Game of Thrones (TV Series)

The Rains of Castamere (2013)

Michael McElhatton: Roose Bolton

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Quotes 

• [last lines] 

  [while the Red Wedding massacre is performed, Walder Frey watches Robb, severely injured, crawling to his dying wife Talisa] 

  Walder Frey : [taunting]  The King in the North arises...

  [Robb cradles his dead wife. Catelyn grabs a knife and then drags Lord Walder's wife Joyeuse out from under the table and holds the knife at her throat] 

  Catelyn Stark : Lord Walder! Lord Walder, enough! Let it end!

  [pause] 

  Catelyn Stark : Please. He is my son, my first son. Let him go and I swear we will forget this. I swear it, by the old gods and new, we will take no vengeance.

  Walder Frey : You already swore me one oath right here in my castle. You swore by all the gods your son would marry my daughter!

  Catelyn Stark : Take me for a hostage, but let Robb go!

  [Catelyn pleads to Robb] 

  Catelyn Stark : Robb, get up, get up and walk out. Please, PLEASE!

  [Robb looks at his dead wife] 

  Walder Frey : And why would I let him do that?

  Catelyn Stark : On my honour as a Tully; on my honour as a Stark, let him go or I will CUT your wife's throat!

  [Robb slowly stands up] 

  Walder Frey : [smiles nastily]  I'll find another.

  [Catelyn turns to Robb, seemingly accepting defeat] 

  Robb Stark : Mother...

  [Roose walks up to Robb] 

  Roose Bolton : The Lannisters send their regards.

  [Roose stabs Robb in the heart as Catelyn watches in despair. She cries in agony as Robb falls to the ground dead, and then slits Joyeuse's throat in retaliation. She stands in silence and shock, while Black Walder Frey approaches her from behind and slits her throat. She collapses, dead] 

• [Roose stabs Robb] 

  Roose Bolton : The Lannisters send their regards.

• [after Roose Bolton refuses an offer of wine from a serving girl at the wedding] 

  Catelyn Stark : Don't you drink, Lord Bolton?

  Roose Bolton : Never do, my lady. Dulls the senses.

  Brynden 'Blackfish' Tully : That's the point. Didn't you marry one of these Frey girls?

  Roose Bolton : Aye. Lord Walder let me choose any of his granddaughters, and promised me the girl's weight in silver as a dowry. So I have a fat young bride.

  [Brynden chuckles. Catelyn stares at Roose Bolton with distaste] 

  Catelyn Stark : [coldly]  I hope she makes you very happy.

  Roose Bolton : Well, she's made me very rich.