You're wondering
why I brought you all here.
After all,
we just had a feast.
Since when does Old Walder give us two feasts
in a single fortnight?
Well, it's no good being Lord of the Riverlands if you
can't celebrate with your family. That's what I say.
 
I've gathered every Frey who means a damn thing
so I can tell you my plans
for this great house
now that winter has come.
First,
a toast.
No more of that Dornish
horse-piss
This is the finest Arbor Gold.
Proper wine
for proper heroes!
Stand together!
Not you. I'm not wasting
good wine on a damn woman!
Maybe I'm not the most
pleasant man.
I'll admit it. But I'm proud of you lot.
You're my family.  The men
who helped me slaughter the Starks at the Red Wedding.
Cheer!
Brave men,
all of you!
Butchered a woman pregnant with her babe.
Cut the throat of a mother of five.
Slaughtered your guests after inviting
them into your home.
But - you didn't slaughter every one
of the Starks.
That was your mistake.
You should have ripped them all out,
root and stem.
Leave one wolf alive
and the sheep are never safe.
When people ask you what happened here,
tell them The North Remembers.
Tell them Winter Came for House Frey.
