Hvitserk: At least you blame yourself for your sexual inadequacies.
Ivar the Boneless: No, I blame them. Chicks never help you out. They never tell you what to do. And most of them are self- conscious about that smell factor, and so most of the time they just lay there, frozen like a deer in the headlights, right? Not for nothing, but when a chick goes down on me. I let her know where to go, and what the status is. You gotta handle it like CNN and the Weather Channel – constant updates.
Hvitserk: You’ve made it to fifty episodes, you should be proud!
Rollo: Yeah, a show should never go past fifty episodes, or else it starts to get stale with ridiculously stupid plotlines and settings.
[Hvitserk and Ubbe visiting Floki in Iceland]
Hvitserk: Look at my hands, I had lovely hands!
Ubbe: Well, wear the fucking gloves!
Hvitserk: Pink with glitter? are you crazy?
Ivar the Boneless: He [The Seer] told me that in a previous incarnation I was Alexander the Great’s chief eunuch.
Bishop Heahmund: You know what? I believe you.
Ivar the Boneless: To have lived a life alongside one of the greatest commanders of all time! No wonder the military’s in my blood!
Hvitserk: No wonder you’re such a good singer!
I do not want to meet you face-to-face in battle.
I do not want to have to kill you.
You’re my little brother.
“Let’s put aside our differences, for the sake of our father. A civil war can only bring tragedy, weaken our family, and set in train a lifetime of revenge obligations for those who manage to survive! Is that really what you all want?”
Was this the first time ever that we got to see Hvitserk on a horse? #teamhvorserk