Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban (2004)

Hermione: That felt good.
Ron: Not good...Brilliant!

Hermione: Ahwoooooo!
Harry: What are you doing?
Hermione: Saving your life! AHWOOOOOOO!
Harry: Thanks! Oh great, now he's coming for us!
Hermione: Yeah, didn't think about that! RUN!

Harry Potter: Sir, it's Quiddich tomorrow!
Snape: Then I suggest you take extra care, Potter. Loss of limb will not excuse you.

Hermione Granger: Is that really what my hair looks like from the back?

Sirius Black: Sorry about the bite. I reckon that twinges a bit.
Ron: A bit? A bit? You almost tore my leg off!

Sirius Black: Brilliant, Snape. Once again you've put your keen and penetrating mind to the task and as usual come to the wrong conclusion.

Sirius Black: James suggested I made the change permanent. The tail I can live with, but the fleas...they're murder.

Hermione: Where do you suppose this goes?
Harry: I have a hunch...I just hope I'm wrong.

Geroge: Not flashing that clipping about again, are you Ron?
Ron: I haven't shown anyone.
Fred: No, not a soul. Not unless you count Tom.
George: The day maid.
Fred: The night maid.
George: The cook.
Fred: That bloke who couldn't fix the toilet.
George: And that wizard from Belgium.

Harry: Messers Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot and Prongs offer their compliments to professor Snape...
Snape: Go on.
Harry: And request that he keep his abnormally large nose out of other people's business.

Ron: Let me get this straight, Sirius Black has escaped from Azkaban to come after you?
Harry: Yeah.
Hermione: But they'll catch Black, won't they? I mean everyone's looking for him.
Ron: Sure. Except no one's ever broken out of Azkaban before and he's a murderous raving lunatic.
Harry: Thanks, Ron.

Ron: No, don't make me do it.
Harry: Do what?
Ron: The spiders. They want me to tap dance. But I don't want to tap dance.
Harry: You tell them spiders Ron.

Ssiscool ★

Harry: What?
Hermione: I thought I just saw...never mind.

Sirius Black: Why don't you run along and play with your chemistry set?