Игра престолов/Сезон 6

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Красная женщина [6.01]

Alliser Thorne: You all know why you're here. Jon Snow is dead.

Ranger: Who killed him?

Alliser Thorne: I did. And Bowen Marsh and Othell Yarwyck, and the other officers in this castle.

Ranger: Murderers!

Ranger: Traitors!

[The rangers shout and argue amongst each other]

Alliser Thorne: Alright! We've committed treason, all of us! Jon Snow was my Lord Commander. I had no love for him, that was no secret. But I never once disobeyed an order. Loyalty is the foundation on which the Night's Watch is built and the Watch means everything to me. I have given my life - we've all given our lives - to the Night's Watch. Jon Snow was going to destroy the Night's Watch. He led the wildlings through our gates as no Lord Commander has ever done before. He gave them the very lands on which they reaved and raped and murdered. Lord Commander Snow did what he thought was right, I've no doubt about that. And what he thought was right would have been the end of us. He thrust a terrible choice upon us and we made it.

[Ramsay views the dead body of his love, Myranda]

Maester Wolken: Shall I have a grave dug for her, my lord? Or would you rather the men build a pyre?

Ramsay Bolton: Buried, burned. She's good meat. Feed her to the hounds.

Trystane Martell: I told you I'm not hungry.

Obara Sand: We're not here to feed you. We're here to kill you.

Nymeria Sand: You want her to do it? Or me?

Trystane Martell: We are family. I don't want to hurt you.

Nymeria Sand: Her or me?

[Trystane grabs his sword]

Trystane Maetell: You.

Nymeria Sand: Good.

Obara Sand: Smart boy.

[Trystane and Nymeria circle each other. Obara spears Trystane in the back of the head, killing him]

Nymeria Sand: You're a greedy bitch, you know that?

Дом [6.02]

Jaime Lannister: You're a bold man.

High Sparrow: On the contrary. I fear a great deal. The father, the mother, the warrior. Do you know why we use these stones? To remind us not to fear death. We close our eyes on this world and open them in the next.

Jaime Lannister: You must long for the next life.

High Sparrow: [chuckles] In truth, I fear that too.

Jaime Lannister: You imprisoned and humiliated my sister!

High Sparrow: Your sister sought the gods' mercy and atoned for her sin.

Jaime Lannister: What about my sins? I broke a sacred oath and stabbed my king in the back. I killed my own cousin. When the gods judged my brother guilty, I helped him escape that justice. What atonement do I deserve.

[He puts his hand on his sword]

High Sparrow: You would spill blood in this holy place?

Jaime Lannister: The gods won't mind. They've spilled more blood than the rest of us combined.

High Sparrow: Go on then. I deserve it. We all do. We are weak, vain creatures. We live only by the mother's mercy.

[Numerous Sparrows enter the room and surround them]

Jaime Lannister: They should be closer if you mean for them to save you.

High Sparrow: I don't. They'd never reach me before you struck.

Jaime Lannister: I've fought against worse odds.

High Sparrow: No doubt many of us would fall. But who are we? Hm? We have no names, no family, everyone one of us is poor, powerless, and yet together we can overthrow an empire.

Alliser Thorne: You fucking traitor!

Eddison Tollet: The only traitors here are the ones who shoved their knives into their Lord Commander's heart.

Alliser Thorne: For thousands of years, the Night's Watch has held Castle Black against the Wildlings.

Tormund Giantsbane: Until you.

Harald Karstark: The Starks lost my house the day King Robb cut off my father's head. It's time for new blood in the North.

[Balon starts to cross a rope bridge amid a rainstorm. He notices a hooded figure blocking his way.]

Balon Greyjoy: Let me pass. You fool, move aside for your king.

[The hooded figure removes his hood, revealing himself.]

Euron Greyjoy: Haven't I always, brother?

Balon Greyjoy: I thought you'd be rotting under some foreign sea by now.

Euron Greyjoy: What is dead may never die. Has the custom changed since I've been gone? Aren't you supposed to repeat the words?

Balon Greyjoy: You can mock our god without my help.

Euron Greyjoy: I don't mock the Drowned God. I am the Drowned God. From Oldtown to Qarth, when men see my sails, they pray.

[Balon continues to cross the bridge.]

Euron Greyjoy: You're old, brother. You've had your time. Now, let another rule.

Balon Greyjoy: I heard you lost your mind during a storm on the Jade Sea. They tied you to the mast to keep you from jumping overboard.

Euron Greyjoy: They did.

Balon Greyjoy: And when the storm passed, you cut out their tongues.

Euron Greyjoy: I needed silence.

Balon Greyjoy: What kind of an ironborn loses his senses during a storm?

Euron Greyjoy: I am the storm, brother. The first storm and the last. And you're in my way.

Davos Seaworth: I assume you know why I'm here.

Melisandre: I will when you tell me.

Davos Seaworth: It's about the Lord Commander.

Melisandre: The former Lord Commander.

Davos Seaworth: Does he have to be?

Melisandre: What are you asking?

Davos Seaworth: Do you know of any magic that could help him? Bring him back.

Melisandre: If you want to help him, leave him be.

Davos Seaworth: Can it be done?

Melisandre: There are some with this power.

Davos Seaworth: How?

Melisandre: I don't know.

Davos Seaworth: Have you seen it done?

Melisandre: I met a man who came back from the dead, but the priest who did it...it shouldn't have been possible.

Davos Seaworth: But it was. It could be, now.

Melisandre: Not for me.

Davos Seaworth: Not for you? I saw you drink poison that should've killed you. I saw you give birth to a demon, made of shadows.

Melisandre: Everything I believed, the great victory I saw in the flames, all of it was a lie. You were right all along. The Lord never spoke to me.

Davos Seaworth: Fuck him, then. Fuck all of them. I'm not a devout man, obviously. Seven gods, drowned gods, tree gods, it's all the same. I'm not asking the Lord of Light for help. I'm asking the woman who showed me that miracles exist.

Melisandre: I never had this gift.

Davos Seaworth: Have you ever tried?

Клятвопреступник [6.03]

[Davos finds Jon, resurrected by Melisandre's spells]

Davos Seaworth: Easy, easy! Easy.

[Melisandre enters the room and stares at Jon, shocked]

Davos Seaworth: What do you remember?

Jon Snow: They stabbed me. Olly... he put a knife in my heart. I shouldn't be here.

Davos Seaworth: The Lady brought you back.

Melisandre: Afterwards... after they stabbed you, after you died. Where did you go? What did you see?

Jon Snow: Nothing. There was nothing at all.

Melisandre: The Lord let you come back for a reason. Stannis was not the Prince who was Promised, but someone has to be.

Davos Seaworth: Could you give us a moment? [Melisandre leaves] You were dead...and now you're not. And it's completely fucking mad, seems to me. I can only imagine how it seems to you.

Jon Snow: I did what I thought was right. And I got murdered for it. Now I'm back. Why?

Davos Seaworth: I don't know. Maybe we'll never know. What does it matter? You go on. You fight as long as you can, you clean up as much of the shit as you can.

Jon Snow: I don't know how to do that. I thought I did, but... I failed.

Davos Seaworth: Good. Now, go fail again.

[Bran and the Three-Eyed Raven watch a young Ned and five others approach the Tower of Joy]

Bran Stark: That's my father.

Three-eyed Raven: And that man beside him is Howland Reed, Meera's father.

[Ser Gerold Hightower and Ser Arthur Dayne walk past Bran]

Bran Stark: Ser Arthur Dayne.

Three-eyed Raven: The Sword of the Morning.

Bran Stark: My father said he was the best swordsman he ever saw.

[Hightower and Dayne confront Ned and his group]

Arthur Dayne: Lord Stark.

Ned Stark: I looked for you on the Trident.

Arthur Dayne: We weren't there.

Gerold Hightower: Your friend, the Usurper, would lie beneath the ground if we had been.

Ned Stark: The Mad King is dead. Rhaegar lies beneath the ground. Why weren't you there to protect your prince?

Arthur Dayne: Our prince wanted us here.

Ned Stark: Where's my sister?

Arthur Dayne: I wish you good fortune in the wars to come. And now it begins.

Ned Stark: No. Now it ends.

[The two sides draw swords and clash]

Bran Stark: [about Dayne] He's better than my father.

Three-eyed Raven: Far better.

Bran Stark: My father beat him.

Three-eyed Raven: Did he?

Bran Stark: I know he did. I heard the story a thousand times.

[Dayne disarms Ned. As he is about to finish him off, Howland stabs Dayne in the back of the neck. Dayne falls to his knees, mortally wounded.]

Bran Stark: He stabbed him in the back.

[Ned grabs his sword and kills Dayne. Screams are suddenly heard from the tower. Ned runs towards it.]

Bran Stark: What's in the tower?

Three-eyed Raven: That's enough for one day. We visit again another time.

Bran Stark: I want to see where he's going.

Three-eyed Raven: Time to go.

Bran Stark: Father!

Ramsay Bolton: The Umbers are a famously loyal house.

Harald Karstark: Famously loyal to the Starks.

Smalljon Umber: And you, Lord Karstark, your people share blood with the Starks, don't they? But here we are. Times change.

Ramsay Bolton: When my father became Warden of the North, your house refused to pledge their banners.

Smalljon Umber: Your father was a cunt.

Ramsay Bolton: My beloved father, the Warden.

Smalljon Umber: Your father was a cunt and that's why you killed him. I might've done the same to my father have he hadn't done me the favor of dying on his own.

Ramsay Bolton: My father was poisoned by our enemies.

Smalljon Umber: Hmm.

Ramsay Bolton: Why have you come to Winterfell, Lord Umber?

Smalljon Umber: The bastard Jon Snow let an army of wildlings past the Wall. We're farther North than any of you fuckers. Wildlings come down, we always have to fight them first. I like fighting wildlings, been doing it all me life. But there are too many of them for us to beat back alone.

Ramsay Bolton: So now you've come seeking help.

Smalljon Umber: We need to help each other. The colder it gets, the farther south those goat fuckers will roam. Won't take 'em long to get here.

Ramsay Bolton: You think a horde of wildlings can take Winterfell?

Smalljon Umber: If they got Jon Snow leading them, maybe. He knows this place better than we ever will.

Ramsay Bolton: Pledge your banners to House Bolton. Swear loyalty to me as Warden of the North, and we will fight together to destroy the bastard and all his wildling friends.

Smalljon Umber: I'm not kissing your fucking hand.

Ramsay Bolton: Traditionally a bannerman kneels before his lord.

Smalljon Umber: I'm not doing that either.

Ramsay Bolton: Why would I trust a man who won't honor tradition?

Smalljon Umber: Your father honored tradition. Knelt for Robb Stark, called him King of the North. Was Robb Stark right to trust your father?

Ramsay Bolton: Then it appears we're at a bit of an impasse.

Smalljon Umber: Fuck kneeling and fuck oaths. I've got a gift for you.

Ramsay Bolton: A girl, I hope. I prefer redheads.

Smalljon Umber: A girl, aye. A wild one.

[Two hooded captives are brought in. One hood is removed, revealing Osha]

Ramsay Bolton: I like them wild.

Smalljon Umber: And the boy. Nice and young. The way'Karstark likes them.

Ramsay Bolton: Who is this?

Smalljon Umber: Rickon Stark.

Ramsay Bolton: How do I know that's Rickon Stark?

[Smalljon places the severed head of Shaggydog on a table. Ramsay grins wickedly]

Ramsay Bolton: Welcome home, Lord Stark.

[Bowen Marsh, Othell Yarwyck, Ser Alliser Thorne, and Olly are about to be hanged.]

Jon Snow: If you have any last words, now is the time.

Bowen Marsh: You shouldn't be alive. It's not right.

Jon Snow: Neither was killing me.

Othell Yarwick: My mother's still living at White Harbor. Could you write her? Tell her I died fighting the wildlings.

Alliser Thorne: I had a choice, Lord Commander. Betray you or betray the Night's Watch. You brought an army of wildlings into our lands. An army of murderers and raiders. If I had to do it all over knowing where I'd end up, I pray I'd make the right choice again.

Jon Snow: I'm sure you would, Ser Alliser.

Alliser Thorne: I fought, I lost. Now I rest. But you, Lord Snow, you'll be fighting their battles forever.

[Jon moves to Olly. Olly stares stonily at Jon and says nothing. Jon cuts the rope, hanging all four.]

Eddison Tollett: We should burn the bodies.

Jon Snow: You should.

[Jon removes his black cloak and hands it to Edd.]

Eddison Tollett: What do you want me to do with this?

Jon Snow: Wear it. Burn it. Whatever you want. You have Castle Black. My watch is ended.

Книга Неведомого [6.04]

Cersei Lannister: The Small Council meeting is postponed, on the King's orders.

Olenna Tyrell: I would have thought we were perfectly clear the first time. You're not welcome.

Cersei Lannister: You once spoke of your respect for our father, because he understood the necessity of working with one's rivals.

Olenna Tyrell: My dear, you have been stripped of your dignity and authority, publicly shamed, and confined to the Red Keep. What's left to work with?

Jaime Lannister: Cersei is the mother of the King. She has the King's ear and his trust. And, the King has been speaking regularly with the High Sparrow about Queen Margaery, and Ser Loras.

Cersei Lannister: The High Sparrow seized power, knowing full well we'd bicker among ourselves, instead of seizing it back. Here we are. Well done to us. Now, the future of the Seven Kingdoms rests in his dirty peasant hands. In a few days, he'll have a trial for me but, before that, Queen Margaery will make her walk of atonement. Yes. Margaery will repent her sins before the good people of the city.

Olenna Tyrell: Ohhh, no. That cannot happen. That will not happen.

Cersei Lannister: I agree.

Jaime Lannister: You've got the second largest army in Westeros. You will bring them into the city, stop Queen Margaery's humiliation before it starts, and take her back into Crown custody.

Kevan Lannister: The King has ordered me to take no action against the High Sparrow, or the Faith Militant- out of fear for the Queen's safety.

Jaime Lannister: You will take no action at all. When the Tyrell armies come, you will stand down. Were you expressly forbidden from standing down?

Kevan Lannister: No. But, if the King should call...

Jaime Lannister: The whole thing will be over before anyone can call upon you to do anything. When the High Sparrow's back in custody or dead, preferably, and Margaery's back at Tommen's side, do you think the King will be angry at the outcome?

Cersei Lannister: You hate these fanatics as much as we do. You hate what they've done to your son. Do you want Lancel back? Or have you given him up for good?

Kevan Lannister: Of course I want him back.

Cersei Lannister: Then, stand aside. And let the people that took him from you be destroyed.

Kevan Lannister: If it doesn't go as planned the Sparrows have many friends in this city. We'll have civil war. Many will die.

Olenna Tyrell: Many will die, no matter what we do. Better them than us.

Sansa Stark: It's good soup. Do you remember those kidney pies Old Nan used to make?

Jon Snow: With the peas and onions. We never should have left Winterfell.

Sansa Stark: Don't you wish we could go back to the day we left? I want to scream at myself, "Don't go, you idiot!"

Jon Snow: How could we know?

Sansa Stark: I spent a lot of time thinking about what an ass I was to you. I wish I could change everything.

Jon Snow: We were children.

Sansa Stark: I was awful, just admit it.

Jon Snow: You were occasionally awful. I'm sure I can't have been great fun always sulking in the corner while the rest of you played.

Sansa Stark: Do you forgive me?

Jon Snow: There's nothing to forgive.

Sansa Stark: Forgive me.

Jon Snow: Alright, alright, I forgive you.

[The two laugh. Jon hands Sansa his cup of ale. Sansa takes a swig and coughs]

Jon Snow: You'd think after thousands of years the Night's Watch would learn how to make a good ale.

Sansa Stark: Mm. Where will you go?

Jon Snow: Where will we go? If I don't watch over you, father's ghost would come back and murder me.

Sansa Stark: Where will we go?

Jon Snow: I can't stay here after what happened.

Sansa Stark: There's only one place we can go: home.

Jon Snow: Well, should we tell the Boltons to pack up and leave?

Sansa Stark: We'll take it back from them.

Jon Snow: I don't have an army.

Sansa Stark: How many wildlings did you save?

Jon Snow: They didn't come here to serve me.

Sansa Stark: They owe you their lives. Think they'll be safe here if Roose Bolton remains Warden of the North?

Jon Snow: Sansa...

Sansa Stark: Winterfell is our home. It's ours. And Arya's and Bran's and Rickon's. Wherever they are, we have to fight for it.

Jon Snow: I'm tired of fighting! It's all I've done since I've left home! I've killed brothers of the Night's Watch, I've killed wildlings, I've killed men I admire, I hung a boy younger than Bran! I fought...and I lost.

Sansa Stark: If you don't take back the North, we'll never be safe. I want you to help me, but I'll do it myself if I have to.

Jon Snow: [reading a letter from Ramsay] "To the traitor and bastard Jon Snow, you allowed thousands of wildlings past the Wall, you have betrayed your own kind, you have betrayed the North. Winterfell is mine, bastard. Come and see. Your brother Rickon is in my dungeon. His direwolf's skin is on my floor. Come and see. I want my bride back. Send her to me, bastard, and I will not trouble you or your wildling lovers. Keep her from me, and I will ride North and slaughter every wildling man, woman, and babe living under your protection. You will watch as I skin them living."

[Jon stops]

Sansa STark: Go on.

Jon Snow: It's just more of the same.

[Sansa grabs the letter and reads it]

Sansa Stark: "You will watch as my soldiers take turns raping your sister, you will watch as my dogs devour your wild little brother, then I will spoon your eyes from their sockets and let my dogs do the rest. Come and see. Ramsay Bolton, Lord of Winterfell and Warden of the North."

Jon Snow: Lord of Winterfell and Warden of the North?

Sansa Stark: His father's dead. Ramsay killed him and now he has Rickon.

Jon Snow: We don't know that.

Sansa Stark: Yes we do.

Tormund Giantsbane: How many men does he have in his army?

Sansa Stark: I heard him say 5,000 once when he was talking about Stannis' attack.

Jon Snow: How many do you have?

Tormund Giantsbane: That can march and fight? 2,000. The rest are children and old people.

Sansa Stark: You're the son of the last true Warden of the North. Northern families are loyal, they'll fight for you if you ask. A monster has taken our home and our brother. We have to go back to Winterfell and save them both.

[Jon nods]

[The Khals of Khalar Vehven are discussing what to do with Daenerys.]

Daenerys Targaryen: Don't you want to know what I think?

Khal Moro: You'd rather be sold into slavery? Or maybe you'd like to show Rhalko here what you taste like?

Daenerys Targaryen: No. I don't want either of those things.

Khal Moro: We don't care what you want. This is the Temple of the Dosh Khaleen. You have no voice here, unless you are Dosh Khaleen. Which you are not, until we decide you are.

Daenerys Targaryen: I know where I am. I have been here before. This is where the Dosh Khaleen pronounced my child the Stallion Who Mounts the World.

Khal Moro: And what happened? You trusted a sorceress, like a fool. Your baby is dead because of you. And so is Khal Drogo.

Daenerys Targaryen: This is where Drogo promised to take his khalasar west to where the world ends. To ride wooden horses across the Black Salt Sea as no khal has done before. He promised to kill the men in their iron suits and tear down their stone houses. He swore to me before the Mother of Mountains.

Khal Moro: And you were dumb enough to believe him.

Daenerys Targaryen: And here, now, what great matters do the Great Khals discuss? Which little villages you'll raid, how many girls you'll get to fuck, how many horses you'll demand in tribute. You are small men. None of you are fit to lead the Dothraki. But I am. So I will.

[The Khals all start laughing.]

Khal Moro: All right. No Dosh Khaleen for you. Instead we'll take turns fucking you. And then we'll let our bloodriders fuck you. And if there's anything left of you, we'll give our horses a turn. You crazy cunt. Did you really think we would serve you?

[Daenerys puts her hand on a burning brazier and is not burnt by it.]

Daenerys Targaryen: You're not going to serve. You're going to die.

[Daenerys pushes the brazier over, lighting the entire temple on fire. The Dothraki assemble outside to watch the Temple burn. They witness Daenerys emerging from the burning temple naked and unburnt. They all bow.]

Дверь [6.05]

Petyr Baelish: Sansa. Lady Brienne. When I heard you'd escaped Winterfell I feared the worst. You have no idea how happy I am to see you unharmed.

Sansa Stark: Unharmed? What're you doing here?

Petyr Baelish: I rode north with the knights of the Vale to come to your aid. They're encamped at Moat Cailin as we speak.

Sansa Stark: To come to my aid? Did you know about Ramsay? If you didn't know, you're an idiot. If you did know, you're my enemy. Would you like to hear about our wedding night? He never hurt my face. He needed my face; the face of Ned Stark's daughter. But the rest of me, he did what he liked with the rest of me as long as I could still give him an heir. What do you think he did?

Petyr Baelish: I can't begin to contemplate...

Sansa Stark: What do you think he did to me?

Brienne of Tarth: Lady Sansa asked you a question.

Petyr Baelish: He beat you.

Sansa Stark: Yes, he enjoyed that. What else do you think he did?

Petyr Baelish: Sansa...

Sansa Stark: What else?

Petyr Baelish: Did he touch you?

Sansa Stark: Maybe you did know about Ramsay all along.

Petyr Baelish: I didn't know.

Sansa Stark: I thought you knew everyone's secrets.

Petyr Baelish: I made a mistake. A horrible mistake. I underestimated a stranger.

Sansa Stark: The other things he did, ladies aren't supposed to talk about those things but I imagine brothel keepers talk about them all the time. I can still feel it. I don't mean, "In my tender heart, it still pains me so." I can still feel what he did in my body standing here right now.

Petyr Baelish: I'm...so sorry.

Sansa Stark: You said you would protect me.

Petyr Baelish: And I will. You must believe me when I tell you that I will.

Sansa Stark: I don't believe you anymore. I don't need you anymore, you can't protect me. You won't even be able to protect yourself if I tell Brienne to cut you down. And why shouldn't I?

Petyr Baelish: You want me to beg for your life? If that's what you want, I will. Whatever you ask that is in my power, I will do.

Sansa Stark: What if I want you to die here and now?

Petyr Baelish: Then I will die.

Sansa Stark: You freed me from the monsters who murdered my family and gave me to other monsters who murdered my family. Go back to Moat Cailin. My brother and I will take back the North on our own. I never want to see you again.

Petyr Baelish: I would do anything to undo what's been done to you. I know that I can't. Would you allow me to say one more thing before I go? Your great uncle, Brynden, the Blackfish, has gathered what remains of the Tully forces and retaken Riverrun. You might consider seeking him out. The time may come when you need an army loyal to you.

Sansa Stark: I have an army.

Petyr Baelish: Your brother's army. Half-brother.

Aeron Greyjoy: We speak in the presence of the Drowned God. In his name, we gather today to choose a new king as our leader. Who makes a claim?

Yara Greyjoy: I am Yara Greyjoy, daughter of Balon Greyjoy, King of the Iron Islands. I claim the Salt Throne.

Ironborn: We never had a queen! Not once!

Yara Greyjoy: There are many things we've never done. We've never made our mark upon the world. The great lords of Westeros pay us no mind, until our little raids buzz through their kingdoms long enough to become a nuisance and they swat us down, they conquer us, humiliate us, and go right back to forgetting we exist. We are a sea people! Our god is a sea god. [The crowd cheers] When I am queen, we will build a fleet that...

Ironborn #2: You cannot be queen!

Yara Greyjoy: I am not finished!

Ironborn #2: Yes you are! A woman will not lead us, not when Balon's own male heir has returned!

[The crowd looks at Theon. Theon steps forward]

Theon Greyjoy: I am Theon Greyjoy, last living son of Balon Greyjoy. And she is your rightful ruler. Those of you that have sailed under her, and there are many of you here, you know what she is. She is a reaver, she is a warrior, she is ironborn! We will find no better leader! This is our queen.

[The crowd cheers, shouting "Yara! over and over]

Euron Greyjoy: I'm Euron Greyjoy! I claim the Salt Throne! Niece. Nephew. Little Theon. Heard you managed to fuck things right into the ground. Captured a castle you couldn't keep, got yourself taken prisoner...even heard you have no cock. Which explains why you would think a woman can be king.

Yara Greyjoy: When did you return, uncle?

Euron Greyjoy: A few days ago. I had some things to take care of. Long overdue.

Yara Greyjoy: I'm glad you're here. Now I know what my first act as queen will be: to execute the man who killed my father.

Euron Greyjoy: I did. I killed him. Threw him right over a rope bridge. I watched him fall. He was leading us nowhere and we would still be heading there if it weren't for me. No one loved him, no one wanted to follow him, he led us into two wars we couldn't win. I apologize to you all for not killing him years ago.

Theon Greyjoy: That would've been hard to do. You weren't here. Last I heard you were galavanting around the world having a grand ol' time.

Euron Greyjoy: Galavanting? Is that the sort of thing you start to say once your dick gets chopped off? Did the great lords of Westeros teach you words like that?

Theon Greyjoy: You were gone. Yara was here. Being ironborn, leading ironborn, getting ready to bring us back to glory.

Euron Greyjoy: And how will she do that?

Yara Greyjoy: I will build the largest fleet the world has ever seen.

Euron Greyjoy: Bright idea, except I'm the one who's going to build the Iron Fleet because I'm the one who knows how to use it. I've been all over the world, I've seen more of it than all of you combined, and across the sea, there is a person who hates the great lords of Westeros just as much as we do. Someone with a large army, three large dragons, and no husband. I'm going to build that fleet and I'm going to galavant right over and give it to Daenerys Targaryen, along with my big cock.

Yara Greyjoy: You're going to seduce the Dragon Queen?

Euron Greyjoy: I'm not going to seduce her. The Iron Fleet will seduce her. And together we're going to take the Seven Kingdoms. I wasn't born to be king. I paid the iron price. And here I stand.

[The crowd cheers, shouting "Euron" over and over]

[With Wights chasing them, Meera and Hodor escape the Cave of the Three-Eyed Raven with a comatose Bran. Hodor closes the door behind them]