Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

We just got word that Ser Alliser needs you below.
I can assure you that the closest Maester Faull
Whoa, it's me. It's me.
I got one right through the heart. He's dead.
for him, for the clever little twats,
We need to burn the bodies.
Beyond the trees!
Jon.
Oil.
Of course I'm afraid.
- My Sheila? - Yes.
If someone had asked me my name right then,
Archers, nock your arrows!
Which is why you've abandoned your watch atop the Wall
Ah.
Serve him up a nice juicy slice of ginger minge.
- You all plan to die here tonight? - No, Ser!
You can imagine all manner of horrors
I'm not leaving you.
It was a difficult decision either way, Ser.
No such thing as giants.
100,000 you say?
We've got loads of weapons and things.
It's the perfect place for us to be.
Mance was testing our defenses.
the only thing left of him is gonna be his fun bits hanging around my neck.
And he has more giants. He has more mammoths.
How high are the walls?
You hear me?
There'll be arrows for all of us soon, I imagine.
Well, then...
Is it so difficult to imagine
the color of her eyes,
Jon Snow.
- Help my brothers. - How?
I was in love once.
intimate relations with women.
Of course, I'd had a good bit to drink.
but she knew how to use them.
come brothers now, bulk with me
The interesting thing is,