Baron Raymond Stockbridge: Do you really have to go back to London?
Anthony Meredith: I am afraid so, Raymond. When you're ruined, there's so much to do.
Sir William McCordle: Yes, there is, isn't there? Moan, moan, moan.
Lavinia Meredith: I don't care what's changed or not changed as long as our sons are spared what you all went through.
Lady Sylvia McCordle: Not all. You never fought, did you, William?
Sir William McCordle: I did my bit.
Louisa Stockbridge: Of course you did.
Lady Sylvia McCordle: Well, you made a lot of money but it's not quite the same as charging into the cannon's mouth, is it?
Professor Albus Dumbledore: Do not pity the dead, Harry. Pity the living and above all, those who live without love.
Professor Albus Dumbledore: You wonderful boy. You brave, brave man.
Dumbledore: No spell can bring the dead back to life, I trust you know that. Dark and Difficult times lie ahead, Harry. Now is the time that we must choose between what is right, and what is easy.
[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.
Dumbledore: Never much liked these curtains. Set them on fire in my fourth year, accidentally of course.
Denton Baxter: I'm dying.
Boss Spearman: And for what? More cows? You killed a good man.
Denton Baxter: You're nuthin'.
Boss Spearman: Maybe so, but I'll still be breathin' in another minute.
Ichabod Crane: We have murders in New York without benefit of ghouls and goblins.
Baltus Van Tassel: You are a long way from New York, constable.
