Gendry: Have you seen Arya?
Sandor Clegane: You can still smell the burning bodies, and that's where your head is at.
Gendry: I just want to thank her for...
Sandor Clegane: I'm sure you do.
Gendry: Look, it's not about that.
Sandor Clegane: Of course it's about that, you twat. Why shouldn't it be? The dead are dead. You're not.
Gendry: They would have killed me if wasn't for Davos.
Sandor Clegane: But they didn't, did they? So, what you whinging about?
Gendry: I'm not whinging.
Sandor Clegane: Your lips are moving and you're complaining about something. That's whinging. This one's been killed six times. (points to Beric) You don't hear him b*tching about it.
Gendry: You were a lord's daughter and you lived in a castle and you... look, all that about c*cks, I should never have said... and I've been pissing in front of you and everything. I... I should be calling you "My Lady."
Arya Stark: Do not call me "My Lady."
Gendry: As My Lady commands. (Arya pushes him) Well, that was unladylike.