I don't want her hurt.

I don't want to play.

I don't know what you want.

Your family has always pissed on me.

Don't try and frighten me, Lady Stark.

- Why don't you? - Stark, Tully, Lannister, Baratheon.

No? No? You don't want her hurt?

I don't want to play this game.

I don't care the way the game works.

- Get my squire! - You don't have a squire.

- Don't look! - Let me go! Let me go!

And don't talk about my mother and father ever,

the ruin of my House, the death of my family?

- My lord, I... - Don't deny it. You know it's true.

I don't believe the life of the Silent Sisters is for you.

Your father left the family when you were very young, never to return.

Now, don't think this means I approve of this nonsense with you and Alliser Thorne.

Pray we don't hurt you, too. You let this witch put her hands on our Khal.

- I don't know. Ginger cunt, three tents down. - And he didn't have anything to say about it?