Arthur Weasley: When you stopped You-Know-Who... Black lost everything. But to this day, he still remains a faithful servant. And in his mind... you are the only thing that stands in the way... of You-Know-Who returning to power. And that is why... he has escaped from Azkaban. To find you.
Harry Potter: And kill me.
Arthur Weasley: Harry, swear to me that whatever you might hear... you won't go looking for Black.
Harry Potter: Mr. Weasley... why would I go looking for someone who wants to kill me?
Stan Shunpike: "Welcome to the Knight Bus... emergency transport for the stranded witch or wizard. My name is Stan Shunpike, and I will be your conductor for this evening." What you doing down there?
Harry Potter: I fell over.
Stan Shunpike: What you fall over for?
Harry Potter: I didn't do it on purpose.
Marge Dursley: You mustn't blame yourself about how this one turned out. It's all to do with blood. Bad blood will out. What is it the boy's father did, Petunia?
Petunia Dursley: Nothing. He didn't work. He was unemployed.
Marge Dursley: And a drunk too, no doubt?
Harry Potter: That's a lie.
Marge Dursley: What did you say?
Harry Potter: My dad wasn't a drunk.
(A glass explodes in Marge's hand, she later resumes the topic...)
Marge Dursley: Actually, it's nothing to do with the father. It's all to do with the mother. You see it all the time with dogs. If something's wrong with the b*tch, then something's wrong with the pup.
Harry Potter: Shut up! Shut up!
Marge Dursley (raising her finger): Right. Let me tell you...
(Her finger starts to blow up and her body soon follows ending in Marge floating away...)