So far every episode of this show has been epic, and I don't mean that in some hyperbolic, stoned surfer way. Each week something gigantic happens, usually violent. Sansa is whisked away by the Fool, Dontos, who is then shot through with an arrow by Baelish, who we now know was behind the plot to kill Joffrey (I think). I warned you that this crap is too confusing for my right brain.
Anya and Sandor rip off some poor farmer and his daughter after he graciously lets them stay with him and eat a fine rabbit stew. The whole thing actually reminded me of the Bundy Ranch standoff in Nevada, where a rich cattleman has been illegally grazing his cows on federal land because he says it's “the people's land,” and he doesn't recognize the federal government. The dialogue in Game of Thrones was perfect:
“Seven blessings to you,” says the farmer.
“What do you want,” says Sandor back, curtly.
“What do I want?” replies the farmer. ” It's my land.”
“When I'm standing on it it's my land,” says Sandor. All they need now is a militia, which frankly is basically all that exists in the Seven Kingdoms anyway — bands and hordes of armed marauders.
