Sansa Stark: [to Ramsay] You're going to die tomorrow, Lord Bolton. Sleep well.
Jon Snow: [to Melisandre] If I do, if I fall... don't bring me back.
Tormund Giantsbane: I need a good drink to help me sleep the night before a fight. You want some? I have a jug of sour goat's milk stronger than any of that grape water you southern twats like sucking on.
Davos Seaworth: No, thanks. It does sound delicious, but I better keep a clear head. I can never sleep the night before a battle.
Tormund
Giantsbane: So what do you do all night?
Davos Seaworth: I walk. Think and walk. Think and walk until I'm far enough away from camp so that no one can hear me shitting my guts out.
Tormund Giantsbane: [laughs] Happy shitting.
Tyrion Lannister: There are more than 100 ships in the Iron Fleet.
Theon Greyjoy: There are and Euron is building more. He's going to offer them to you.
Daenerys Targaryen: So why shouldn't I wait for him?
Theon Greyjoy: The Iron Fleet isn't all he's bringing. He also wants to give you...
[trailing off]
Yara Greyjoy: ...his big cock, I think he said. Euron's offer is also an offer of marriage, you see. You won't get one without the other.
Daenerys Targaryen: And I imagine your offer is free of any marriage demands?
Yara Greyjoy: I never demand, but I'm up for anything really.
Tyrion Lannister: Thank you for the armada. Our Queen does love ships.
Jon Snow: My lady. You weren't at the war council.
Melisandre: I'm not a soldier.
Jon Snow: Any advice?
Melisandre: Don't lose.
Tormund Giantsbane: It's not his men that worry me. It's his horses. I know what mounted knights can do to us. You and Stannis cut though us like piss through snow.
Jon Snow: We're digging trenches all along our flanks. They won't be able to hit us the way Stannis hit you, in a double envelopment.
[Tormund stares at Jon blankly]
Jon
Snow: A pincer move.
[Tormund still stares at Jon blankly]
Jon Snow: They won't be able to hit us from the sides.
Tormund Giantsbane: Good.
[explosions]
Tyrion Lannister: Despite appearances, I think you'll find the city's on the rise.
[explosions]
Tyrion Lannister: Perhaps we should take shelter.
Daenerys Targaryen: The city's on the rise?
Tyrion Lannister: Meereen is strong. Commerce has returned to the markets. The people are
behind you.
[closer explosion]
Tyrion Lannister: Well, not all the people, of course.
Daenerys Targaryen: You've brought us 100 ships from the Iron Fleet with men to sail them. In return, I expect you want me to support your claim to the throne of the Iron Islands?
Theon Greyjoy: Not my claim.
[Theon nods to Yara]
Theon Greyjoy: Hers.
Daenerys Targaryen: And what's wrong with you?
Theon Greyjoy: I'm not fit to rule.
Tyrion Lannister: We can agree upon that at least.