Unbowed, Unbent, Unbroken

Game of Thrones 5×6

& Arya: I’m not scrubbing one more corpse until you tell me why I’m doing it.
   The Waif: You will know why.
   Arya: When?
   The Waif: When it’s time, not before. Get back to work.

& The Waif: Who are you?
   Arya: No one.
   The Waif: Get back to work.

& Jaqen H’ghar: A girl lies to me, to the Many-Faced God, to herself. Does she truly want to be no one?
   Arya: Yes! ... I’m not playing this stupid game anymore!
   Jaqen H’ghar: We never stop playing.

& Jaqen H’ghar: 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 is ready to become someone else.

& Slaver: What about the dwarf?
   Malko: Worthless. Cut his throat.
   Tyrion: Wait. Wait. Wait, wait, wait! Let’s discuss this.

& Tyrion: Wait! Wait! Wait, wait, wait! You can’t just hand a dry cock to a merchant and expect him to pay for it. He has to know it came from a dwarf. And how could he know unless he sees the dwarf?
   Slaver: It will be a dwarf-sized cock.
   Tyrion: Guess again...
   Malko: The dwarf lives until we find a cock merchant.

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& Lancel: Step carefully, Lord Baelish. You’ll find there’s little tolerance for flesh peddlers in the new King’s Landing.
   Lord Baelish: We both peddle fantasies, Brother Lancel. Mine just happen to be entertaining.

& Bronn: This song really is all about the ending.
Ω So true. And not only for the song.

& Bronn: And once we’ve got the princess, then what?
   Jaime: ...I like to improvise.
   Bronn: That explains the golden hand.

& Ellaria: Unbowed. Unbent. Unbroken. For Oberyn.

& Bronn: Let’s not do something stupid... That was something stupid.

& Sansa: I’m Sansa Stark of Winterfell. This is my home and you can’t frighten me.

& Lord Bolton: Who comes before the old gods this night?
   Theon-Reed: Sansa of the House Stark comes here to be wed. A woman grown, trueborn and noble. She comes to beg the blessings of the gods. Who comes to claim her?
   Ramsay: Ramsay of House Bolton. Heir to the Dreadfort and Winterfell.
   Lord Bolton: Who gives her?
   Theon-Reed: Theon of House Greyjoy, who was— who was her father’s ward... Lady Sansa, will you take this man?
   Sansa: ..... I take this man.

& Ramsay: You’re not lying to me?.. Lying to your husband on his wedding night, that would be a bad way to start a marriage.

& Ramsay: Reek... I told you to watch. You’ve known Sansa since she was a girl. Now watch her become a woman.

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