Game of Thrones, Season 6

Brother Ray:
I think some of the men are afraid of you.

Sandor Clegane:
I'm used to it. [sips his drink]

Brother Ray:
When I found you, I thought you'd been dead for days. Well, you were stinkin' already, and you had bugs all over ya, and bone was comin' through, right there. [pokes the Hound's leg, right above his knee] Was gonna give you a proper burial, and then you coughed. Ha! Nearly shit meself. I reckoned you were gonna die by the time I loaded you on the wagon, but you didn't, and I reckoned you'd die a dozen more times over the next few days, but you didn't. What kept you goin'?

Sandor Clegane:
Hate.

Brother Ray:
No. There's a reason you're still here.

Sandor Clegane:
Aye, there's a reason. I'm a big fucker and I'm tough to kill.

Brother Ray:
No, a reason. Gods aren't done with you yet.

Sandor Clegane:
I've heard that before. Man was talkin' about a different god, though.

Brother Ray:
Well, maybe he was right. I don't know much about the gods.

Sandor Clegane:
You're in the wrong line of work.

Brother Ray:
Oh, there's plenty of pious sons of bitches who think they know the word of god, or gods. I don't. I don't even know their real names. Maybe it is the Seven, or maybe it's the Old Gods, or maybe it's the Lord of Light, or maybe they're all the same fuckin' thing. I don't know. What matters, I believe, is that there's something greater than us, and whatever it is, it's got plans for Sandor Clegane.

Sandor Clegane:
You didn't know me back in my time. You don't know the things I've done.

Brother Ray:
I've heard stories.

Sandor Clegane:
If the gods are real, why haven't they punished me?

Brother Ray:
They have.