[The four champions and Hermione Granger gather around Dumbledore before the beginning of the first task.]
Dumbledore: You've waited, you've wondered, and at last the moment has arrived, a moment only four of you can fully appreciate - what are you doing here, Miss Granger?
Hermione Granger: Oh ... Um ... Sorry, I'll just go then.
Professor McGonagall: Mr. Potter, are you and Miss Patil ready?
Harry Potter: Ready? For what?
Professor McGonagall: To dance! It's traditional for the three... Well, in this case, four champions to begin the dance. Surely I told you that?
Harry Potter: No.
Professor McGonagall: Oh... Well, now you know.
[Ron tells Harry that he warned him about the dragons.]
Harry Potter: Hagrid warned me about the dragons!
Ron Weasley: No! No! Remember... I told Hermione to tell you that Seamus told me that Dean was told by Parvari that Hagrid was looking for you. Seamus didn't really tell me anything. So it was really me all along! I thought you'd be able to figure it out from there.
Harry Potter: How could anybody figure that out? It's completely mental!
[Moody writes on blackboard, with his back facing the students.]
Professor 'Mad-Eye' Moody: You should find another place for your gum rather than under your desk, Mr. Finnigan!
Seamus Finnigan: [Whispers at the back of the classroom.] Blimey, the old codger can see out of the back of his head!
[Moody spins around and throws a piece of chalk at Seamus across the classroom.]
Professor 'Mad-Eye' Moody: AND HEAR ACROSS CLASSROOMS!
[Ron unhappily looks at himself in the mirror. Harry walks in looking smart.]
Ron Weasley: What are those?
Harry Potter: My dress robes...
Ron Weasley: Those're all right! No lace, no dodgy little collar...
Harry Potter: Well, I expect yours are more traditional...
Ron Weasley: Traditional? They're ancient! I look like my great aunt Tessie! [Smells robe.] I smell like my great aunt Tessie! [Once again looks at himself in the mirror.] Murder me, Harry.