sandor Clegane ‘The Hound’
“The girl is right. What a man sows on his name day he reaps all year.”
Maester Pycelle / Lord Varys
“The raven arrived from the citadel this morning, your grace. The conclave has met, considered reports from Maesters all over the seven kingdoms, and declared this great summer done at last. The longest summer in living memory. The peasants say, a long summer means an even longer winter. A common superstition.”
“Your father has named Lord Tyrion to serve as Hand in his stead while he fights.”
Littlefinger
“We have enough wheat for a five-year winter. If it lasts any longer, we’ll have fewer peasants.”
Winterfell
“My lord, may the old Gods watch over your brother and all our northern sons. The walls of my holdfast will not stand the winter. The stone were last mortared in the time of King Aerys, and I’m afraid the masons today are not fit to carry their fathers’ hammers. When I was a boy, I remember seeing them put up a new tower at Torrhen’s Square in a summer. Men worked back then. Today, my holdfast looks like it was built by drunk children. At night you can hear the wind howling through the gaps. And the gods forbit it rains. Why, I might as well sleep beneath a waterfall.”
“Maintenance of a holdfast generally falls to the lord of that holdfast. Generally, yes, but I’ve sent all the young men off to fight Robb Stark’s war. Maybe not, my lord, but he called in his banners and took the men. Of course I remember! We can spare four masons for a week, my lord. Will that be sufficient to repair your walls? I– I believe it will. We didn’t want him here all day, did we? Nor did I.”
“But listening to people you’d rather not listen to is one of your responsibilities as lord of Winterfell. Lord Portan. My lord, may the old gods watch over your brother and all our northern sons. Boil this for an hour and drink the tea. Makes all your pain go away. Lucky for you. You’ve been having those dreams again. Everyone dreams. Did they? I heard some other fools say it’s Lannister red. Means the Lannisters will rule all seven kingdoms before long. Heard a stable boy say it’s the color of blood to mark the death of your father. The stars don’t fall for men.”
“The red comet means one thing, boy– dragons.”
Bran Stark
“King Robb. And it’s not his war. He didn’t choose it. Joffrey killed my father, your liege lord. Do you remember your vows, ser? I didn’t like the way he was talking about Robb. Don’t have any pain. That way. I don’t dream. I don’t. Heard some of the men talking about the comet. They say it’s an omen. They say it means Robb will win a great victory in the south.”
“The dragons are all dead. They’ve been dead for centuries.”
Daenarys Targaryen / the Dothraki
“Mmm. Mmm. Mmm. What did your brother say about them, Khaleesi? He said they ate meat. He didn’t tell you what kind of meat? My brother didn’t know anything about dragons. He didn’t know anything about anything. Eh. She was Drogo’s first gift to me. I remember. I promised to protect them. I promised them their enemies would die screaming. How do I make starvation scream? A trick I never learned, I’m afraid. Does it ever end? This is father east than I’ve ever been. But, yes, Khaleesi, everything ends, even the red waste.”
“And you’re sure there’s no other way? If we go south to the land of the Lazarheen, the lamb men will kill us and take your dragons. If we go west to the Dothraki sea, the first Khalasar we meet will kill us and take your dragons. No one will take my dragons. They are too weak to fight, as are your people. You must be their strength. As you are mine. Rakaro, Aggo, Kovarro. Take our remaining horses. You will ride east, you southeast, and you northeast.”
“What do we seek, Khaleesi? Cities, living or dead. Caravans and people. Rivers or lakes or the great salt sea. Find how far the Red Waste extends before us, and what lies on the other side. Rakharo… you are my last hope, blood of my blood. I will not fail you, blood of my blood. You never have. This is bad time to start.”
Jon Snow / North of the Wall
“Having a rough time of it? Nothing’s killed me yet. Your ass killed the sledge. You offered me a ride. I just wanted you to shut up about your damn blisters. I was born in a place like this. Later, I fell on hard times.”
King’s Landing
“Lothor Brune, freerider in the service of Lord Baelish. Ser Dontos the Red of House Hollard. Ser Dontos the Red of House Hollard! Here I am. Here I am. Sorry, your grace. My deepest apologies. No. Uh, no. No, your grace. I had two cups of wine. Are you sure, your grace? I would be honored, your grace. Thank you, your grace. And you, my lady, thank you.”
“I’m glad you’re not dead. The city’s drowning in refugees, your grace, fleeing the war. We have nowhere to house them. And with winter coming, it’ll only get worse. I do, your grace. I owe my title and lands to your generosity, your grace. Yes, your grace.”
