Harry Potter: No. Absolutely not.
Hermione Granger: I told you he'd take it well.
Harry Potter: No, if you think I'm gonna let everyone risk their lives for me, I...
Ron Weasley: Never done that before, have we?
Harry Potter: No. No. This is different. I mean, taking that, becoming me. No.
Fred Weasley: Well, none of us really fancy it, mate.
George Weasley: Imagine if something went wrong, and we ended up a scrawny, specky git forever.
Horace Slughorn: Good God. Dear fellow, however did you manage to kill it?
Rubeus Hagrid: Kill it? Me oldest friend, he was.
Horace Slughorn: I'm so sorry, I didn't...
Rubeus Hagrid: Don't worry yourself, you're not alone. Seriously misunderstood creatures, spiders are. It's the eyes, I reckon. They unnerve some folk.
Harry Potter: Not to mention the pincers.
Rubeus Hagrid: Yeah, I reckon that too.
Ron Weasley: What do you suppose Dean sees in her? Ginny?
Harry Potter: Well, what does she see in him?
Ron Weasley: Dean? He's brilliant.
Harry Potter: You called him a slick git not five hours ago.
Ron Weasley: Yeah, well, he was running his hands all over my sister, wasn't he? Something snaps, and you've gotta hate him, you know? On principle.
Harry Potter: I suppose.
Ron Weasley: So, what is it he sees in her?
Harry Potter: I don't know. She's smart, funny. Attractive.
Ron Weasley: Attractive?
Harry Potter: You know, she's got nice skin.
Ron Weasley: Skin? Dean dates my sister because of her skin?
Harry Potter: Well, no, I mean, I'm just saying it could be a contributing factor.
Ron Weasley: Hermione's got nice skin. Wouldn't you say? As skin goes, I mean.
Harry Potter: I've never really thought about it. But, I suppose, yeah. Very nice.
Harry Potter: It was Malfoy.
Minerva McGonagall: That is a very serious accusation, Potter.
Severus Snape: Indeed. Your evidence?
Harry Potter: I just know.
Severus Snape: You just... know. You astonish with your gifts, Potter. Gifts mere mortals can only dream of possessing. How grand it must be to be the Chosen One.