Game of Thrones (TV Series)

Kill the Boy (2015)

Iwan Rheon: Ramsay Bolton

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• [Roose and Ramsay are alone. Ramsay is angry after hearing that his stepmother is pregnant] 

  Ramsay Bolton : How can you be sure?

  Roose Bolton : Sure of what?

  Ramsay Bolton : That she's pregnant. I mean...

  [Ramsay makes a gesture of a fat person] 

  Ramsay Bolton : ...how can you tell?

  Roose Bolton : Maester Wolkan has assured us beyond all doubt.

  [Ramsay takes his cup and stands, walking about the room, his expression is displeased] 

  Ramsay Bolton : So... how did you... manage it?

  Roose Bolton : Manage what?

  Ramsay Bolton : Getting her pregnant.

  Roose Bolton : [dryly]  I imagine you're familiar with the procedure.

  Ramsay Bolton : Of course, but... how did you... find it?

  Roose Bolton : You disgraced yourself at dinner parading that creature before the Stark girl.

  Ramsay Bolton : And if it's a boy?

  Roose Bolton : [smiles]  You're worried about your position.

  Ramsay Bolton : My position is quite clear. I'm your son until a better alternative comes along.

• [Ramsay and Myranda are nude] 

  Ramsay Bolton : Come back here. Myranda!

  Myranda : I saw you staring at her.

  Ramsay Bolton : I'm going to marry her. That will involve looking at her from time to time.

  Myranda : [with raging jealousy]  You said you'd marry me.

  Ramsay Bolton : And I meant it. When I was a bastard named Snow. But I'm a Bolton now. What I want is no longer the primary consideration. I'm furthering a dynasty.

  Myranda : Do you think she's pretty?

  Ramsay Bolton : [scoffs]  Of course I do. I'm not blind.

  Myranda : Mm. Perhaps I'll marry too.

  [Ramsay sighs, gets up, walks over to Myranda at window] 

  Ramsay Bolton : You think she is pretty, too. I'm looking forward to our wedding night. But don't worry... I'll have plenty of time for you.

  Ramsay Bolton : [laughs]  You're the kennel master's daughter. Who are you going to marry, the stable keeper's son?

  [Myrada aims a blow at Ramsay, but he grabs her] 

  Ramsay Bolton : You're mine. You're not going anywhere. Unless I have to listen to more of your jealousy. Jealousy bores me. You remember what happens to people who bore me. You're not going to bore me... are you, Myranda?

  [Myranda seems to succumb to Ramsay, her mouth searching out his for a kiss, but then she bites his lower lip, drawing blood] 

  Myranda : Never.

  [Ramsay is excited by this, and reciprocates by being rough]