The little wolf's counterattack starts here~

[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.

Polliver: You know what? You should come with us.

[Polliver points at the innkeeper]

Polliver: His kind, they've always got something hidden away somewhere. Gold, silver, more daughters, always something if you know how to make 'em talk. And there's plenty of in-between here and King's Landing. You could do well for yourself. We certainly have been.

Sandor 'The Hound' Clegane: I'm not going to King's Landing.

Polliver: Think about it. We could do whatever we like, wherever we go.

[Polliver taps his surcoat]

Polliver: These are the king's colors. No one's standing in his way now, which means no one's standing in ours.

Sandor 'The Hound' Clegane: [leaning forward] Fuck the king.

[long, uncomfortable silence]

Polliver: When I heard that Joffrey's dog had tucked tail and run from the Battle of the Blackwater, I didn't believe it. But here you are.

Sandor 'The Hound' Clegane: Here I am. Bring me one of those chickens.

Polliver: You got money to pay for it?

Sandor 'The Hound' Clegane: YOU paid for it?

Polliver: [chuckles] No. But we're the king's men. So, you got money?

Sandor 'The Hound' Clegane: Not a penny. I'll still take that chicken.

Polliver: Tell you what: we'll trade you. One of our little chickens for one of yours.

[Polliver turns to look at Arya]

Polliver: Give us a go at your friend.

[Polliver turns and motions to one of his men at another table]

Polliver: Lowell there likes them a bit broken in.

[pause]

Sandor 'The Hound' Clegane: You're a talker. Listening to talkers makes me thirsty.

[the Hound reaches across the table, grabs Polliver's drink, and drains it]

Sandor 'The Hound' Clegane: And hungry. Think I'll take two chickens.

[Polliver turns and looks at his men, then turns back to the Hound]

Polliver: You don't seem to understand the situation.

Sandor 'The Hound' Clegane: I understand that if any more words come pouring out your cunt mouth, I'm gonna have to eat every fucking chicken in this room.

Polliver: You lived your life for the king. You gonna die for some chickens?

Sandor 'The Hound' Clegane: Someone is.

[another long pause, then everybody draws their weapons and a fight breaks out]