I left this shit city cause I didn't wanna die it in. Am I gonna die in it?
Anyone touches it, I'll kill you first
Careful Beric, you lost your priest. This is your last life
I don't give two shits about wildlings. It's gingers I hate
Your lips are moving, and you're complaining about something. That's whinging
It's my damn luck I end up with a band of fire worshippers.
I've known you a long time, Dondarrion. And I always thought you were dull as dirt.