For 300 years we kissed Tully boots, swore oaths to them and their stinking fish banners. Not again. Riverrun is ours
A wedding needs a bedding
If I have the sense the Gods gave a fish, I'd hand you both over to the Lannisters
Go on, mock me, boy. You think I mind? The Tullys mocked me for years. The Starks mocked me. Where are they now?