Soldier: Where you going?
Arya Stark: I'm Arya Stark. I'm going to kill Queen Cersei.
Sandor Clegane: Think about it. She kills Cersei, the war's over. There won't be a siege. You might not even die tomorrow.
Sandor Clegane: You've changed, Little Bird. None of it would have happened if you'd left King's Landing with me. No Littlefinger, no Ramsay... none of it.
Sansa Stark: Without Littlefinger, and Ramsay and the rest, I would have stayed a Little Bird all my life.
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.
Beric Dondarrion: The Lord of Light has brought us together all the same. This is his moment. When light...
Sandor Clegane: Thoros isn't here anymore, so I hope you're not about to give a sermon. Because if you are, the Lord of Light's gonna wonder why he brought you back 19 times just to watch you die when I chuck you over this fucking wall.
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?