(Dumbledore is stalling so Harry and Hermione can save Buckbeak...)
Albus Dumbledore: Minister, I really think I should sign as well.
Cornelius Fudge: Yes, very well. Perhaps it would be... Right there on the line... Your name only.
Albus Dumbledore: It's such a very long name... (Later, outside...) Now, look there.
Cornelius Fudge: Where?
Albus Dumbledore: Look beyond the rocks.
Cornelius Fudge: What am I supposed to see?
Albus Dumbledore: Professor Dippet had that ling planted when he was headmaster.
Cornelius Fudge: Oh, yes. Indeed, indeed.
Albus Dumbledore: And all the strawberries, you see?
Cornelius Fudge: I see no strawberries...
Albus Dumbledore: Mysterious thing, time. Powerful... and when meddled with, dangerous. Sirius Black is in the topmost cell of the Dark Tower. You know the laws, Miss Granger. You must not be seen. And you would do well, I feel, to return before this last chime. If not, the consequences are too ghastly to discuss. If you succeed tonight... more than one innocent life may be spared. Three turns should do it, I think. Oh, and by the way. When in doubt, I find retracing my steps to be a wise place to begin. Good luck.
Albus Dumbledore: In dreams, we enter a world that's entirely our own. Let them swim in the deepest ocean or glide over the highest cloud.
Lucius Malfoy: Who was it?
Albus Dumbledore: Voldemort.
Lucius Malfoy: Ah.
Albus Dumbledore: Only this time he chose to act through somebody else... by means of this.
Lucius Malfoy: I see.
Albus Dumbledore: Fortunately, our young Mr. Potter discovered it. One hopes that no more of Lord Voldemort's old school-things... should find their way into innocent hands. The consequences for the one responsible would be... severe.
Lucius Malfoy: Well, let us hope... that Mr. Potter will always be around to save the day.
Harry Potter: Don't worry. I will be.
Harry Potter: I couldn't help but notice certain things, certain... Certain similarities between Tom Riddle and me.
Albus Dumbledore: I see. Well, you can speak Parseltongue, Harry. Why? Because Lord Voldemort can speak Parseltongue. If I'm not mistaken, Harry... he transferred some of his powers to you... the night he gave you that scar.
Harry Potter: Voldemort transferred some of his powers to me?
Albus Dumbledore: Uh-huh. Not intentionally... but yes.
Harry Potter: So the Sorting Hat was right. I should be in Slytherin.
Albus Dumbledore: It's true. You possess many of the qualities that Voldemort himself prizes. Determination, resourcefulness... and if I may say so, a certain disregard for the rules. Why, then, did the Sorting Hat place you in Gryffindor?
Harry Potter: Because I asked it to.
Albus Dumbledore: Exactly, Harry. Exactly. Which makes you different from Voldemort. It is not our abilities that show what we truly are. It is our choices. If you want proof why you belong in Gryffindor... then I suggest you look more closely at this. (hands him The Sword of Gryffindor) Be careful.
Harry Potter (reads the inscription on the sword): Godric Gryffindor.
Albus Dumbledore: It would take a true Gryffindor to pull that out of the hat.
Rubeus Hagrid: Professor Dumbledore, sir, it wasn't Harry.
Albus Dumbledore: Hagrid...
Rubeus Hagrid: I'd be prepared to swear it in front of the Ministry.
Albus Dumbledore: Hagrid. Relax. I do not believe... that Harry attacked anyone.
Rubeus Hagrid: Of course you don't. Oh. Right. Well, I'll... I'll just wait outside, then.
Newt Scamander: Dumbledore, why can't you go?
Albus Dumbledore: I cannot move against Grindelwald. It has to be you. Well, I can't blame you... In your shoes, I'd probably refuse too. (takes the card away from him)
Newt Scamander: What?
Albus Dumbledore: It's late. Good evening, Newt.
Newt Scamander: Wait, no... (Dumbledore disapparates) Oh, come on.
(Dumbledore's hand with the card appears and puts it in Newt's pocket)
Newt Scamander: Dumbledore...
Albus Dumbledore: Do you know why I admire you, Newt? You do not seek power. Nor popularity. You simply ask, "Is a thing right?"
Albus Dumbledore: Address.
Newt Scamander: What's that?
Albus Dumbledore: A safe house in Paris.
Newt Scamander: Why would I need a safe house in Paris?
Albus Dumbledore: Should things, at some point, go terribly wrong, it's good to have a place to go. You know, for a cup of tea.