Thoros: You still mad at us, boy?
Gendry: You sold me to a witch.
Thoros: A priestess. I'll admit, it is a subtle distinction.
Beric: We're fighting a great war. Wars cost money.
Gendry: I wanted to be one of you. I wanted to join the brotherhood, but you sold me off... like a slave. Do you know what she did to me? She strapped me down in the bed. She stripped me naked.
The Hound: Sounds alright so far.
Gendry: And put leeches on me.
The Hound: Was she naked, too?
Thoros: She needed your blood.
Gendry: Yes, thank you. I know that.
The Hound: Could have been worse.
Gendry: She wanted to kill me. They would have killed me if it wasn't for Davos.
The Hound: But they didn't, did they? So what are you whinging about?
Gendry: I'm not whinging.
The Hound: Your lips are moving and you're complaining about something. That's whinging. This one's been killed six times. You don't hear him whinging about it.

Tormund: You're the one they call the dog.
The Hound: Fuck off.
Tormund: They told me you were mean. Were you born mean or do you just hate wildlings.
The Hound: I don't give two shits about wildlings. It's gingers I hate.
Tormund: Gingers are beautiful. We are kissed by fire. Just like you.
The Hound: Don't point your fucking finger at me.

Tormund: Did you trip into the fire when you were a baby?
The Hound: I didn't trip. I was pushed.
Tormund: Ever since you've been mean.
The Hound: Will you fuck off?
Tormund: I don't think you're truly mean. You have sad eyes.
The Hound: You want to suck my dick, is that?
Tormund: Dick?
The Hound: Cock.
Tormund: Ah. DICK! I like it.
The Hound: Bet you do.

Tormund: I have a beauty waiting for me back in Winterfell... if I ever get back there. Yellow hair, blue eyes, tallest woman you've ever seen. Almost as tall as you.
The Hound: Brienne of Tarth.
Tormund: You know her?
The Hound: You're with Brienne of fucking Tarth.
Tormund: Well, not with her yet. But I see the way she looks at me.
The Hound: How does she look at you? Like, she wants to carve you up and eat your liver?
Tormund: You do know her.
The Hound: We've met.
Tormund: I want to make babies with her. Think of them, great big monsters. They'd conquer the world.
The Hound: How did a mad fucker like you live this long?

Jon Snow: Run back to Eastwatch. Get a raven to Daenerys. Tell her what's happened.
Gendry: I'm not leaving ya.
Jon Snow: You're the fastest. Go. Now.
Gendry: It has to be without the hammer. Give it. Give it.

Jon: I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I wish we'd never gone.
Daenerys: I don't. If we hadn't gone, I wouldn't have seen. You have to see it to know. Now, I know. The dragons are my children. They're the only children I'll ever have. Do you understand? We are going to destroy the Night King and his army. We will do it together. You have my word.
Jon: Thank you, Dany.
Daenerys: Dany. Who was the last person who called me that? I'm not sure. Was it brother? Hmm. Not the company you want to keep.
Jon: Alright. Not Dany. How about my Queen? I'd, um, bend the knee but...
Daenerys: What about those you swore allegiance to?
Jon: They will come to see you for what you are.
Daenerys {Crying]: I hope I deserve it.
Jon: You do.

Game of Thrones Season 7 Episode 6 Quotes

Tormund: You're the one they call the dog.
The Hound: Fuck off.
Tormund: They told me you were mean. Were you born mean or do you just hate wildlings.
The Hound: I don't give two shits about wildlings. It's gingers I hate.
Tormund: Gingers are beautiful. We are kissed by fire. Just like you.
The Hound: Don't point your fucking finger at me.

Thoros: You still mad at us, boy?
Gendry: You sold me to a witch.
Thoros: A priestess. I'll admit, it is a subtle distinction.
Beric: We're fighting a great war. Wars cost money.
Gendry: I wanted to be one of you. I wanted to join the brotherhood, but you sold me off... like a slave. Do you know what she did to me? She strapped me down in the bed. She stripped me naked.
The Hound: Sounds alright so far.
Gendry: And put leeches on me.
The Hound: Was she naked, too?
Thoros: She needed your blood.
Gendry: Yes, thank you. I know that.
The Hound: Could have been worse.
Gendry: She wanted to kill me. They would have killed me if it wasn't for Davos.
The Hound: But they didn't, did they? So what are you whinging about?
Gendry: I'm not whinging.
The Hound: Your lips are moving and you're complaining about something. That's whinging. This one's been killed six times. You don't hear him whinging about it.