Brave men, all of you. Butchered a woman pregnant with her babe. Cut the throat of a mother of five. Slaughtered your guests after inviting them into your home. But you didn't slaughter every one of the Starks. No, no, that was your mistake.
The war is not over. And I promise you, friend, the true enemy won't wait out the storm
On my honor as a Tully, on my honor as a Stark, let him go, or I will cut your wife's throat
I'm a Stark, a Direwolf. Direwolves don't cry!