Tyrion and the Hound
[The scene shifts to Winterfell. Tyrion and the Hound are seated outside the day after the banquet.]
THE HOUND: Rough night, Imp?
TYRION: If I get through this without squirting from one end or the other, it will be a miracle.
THE HOUND: I didn’t pick you for a hunter.
TYRION: The greatest in the land. My spear never misses.
THE HOUND: It’s not hunting if you pay for it.
Robert and Ned
[The king and Ned come into view.]
ROBERT: Are you as good with a spear as you used to be?
NED: No, but I’m still better than you.
ROBERT: I know what I’m putting you through. Thank you for saying yes. I only ask you because I need you. You’re a loyal friend. You hear me? A loyal friend. The last one I’ve got.
NED: I hope I’ll serve you well.
ROBERT: You will. And I’ll make sure you don’t look so fucking grim all the time. Come on, boys, let’s go kill some boar!
Bran stays behind
[The king’s party rides off, NED nodding goodbye to BRAN, whose wolf pup begins sniffing at his feet.]
BRAN: Come on, you.