The Best Brynden 'Blackfish' Tully Quotes

Brienne: Come with us. Don't die for pride when you can fight for your blood.
Brynden: You'll serve Sansa far better than I ever could.

Jaime: If you surrender, I'll spare the loves of your men. On my honor.
Brynden: Your honor? Bargaining with oathbreakers is like building on quicksand.

Brynden: As long as I'm standing, the war is not over. This is my home. I was born in this castle and I'm ready to die in it. So you can either attack or try to starve us out. We have enough provisions for two years. Do you have two years, Kingslayer?

Edmure: [to Robb] If I may nephew, I encountered a situation with one of my lieutenants at the Stone Mill which may have some bearing...
Brynden: Why don't you shut your mouth about the damned mill? And don't call him "nephew". He is your king.
Edmure: Robb knows I meant no disr...
Brynden: You're lucky I'm not your king. I wouldn't let you wave your blunders around like a victory flag.
Edmure: My blunder sent Tywin's mad dog scurrying back to Casterly Rock with his tail between his legs. I think King Robb understands we're not going to win this war if he's the only one winning any battles. There's glory to go around!
Robb: It's not about glory. Your instructions were to wait for him to come to you.
Edmure: I seized an opportunity.
Robb: What value was the mill?
Edmure: The Mountain was garrisoned across the river from it.
Robb: Is he there now?
Edmure: Of course not. We took the fight to him! He could not withstand us.
Robb: I wanted to draw the Mountain into the west, into our country where we could surround him and kill him. I wanted him to chase us, which he would have done because he is a mad dog without a strategic thought in his head. I could have that head on a spike by now. Instead, I have a mill.

Brynden: I haven't had a proper sword fight in years. I expect I'll make a damn fool of myself.

Catelyn: Lord Walder is prickly by nature.
Brynden: Prickly? That what you call it? Might be the least pleasant man I've ever met.
Catelyn: Yes, and that is why...
Brynden: I've seen wet shits I liked better than Walder Frey.

[after Roose Bolton refuses an offer of wine from a serving girl at the wedding]
Catelyn: Don't you drink, Lord Bolton?
Roose: Never do, my lady. Dulls the senses.
Brynden: That's the point. Didn't you marry one of these Frey girls?
Roose: 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: [coldly] I hope she makes you very happy.
Roose: Well, she's made me very rich.