Sandor Clegane (to his brother): Remember me? Yeah, you do. You're even fucking uglier than I am now. What did they do to you? Doesn't matter. That's not how it ends for you, brother. You know who's coming for you. You've always known.
Sandor Clegane: Seems every bad idea has some Lannister cunt behind it.
Tyrion Lannister: And some Clegane cunt to help them see it through.
Tormund: I have a beauty waiting for me back at Winterfell. If I ever get back there. Yellow hair, blue eyes, the tallest woman you've ever seen. Almost as tall as you.
Sandor Clegane: Brienne of Tarth.
Tormund: You know her?
Sandor Clegane: You're with Brienne of fucking Tarth?
Tormund: Well, not with her yet. But I see the way she looks at me.
Sandor Clegane: How does she look at you? Like she wants to carve you up and eat your liver?
Tormund: You do know her.
Sandor Clegane: We've met.
Tormund: I want to make babies with her. Think of them... great big monsters. They'd conquer the world.
Sandor Clegane: How did a mad fucker like you live this long?
Tormund: I'm good at killing people.
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 bitching about it.
Thoros of Myr: What do you see?
Sandor Clegane: Logs burning.
Thoros of Myr: Keep looking. What do you see?
Sandor Clegane: Ice. A wall of ice. The Wall.
Thoros of Myr: What else?
Sandor Clegane: It's where the Wall meets the sea. There's a castle there. There's a mountain. Looks like an arrowhead. The dead are marching past. Thousands of them.
Sandor Clegane (to Thoros): I'll tell you what doesn't scare me... Bald cocksuckers like you. You think you're fooling anyone with that top knot?
Sandor Clegane: Those are your last words, fuck you? Come on, you can do better.
Sandor Clegane: You're shit at dying, you know that?
Ray: When I found you, I thought you'd been dead for days. The way you were stinking already and you had bugs all over you and bone was coming through right there. I was gonna give you a proper burial and then you coughed. Oh, nearly shit myself. I reckoned you were gonna die by the time I loaded you on the wagon, but you didn't. Now, I reckoned you'd die a dozen more times over the next few days, but you didn't. What kept you going?
Sandor Clegane: Hate.
Ray: No, there's a reason you're still here.
Sandor Clegane: Aye, there's a reason. I'm a big fucker and I'm tough to kill.
Sandor Clegane: You still here? Big bitch 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. Fuck 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? Fuck 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 fucked 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!
Sandor Clegane: My brother gave me this. It was just like you said a while back. Pressed me to the fire like I was a nice juicy mutton chop.
Arya Stark: Why?
Sandor Clegane: Thought I stole one of his toys. I didn't steal it. I was just playing with it. The pain was bad. The smell was worse. But the worst thing was that it was my brother who did it. My father, who protected him... told everyone my bedding caught fire.
Arya Stark: Joffrey. Cersei. Walder Frey. Meryn Trant. Tywin Lannister. The Red Woman. Beric Dondarrion. Thoros of Myr. Ilyn Payne. The Mountain.
Sandor Clegane: Would you shut up?
Arya Stark: I can't sleep until I say the names.
Sandor Clegane: The names of every fucking person in Westeros?
Arya Stark: Only the ones I'm going to kill.
Sandor Clegane: Hate's as good a thing as any to keep a person going. Better than most. We come across my brother, maybe we can both cross a name off our list.