— There will be pain.
— I'll scream.
— Quite a bit of pain.
— I'll scream loudly.

It's a strange thing, the first time you cut a man. You realise we're nothing but sacks of meat and blood, and some bone to keep it all standing.

— Three victories don't make you a conqueror.
— It's better than three defeats.

— You would spill blood in this holy place?
— Oh, the gods won't mind. They've spilled more blood than the rest of us combined.

— If your gods are real and if they are just... why is the world so full of injustice?
— Because of men like you.
— There are no men like me. Only me.

— A parley or a fight?
— He's an old man.
— You've got one hand. My money's on the old boy.

— My dear brother, there are times you make me wonder whose side you're on.
— My dear brother, you wound me. You know how much I love my family.

— Very handsome armor. Not a scratch on it.
— I know. People have been swinging at me for years, but they always seem to miss.
— You've chosen your opponents wisely then.
— I have a knack for it.

— You'll never be as good.
— No. But as long as I'm better than everyone else, it doesn't matter.

— You should be The Hand of the King.
— That's an honor I can do without. Their days are too long, their lives are too short.

Only a fool makes threats he's not prepared to carry out.

— You have better instincts than any officer in the Lannister army.
— That's like saying I have a bigger cock than anyone in the Unsullied army.