Ramsay Snow : [Theon is shaving Ramsay] Reek, tell father where are Bran and Rickon Stark?
Theon Greyjoy : I don't know, my lord.
Roose Bolton : You murdered them and displayed their corpses at Winterfell.
Ramsay Snow : Reek, did you murder the Stark boys?
Theon Greyjoy : No, my lord. Just two farm boys.
Ramsay Snow : [as Roose realizes what had happened] And crisped them so no one would know.
Theon Greyjoy : Yes, my lord.
Ramsay Snow : The Starks have always ruled the North. If Bran and Rickon are alive, the country will rally to their side, now that Robb Stark is gone.
[Theon abruptly stops shaving Ramsay]
Ramsay Snow : Oh, that's right, Reek. Robb Stark is dead. Sorry. I know he was like a brother to you, but my father put a knife through his heart. How do you feel about that?
[Theon sniffles then resumes shaving Ramsay]
Roose Bolton : [to Locke] You ready for a hunt?
Locke : Always.
Roose Bolton : Find those boys and I'll give you a thousand acres and a holdfast.
Locke : [to Ramsay] Your pet rat have any thoughts on which way they went after Winterfell?
Theon Greyjoy : Jon Snow is at Castle Black.
Locke : Who the fuck's Jon Snow?
Roose Bolton : Their bastard brother. He could be sheltering them. He may know where they are.
Ramsay Snow : [wiping the shaving cream off his face] Even if he doesn't, he's half Stark himself. He could be a threat.
Roose Bolton : You want to prove yourself a Bolton? Gather whatever men you can and ride for Moat Cailin. Bring this creature of yours. Maybe he'll be of some use. Take the Moat for the family, for *our* family, and I'll reconsider your position.
[Ramsay smiles in glee]