Syrio: "What do we say to the god of death?"
Arya: "Not today."
Florio: "Regardless of what you’re doing to address it, is your fear coming to fruition?”
Arya: "My dad's head got lobbed off, so yeah."
Hodor: "May I get that door for you?"
Arya: "Sure."
Nymeria: "I drink and I know things." *winks at camera