Severus Snape: Still, there’s glory in being taken down by the Dark Lord himself, I suppose.
Hermione Granger: I’m sorry, Severus.
(Snape looks at her, and then swallows the pain. He indicates Ron with a flick of his head.)
Severus Snape: Well, at least I’m not married to him.
Ron Weasley: So you’re telling me that the whole of history rests on . . . Neville Longbottom? This is pretty wild.
Ron Weasley: I’m armed and — entirely dangerous and seriously advise you — (He realizes his wand is the wrong way around and turns it right.) To be very careful —
Dolores Umbridge (to Scorpius): I don’t know what game you’re playing but you’re upsetting the dementors and entirely ruining Voldemort Day.
Moaning Myrtle: Myrtle. Myrtle Elizabeth Warren — a pretty name — my name — no need for the moaning.
Delphi: That’s the thing, isn’t it? About friendships. You don’t know what he needs. You only know he needs it.
Draco Malfoy: Keep up, old man.
Harry Potter: We’re the same age, Draco.
Draco Malfoy: I wear it better.
Draco Malfoy: Sorry about your floor, Minerva.
Professor McGonagall: I dare say it’s my fault for owning a chimney.
Albus Severus Potter: How to distract Scorpius from difficult emotional issues. Take him to a library.
Ron Weasley (to Harry): Honestly, every time I sit down now I make an “ooof” noise. An “ooof.” And my feet — the trouble I’m having with my feet — I could write songs about the pain my feet give me — maybe your scar is like that.