Terry Benedict: Nothing is worth nothing. (Coyote Peter)
Livingston Dell: [Linus, Basher and Turk are escorted into a jail cell already holding the rest of the gang] So, how'd it go? (Coyote Peter)
Saul Bloom: I want the last check I write to bounce. (Coyote Peter)
Linus Caldwell: What did I say?
Danny Ocean: You called his niece a whore.
Rusty Ryan: A very cheap one.
Danny Ocean: She's seven. (Coyote Peter)
Reuben Tishkoff: [to a fortune teller. As he is having his palm read by her, he turns around to see Terry Benedict with two enforcers] This? You couldn't see *this*? (Coyote Peter)
Danny Ocean: Do I look 50 to you?
Basher Tarr: Yeah.
Danny Ocean: Really?
Basher Tarr: Well, I mean, you know, only from the neck up. (Coyote Peter)
Tess Ocean: You're doing recon work on our anniversary?
Danny Ocean: Tess... (Coyote Peter)
Albus Dumbledore: Dark and difficult times lie ahead, Harry. Soon we must all face the choice between what is right... and what is easy. (Coyote Peter)
Albus Dumbledore: Difficult times lie ahead, Harry. (Coyote Peter)
Professor Snape: [taps the blank Marauder's Map with his wand] Reveal your secrets.
[writing appears on the map]
Professor Snape: Read it.
Harry: "Messrs. Mooney, Wormtail, Padfoot, and Prongs, offer their compliments to Professor Snape and..."
Professor Snape: Go on.
Harry: "... and request that he keep his abnormally large nose out of other people's business." (Coyote Peter)
Hermione: [after Hagrid gives Ron Scabbers back] I think you owe someone an apology.
Ron: Right. Next time I see Crookshanks, I'll let him know.
Hermione: [annoyed] I meant me! (Coyote Peter)
Hermione: Is that really what my hair looks like from the back? (Coyote Peter)
Ron: I'm warning you Hermione! Keep that bloody beast of yours away from Scabbers or I'll turn it into a tea cozy!
Hermione: It's a cat, Ronald! What do you expect? It's in his nature.
Ron: A cat? Is that what they told you? It looks more like a pig with hair if you ask me.
Hermione: That's rich! Coming from the owner of that smelly old shoe brush. It's all right, Crookshanks, just ignore the mean little boy. (Coyote Peter)
Ron: [sitting bolt upright in bed] Spiders... the spiders... they want me to tap-dance. And I don't want to tap-dance!
Harry: [laughing] You tell those spiders, Ron.
Ron: Yeah, tell them... I'll tell them... (Coyote Peter)
Harry: [on the Knight Bus, traveling at high speed through London.] But the Muggles, can't they see us?
Stan Shunpike: Muggles? They don't see nothin', do they?
Shrunken Head: No, but if you jab them with a fork, they feel. (Coyote Peter)
Cornelius Fudge: [just after Buckbeak's escape.] We must search the grounds!
Dumbledore: Search the *skies* if you must, Minister, but now I think I'll have a nice cup of tea, or a large brandy. Oh, and executioner, your services are no longer required. Thank you.
Hagrid: You'll find no small glasses in *this* house. (Coyote Peter)
Professor Snape: Well, well, Lupin. Out for a little walk... in the moonlight are we? (Coyote Peter)
Harry: [pointing wand to Marauder's map] I solemnly swear that I am up to no good.
[credits roll to end]
Harry: Mischief managed.
Harry: Nox. (Coyote Peter)
Hermione: Did I mention it's the most haunted place in Britain?
Ron: Twice.
Hermione: Oh. Do you want to move a bit closer?
Ron: Huh?
Hermione: To the Shrieking Shack.
Ron: Oh, no. I'm fine here. (Coyote Peter)
Harry: What's the holdup?
Ron: Neville's probably forgotten the password again or something.
Neville Longbottom: [behind them] Hey!
Ron: Oh... You're there. (Coyote Peter)
Ron: I didn't mean to open it.
[pause]
Ron: It was badly wrapped.
[pause]
Ron: [points at Fred and George] They made me do it!
George Weasley, Fred Weasley: Did not! (Coyote Peter)
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