Sandor Clegane: You still here? Big b*tch saved you.
Arya Stark: I don't need saving.
Sandor Clegane: No, not you. You're a real killer. With your water dancing and your Needle.
Arya Stark: You gonna die?
Sandor Clegane: Unless there's a maester hiding behind that rock, aye, I'm done. I'd skin you alive for wine. F*ck water. Killed by a woman. I bet you like that. Go on, go after her. She'll help you. Going it alone, you won't last a day out there.
Arya Stark: I'll last longer than you.
Sandor Clegane: You remember where the heart is? F*ck it. I'm ready. Go on, girl. Another name off your list. You kept promising me. I cut down your butcher's boy. The ginger. He was begging for mercy. "Please, Ser. Please don't kill me. Please, please." Bled all over my horse. Saddle stunk of butcher's boy for weeks. And your sister. Your pretty sister. I should have taken her. That night the Blackwater burned. I should have f*cked her bloody. At least I'd have one happy memory. Do I have to beg you? Do it. Do it. Do it. (Arya takes his gold and leaves) Kill me. Kill me! Kill me! Kill me!
