You know nothingSUBSCRIBE, it's FREE! http:// ↓ More info and sources below ↓ Valar more-curious! WINTER: Seasons of Westeros and the 3. Game of Thrones is an American medieval fantasy television series created for HBO by David Benioff and D.B. Weiss. The series is based on the series of George R. R. Dieser Artikel behandelt die US-amerikanische Fernsehserie. Weitere Bedeutungen sind unter A Game of Thrones (Begriffsklärung) aufgeführt. Game of Thrones (TV series)Game of Thrones is an American medieval fantasy television series created for HBO by David Benioff and D. B. Weiss. The series is based on the series of George R. R. Martin's best- selling A Song of Ice and Fire series of seven planned fantasy novels. When you play the game of thrones, you win or you die. There is no middle ground. Season 1[edit]. The man who passes the sentence should swing the sword.[Eddard Stark has beheaded Will as a deserter of the Night's Watch]Eddard Stark: You understand why I did it? Bran Stark: Jon said he was a deserter. Eddard Stark: But you understand why I had to kill him. Bran Stark: Our way is the old way. Eddard Stark: The man who passes the sentence should swing the sword. Bran Stark: Is it true he saw the White Walkers? There’s still a lot we don’t know about Game of Thrones, but as more and more details leak out it’s getting harder to keep track of what we do know. Sansa Stark is a major character in the first, second, third, fourth, fifth, and sixth seasons. She is played by starring cast member Sophie Turner, and debuts in the. Reportedly there is a massive spoiler leak that just happened from the Game of Thrones Season 6 set. IrishThrones, which has been a great source of information from. Eddard Stark: The White Walkers have been gone for thousands of years. Bran Stark: So he was lying? Eddard Stark: A madman sees what he sees. Jon Snow: [Stares down at a mangled deer carcass lying across a bridge.] What is it? Theon Greyjoy: Mountain lion? Eddard Stark: There are no mountain lions in these woods.[The Starks, the Cassels and Theon walk down a path near the riverbank, where they find the body of a female direwolf with a broken antler lodged in her throat; five direwolf pups are huddled close to her]Theon Greyjoy: It's a freak! Eddard Stark: It's a direwolf. Tough old beast. Robb Stark: There are no direwolves south of the Wall. Jon Snow: Now there are five. To Bran] You want to hold it?[Bran takes the pup immediately and wraps it in his cloak.]Brandon Stark: Where will they go? Rodrik Cassel: They don't belong down here. Eddard Stark: Better a quick death. They won't last, without their mother. Theon Greyjoy: [Draws his dagger, grabs the pup from Bran.] Right, give it here! Brandon Stark: No! Robb Stark: Put away your blade! Theon Greyjoy: I take orders from your father, not you. Brandon Stark: Please, Father! Eddard Stark: I'm sorry, Bran. Jon Snow: Lord Stark? There are five pups, one for each of the Stark children. The direwolf is the sigil of your House. They were meant to have them. Eddard Stark: You will train them yourselves, you will feed them yourselves, and if they die, you will bury them yourselves.[Bran smiles, Theon hands the pup back to Bran and sheathes his dagger as the party moves back towards the road; Robb and Theon pick up the other four pups.]Brandon Stark: What about you? Jon Snow: I'm not a Stark. Get on.[As Jon is heading towards the road, he notices something at the base of a tree and heads towards it.]Robb Stark: What is it?[Jon straightens up, holding a sixth direwolf pup, an albino.]Theon Greyjoy: Ah, the runt of the litter! That one's yours, Snow.[Jon glares at him.]Eddard Stark: Your Grace. Robert Baratheon: You got fat. Eddard raises his eyebrows and nods at Robert's massive belly; they both burst out laughing and hug.] Cat! Hugs and kisses Catelyn.]Catelyn Stark: Your Grace.[Robert steps back, tousles Rickon's hair and walks back over to Ned.]Robert Baratheon: Nine years! Why have I not seen you? Where the hell have you been? Eddard Stark: Guarding the North for you, Your Grace. Winterfell is yours.[Queen Cersei steps out of the carriage after her children, with a distasteful look on her face.]Arya Stark: [To Sansa] Where's the Imp? Sansa Stark: Will you shut up?! Robert Baratheon: [to Robb] And who have we here? You must be Robb. Sansa]My, you're a pretty one. Sansa smiles][to Arya] And your name is?. Arya Stark: Arya. Robert Baratheon: [To Bran] Ohhh, show us your muscles. Bran does so.]You'll be a soldier![[Robert chuckles and moves back towards Ned. Behind him, Jaime Lanniser removes his helmet.]Arya Stark: That's Jaime Lannister, the Queen's twin brother. Sansa Stark: Would you please shut up! Cersei walks up to Ned and offers her hand; after a moment, Eddard kisses it.]Eddard Stark: My Queen. Catelyn Stark: My Queen. Robert Baratheon: Take me to your crypt, I want to pay my respects. Cersei Lannister: We've been riding for a month, my love. Surely, the dead can wait. Robert Baratheon: [Ignores Cersei] Ned. Turns towards the crypts, followed hesitantly by Ned.]Arya Stark: [To Jon Snow] Where's the Imp? Cersei overhears her and goes back over to Jaime.]Cersei Lannister: Where is our brother? Go and find the little beast! Jon Snow: You're Tyrion Lannister? The Queen's brother? Tyrion Lannister: My greatest accomplishment. And you, you're Ned Stark's bastard, aren't you?[Jon walks away]Tyrion Lannister: Did I offend you? Sorry. You are the bastard, though. Jon Snow: Lord Eddard Stark is my father. Tyrion Lannister: And Lady Stark is not your mother, making you … the bastard. Let me give you some advice, bastard: never forget what you are. The rest of the world will not. Wear it like armor, and it can never be used to hurt you. Jon Snow: What the hell do you know about being a bastard? Tyrion Lannister: All dwarfs are bastards in their father's eyes.[Bran has just caught Queen Cersei having sex with her brother]Cersei Lannister: He saw us! Jaime Lannister: [to Bran] It's all right, it's all right, it's all right. Cersei Lannister: He saw us! Jaime Lannister: [to Cersei] I heard you the first time. Bran] Quite the little climber, aren't you? How old are you, boy? Bran Stark: Ten. Jaime Lannister: Ten? The things I do for love. Bran out of the window]Tyrion Lannister: (to a servant girl) Bread, and two of those little fish. And a mug of dark beer to wash it down and bacon, burned black. Tommen over on the bench; Tommen giggles)Jaime Lannister: (smiles) Little brother. Tyrion Lannister: Beloved siblings! Cersei gives him a VERY wan smile)Myrcella Baratheon: Is Bran going to die? Tyrion Lannister: Apparently not. Myrcella smiles, Cersei suddenly looks shocked and worried)Cersei: What do you mean? Tyrion Lannister: The Maester says the boy may live. Cersei and Jaime both look at each other; Tyrion watches their reactions)Cersei Lannister: It's no mercy, letting a child linger in such pain. Tyrion Lannister: Only the Gods know for certain. All the rest of us can do is pray. The charms of the North seem entirely lost on you. Cersei Lannister: I still can't believe you're going. It's ridiculous, even for you. Tyrion Lannister: Where's your sense of wonder?! The greatest structure ever built- the intrepid men of the Night's Watch- the wintery abode of the White Walkers! Tommen, who laughs)Jaime Lannister: Tell me you're not thinking of taking the Black. Tyrion Lannister: (scoffs) And go celibate? The whores would go begging from Dorne to Casterly Rock! Jaime grins) No- I just want to stand on top of the Wall and piss off the edge of the world! Tommen giggles again, Myrcella smiles)Cersei Lannister: The children don't need to hear your filth. Tyrion smiles at her impudently) Come. Myrcella and Tommen out of the room)Jaime Lannister: Even if the boy lives, he'll be a cripple- a grotesque. Give me a good, clean death any day. Tyrion Lannister: Speaking for the grotesques, I'd have to disagree. Death is so final, whereas life, ahh- Life is full of possibilities. I hope the boy does wake- I'd be interested to hear what he has to say. Jaime glances at him)Jaime Lannister: (half- teasing, half- serious) My dear brother, at times you make me wonder whose side you're on. Tyrion Lannister: (deadpan) My dear brother, you wound me- you know how much I love my family. Joffrey Baratheon: We ride for King's Landing today. Tyrion Lannister: Before you go, you will call on Lord and Lady Stark and offer your sympathies. Joffrey Baratheon: What good will my sympathies do them? Tyrion Lannister: None, but it is expected of you. Your absence has already been noted. Joffrey Baratheon: The boy means nothing to me, and I can't stand the wailing of women. Tyrion Lannister: [slaps Joffrey] One word and I hit you again. Joffrey Baratheon: I'm telling mother! Tyrion Lannister: [slaps Joffrey] Go, tell her! But first you will get to Lord and Lady Stark. And you will fall on your knees in front of them and tell them how very sorry you are, that you are at their service and that all your prayers are with them. Do you understand? Joffrey Baratheon: You can't –Tyrion Lannister: [slaps Joffrey] Do you understand?[Joffery scurries away]Sandor "The Hound" Clegane: The Prince will remember that, little Lord. Tyrion Lannister: I hope so. If he forgets, be a good dog and remind him. Jon Snow: All the best swords have names, you know. Arya jumps up and hugs him)Arya Stark: Sansa can keep her sewing needles. I've got a Needle of my own.[On the Kingsroad, Robert has set up a small table where Ned is seated.]Robert Baratheon: [returning to the table]Gods, this is country! I've half a mind to leave them all behind and keep moving. Eddard Stark: I've half a mind to go with you. Robert Baratheon: What do you say, just you and me on the Kingsroad, swords at our sides, a couple of tavern wenches to warm our beds tonight? Eddard Stark: If you'd asked me twenty years ago. Robert Baratheon: There were wars to fight, women to marry.. Eddard Stark: [scratches his chin] I recall a few chances. Robert Baratheon: [bursts out laughing] There was that one.. That common girl of yours? Becca, with the great big tits you could bury your face in? Eddard Stark: Bessie. She was one of yours. Robert Baratheon: Bessie! Thank the gods for Bessie and her tits![both men chuckle] Yours was, uh.. Aleena? No, you told me once. Uh.. Meryl? Your bastard's mother. Eddard Stark: [smile fades] Wylla. Robert Baratheon: That's it. She must have been a rare wench to make Lord Eddard Stark forget his honor. You never told me what she looked like. Eddard Stark: [looks away ruefully] Nor will I. Robert Baratheon: [sympathetic] We were at war. None of us knew if we were gonna go back home again. You're too hard on yourself. You always have been. I swear, if I weren't your king, you'd have hit me already. Eddard Stark: The worst thing about your coronation- I'll never get to hit you again. Robert Baratheon: Trust me, that's not the worst thing. There was a rider in the night.
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