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]
