I'm not questioning your honor, Lord Janos. I'm denying its existence.

— Lord Eddard Stark... I would name you the Hand of the King.
— I'm not worthy of the honour.
— I'm not trying to honour you. I'm trying to get you to run my kingdom, while I eat, drink and whore my way to an early grave.

What is the world coming to when smugglers must vouch for the honor of kings?

— I don't like threats.
— Who threatened you?
— I'm not Ned Stark. I understand the way this game is played.
— Ned Stark was a man of honor.
— And I am not. Threaten me again and I'll have you thrown into the sea.

— Ser Rodrik, it grieves me that we meet as foes.
— It grieves me you've less honor than a back alley whore.

— I have no choice.
— That's what men always say when honour calls. That's what you tell your families, tell yourselves. You do have a choice. And you've made it.

— Honor made you leave, honor brought you back.
— My friends brought me back.
— I didn't say it was your honor.

— You will dishonor yourself forever if you do this.
— Honor?! I've got seven kingdoms to rule! One king, seven kingdoms. Do you think honor keeps them in line? Do you think it's honor that's keeping the peace? It's fear — fear and blood.