Clegane: I've known you a long time, Dondarrion.
Dondarrion : Aye.I think the first time we met was at that tournament--
Clegane: And I always thought you were dull as dirt. You're not bad. I don't hate you. Don't like you, but you're not bad.
Dondarrion : Thank you, Clegane. That warms the heart.
Clegane: But there's nothing special about you.
Dondarrion :You're right about that.
Clegane: So why does the Lord of Light keep bringing you back? I've met better men than you, and they've been hanged from crossbeams, or beheaded, or just shat themselves to death in a field somewhere. None of them came back. So, why you?
Dondarrion : You think I don't ask myself that? Every hour of every day? Why am I here? What am I supposed to do? What does the Lord see in me?
Dondarrion : I don't know. I don't understand our Lord.
Clegane: Your Lord.
Dondarrion : I don't know what He wants from me. I only know that He wants me alive.
Clegane: If he's so all-powerful, why doesn't he just tell you what the f**k he wants?
Thoros: Clegane. Come over here. Don't worry. The fire won't bite. I want to show you something.
Clegane: It's my f**king luck I end up with a band of fire worshipers.
Dondarrion : Aye. Almost seems like divine justice.
Clegane: There's no divine justice, you dumb cunt. If there was, you'd be dead...and that girl would be alive.