The Hound: You're a talker. Listening to talkers makes me thirsty and hungry. Think I'll take two chickens. Polliver: You don't seem to understand the situation. The Hound: I understand that if any more words come pouring out your cunt mouth, I'm going to have to eat every fucking chicken in this room. Polliver: You lived your life for the king. You're going to die for some chickens? The Hound: Someone is.
Tyrion: Let me give you some advice bastard. Never forget what you are. The rest of the world will not. Wear it like armor, and it can never be used to hurt you. Jon: What the hell do you know about being a bastard? Tyrion: All dwarfs are bastards in their father's eyes.