Sophie Turner: Sansa Stark

The Kingsroad

Sansa Stark

[Arya is falsely accused of an unprovoked attack on Joffrey]
Robert Baratheon: Ned, see to it that your daughter is disciplined. I'll do the same with my son.
Eddard Stark: Gladly, Your Grace.
Cersei Lannister: And what of the direwolf? What of the beast that savaged your son?
Robert Baratheon: I'd forgot the damned wolf.
Jaime Lannister: We found no trace of the direwolf, Your Grace.
Robert Baratheon: No? So be it.
Cersei Lannister: We have another wolf.
Robert Baratheon: As you will.
Eddard Stark: You can't mean it.
Robert Baratheon: A direwolf's no pet. Get her a dog. She'll be happier for it.
Sansa Stark: He doesn't mean Lady, does he? No, no, not Lady! Lady didn't bite anyone! She's good!
Arya Stark: Lady wasn't there! You leave her alone!
Sansa Stark: [to Ned] Stop them. Don't let them do it. Please, please, it wasn't Lady!
Eddard Stark: [to Robert] Is this your command, Your Grace?
[Robert leaves without answering]
Cersei Lannister: Where is the beast?
Jaime Lannister: Chained up outside, Your Grace.
Cersei Lannister: Ser Ilyn, do me the honor.
Eddard Stark: No. Jory... take the girls to their rooms. If it must be done, then I'll do it myself.
Cersei Lannister: Is this some trick?
Eddard Stark: The wolf is of the North. She deserves better than a butcher.

Robert Baratheon: Now, child... tell me what happened. Tell it to all and tell it true. It's a great crime to lie to a king.
Sansa Stark: I don't know. I don't remember. Everything happened so fast. I didn't see.
[Arya grabs Sansa by the hair]
Arya Stark: Liar! Liar, liar, liar!
Eddard Stark: Hey, stop it! That's enough of that.
Arya Stark: Liar, liar, liar!
[Ned pulls his daughters apart]
Eddard Stark: Stop! Arya!
Cersei Lannister: She's as wild as that animal of hers. I want her punished.
Robert Baratheon: What would you have me do, whip her through the streets? Damn it, children fight. It's over.

Sansa Stark: [referring to Ilyn Payne] Why won't he speak to me?
Sandor Clegane: He hasn't been very talkative these last 20 years. Since the Mad King had his tongue ripped out with hot pincers.
Joffrey Baratheon: He speaks damn well with his sword, though. Ser Ilyn Payne, the King's Justice. The royal executioner.
[Joffrey notices Sansa is scared]
Joffrey Baratheon: What is it, sweet lady? Does the Hound frighten you? Away with you, dog. You're scaring my lady.

[Joffrey offers Sansa a canteen of wine]
Sansa Stark: I probably shouldn't have any more. Father only lets us have one cup at feasts.
Joffrey Baratheon: My princess can drink as much as she wants.

Joffrey Baratheon: And who are you, boy?
Mycah: Mycah, my lord.
Sansa Stark: He's the butcher's boy.
Arya Stark: He's my friend.
Joffrey Baratheon: A butcher's boy who wants to be a knight, eh?
[Joffrey drawing his sword]
Joffrey Baratheon: Pick up your sword, butcher's boy. Let's see how good you are.
Mycah: She asked me to, my lord. She asked me to.
Joffrey Baratheon: I'm your prince, not your lord, and I said pick up your sword.
Mycah: It's not a sword, my prince. It's only a stick.
Joffrey Baratheon: And you're not a knight. Only a butcher's boy. That was my lady's sister you were hitting, do you know that?
Arya Stark: Stop it!
Sansa Stark: Arya, stay out of this.
Joffrey Baratheon: I won't hurt him... much.