Tyrion to Jorah: “You’re an awful traveling companion, do you know that? Possibly the least charming man I’ve ever met.”

Jaqen H’ghar to Arya: “Is a girl ready to give up her ears, her nose, her tongue, her hopes and dreams, her loves and hates, all that makes a girl who she is, forever? No. A girl is not ready to become No One. But she’s ready to become someone else.”

Jorah to Tyrion: “I was a cynic just like you. And then I saw a girl step into a great fire with three stone eggs. When the fire burned out I thought I’d find her blackened bones. Instead, I saw her, Daenerys, alive and unhurt holding her baby dragons. Have you ever heard baby dragons singing? It’s hard to be a cynic after that.”

Tyrion to Jorah: “The Targaryens are famously insane. What if she conquers the world, then what? A thousand years of peace and prosperity?”

Slaver: “It will be a dwarf–sized cock.”

Tyrion: “Guess again!”

Malko: “The dwarf lives until we find a cock merchant.”

Littlefinger to Lancel: “We both peddle fantasies, Brother Lancel, mine just happen to be entertaining.”

Bronn: “And once we’ve got the princess, then what?”

Jamie: “I like to improvise.”

Bronn: “That explains the golden hand.”

Olenna to Cersei: “Put the pen down, dear, we both know you aren’t writing anything.”

Cersei: “Ah yes, the famously tart-tongued Queen of Thorns.”

Olenna: “And the famous tart, Queen Cersei.”  

Cersei: “As for your veiled threats…”
Olenna: “What veil?”   

Sansa to Miranda: “I’m Sansa Stark of Winterfell. This is my home and you can’t frighten me.”