Randyll Tarly: "Grumble grumble grumble wildlings. Grumble grumble grumble weak son. Ok, Gilly can stay here and I'll raise the son."

Davos, after finishing his first book, "And this guy's head of the Spaceology Department at the Correspondence College of Tampa!"

Dragons make speeches much more persuasive.

How the hell does Davos know about the White Walkers?

Boy I really hope someone got fired for that blunder.

Dammit Tommen.

There's nothing sadder than a sad Japanese man. Or in this case, Korean.

My $20 is on Jan Brewer.

"This is madness. He's just peddling a bunch of easy answers."

So did anyone else catch that Don wasn't even a scientist. I mean, obviously he is. But his title was administrative director if I'm not mistaken. Just further shows how cockamamie the Centre's plan was.

Philip stands up: Well, time to go to work as a travel agent. Then to be a KGB spy. Uh, oh. Did I say that or just think it?

Obama should be able to make disaffected Bernie supporters come back to Jesus. Or in this case, Hillary.

Can't you understand what's happening here? Don't you see what's happening? Trump isn't selling. Trump's buying! And why? Because we're panicky and he's not.

Yeah, but no. DC in 1983 was a dangerous shithole.

Stan Beeman: "But they… they're animals. I can tell you stories. Well, I can't tell you them. But trust me, they do things you can't imagine."

They'll figure out a way. The other NH congressional representatives are somehow incapacitated, leaving only Jonah.

Jonah will decide the next president.

"We're about to be torn apart by wights. Can I touch your boob?"

Nymeria is going to be the deus ex machina when Tyrion, Jon, and Daenerys are stuck on Mount Doom.

"So the Night's King touched you. The one thing I said not to let happen. Whelp, time for you to take my place."