Eddard Stark: The narrow sea still lies between us. I'll fear the Dothraki the day they teach their horses to run on water.
Robert Baratheon: Do nothing. That's your wise advice? Do nothing 'til our enemies are on our shores? You're my council: counsel! Speak sense to this honorable fool!
Lord Varys: I understand your misgivings, my lord. Truly, I do. It is a terrible thing we must consider, a vile thing. Yet we who presume to rule must sometimes do vile things for the good of the realm. Should the gods grant Daenerys a son, the realm will bleed.
Grand Maester Pycelle: I bear this girl no ill will, how many innocents will die? How many towns will burn? Is it not wiser, kinder even, that she should die now so that tens of thousands might live?
Renly Baratheon: We should've had them both killed years ago.
Petyr Baelish: When you find yourself in bed with an ugly woman, best close your eyes, get it over with. Cut her throat. Be done with it.
Eddard Stark: [walks right up to Robert] I followed you into war. Twice. Without doubts, without second thoughts. But I will not follow you now. The Robert I grew up with didn't tremble at the shadow of an unborn child.
Robert Baratheon: She dies.
Eddard Stark: I will have no part in it.
Robert Baratheon: You're the King's Hand, Lord Stark. You'll do as I command, or I'll find me a Hand who will.
Eddard Stark: [takes off his badge of office and tosses it onto the table in front of Robert] And good luck to him. I thought you were a better man.
Robert Baratheon: Out. Out, damn you, I'm done with you!
[Ned turns and walks out]
Robert Baratheon: Go, run back to Winterfell! I'll have your head on a spike!
[Ned walking through the throne room as Robert's shouts trail after him]
Robert Baratheon: I'll find her myself, you fool! You think you're too good for this? Too proud and honorable? This is a war!