Hands of Gold

Arya Stark: When am I going to get a horse of my own?

Sandor 'The Hound' Clegane: Little lady wants a pony.

Arya Stark: Little lady wants away from your stench.

Sandor 'The Hound' Clegane: Horses aren't easy to come by. Even if they were, think I'm gonna put you on your own horse? Watch the only thing of value I've got in the world ride away?

Arya Stark: Why don't you have any money? Didn't you steal anything from Joffrey before you left?

Sandor 'The Hound' Clegane: No.

Arya Stark: You're not very smart, are you?

Sandor 'The Hound' Clegane: I'm not a thief.

Arya Stark: You're fine with murdering little boys, but thieving is beneath you.

Sandor 'The Hound' Clegane: Man's got to have a code.

Arya Stark: You think I'm gonna escape. Where would I go? I'd be dead by nightfall without you, my family's gone, I've got no one.

Sandor 'The Hound' Clegane: You've got an aunt in the Vale. Your rich aunt Lysa. After I sell you to her, maybe she'll have enough left over to buy you that pony you want so much.

[Arya and the Hound watch an inn from the bushes]

Arya Stark: I'm hungry. YOU'RE hungry.

Sandor 'The Hound' Clegane: Five horses, five men. More than I feel like killing on an empty stomach.

[a door opens and two men walk out; Arya recognizes one of them]

Arya Stark: I know him. The small one. His name is Polliver. He captured us and took us to Harrenhal. He killed Lommy.

Sandor 'The Hound' Clegane: What the fuck's a Lommy?

Arya Stark: He was my friend. Polliver stole my sword and put it right through his neck. He's still got it.

Sandor 'The Hound' Clegane: Got what?

Arya Stark: My sword. Needle.

Sandor 'The Hound' Clegane: [derisively] Needle. Of course you named your sword.

Arya Stark: Lots of people name their swords.

Sandor 'The Hound' Clegane: Lots of cunts.