Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire quotes

View Quote I have no idea who put your name in that goblet Harry, but whoever did is not a friend to you.

View Quote That's me. Ron Weasley, Harry Potter's stupid friend.

View Quote Bloody Hell!

View Quote Piss off.

View Quote Murder me, Harry.

View Quote Hermione: Ronald would like me to tell you that Seamus told him that Dean was told by Parvati that Hagrid is looking for you.
Harry: Is that right? Well... you can tell him...wait...what?
Hermione: [Goes back to Ron, talks to him quietly for a few seconds, then walks back] Dean was told by Parvati that...that... Please don't ask me to say it again! Hagrid is looking for you.
Harry: Well you can tell Ron-
Hermione: I'M NOT AN OWL!

View Quote Barty Crouch Jr.: I'll be welcomed back like a hero!
Dumbledore: Perhaps! Personally I've never had much time for heroes.

View Quote Professor McGonagall: [About the Yule Ball] Inside every girl, a secret swan slumbers, longing to burst forth and take flight.
Ron Weasley: [To Seamus] Something's about to burst out of Eloise Midgen, but I don't think it's a swan.

View Quote [Moody has just finished his Imperius Curse demonstration on an enlarged spider by sending it flying around the classroom]
Moody: Scores of witches and wizards have claimed that they only did You-Know-Who's bidding... under the influence of the Imperius Curse. But here's the rub: How do we sort out the liars? Another, another. Longbottom, is it? Professor Sprout tells me you have an aptitude for Herbology.
Neville: [Nervously] There's the, um, the Cruciatus Curse.
Moody: Correct! Correct! Come. The Torture Curse. [Aims his wand at the spider] Crucio!
[The spider makes a terrifying squealing sound, seriously bothering Neville, who is watching it up close]
Hermione: Stop it! Can't you see it's bothering him? Stop it!
Moody: [Snaps back into reality; Walks over and places the spider on Hermione's desk] Perhaps you could give us the last Unforgivable curse, Miss Granger. [Hermione shakes her head] No? [Points his wand at the spider] Avada Kedavra! [The spider falls, dead. Harry is watching from a desk across.]

View Quote [Professor Moody's first lesson]
Moody: Alastor Moody. [Writes his name on the board] Ex-auror, Ministry malcontent... and your new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher. I'm here because Dumbledore asked me. End of story, good-bye, the end. Any questions? [No one raises their hand] When it comes to the Dark Arts, I believe in a practical approach. But first, who can tell me how many Unforgivable Curses there are?
Hermione: Three, sir.
Moody: [Writes "Unforgiveable" on a blackboard] And they are so named?
Hermione: Because they are unforgivable. The use of any one of them will...
Moody: Earn you a one-way ticket to Azkaban. Correct! The Ministry of Magic says you're too young to see what these curses do. I say different. You need to know what you're up against! You need to be prepared! [Seamus takes some gum out and puts it under his desk] You need to find another place to put your chewing gum besides the under-side of your desk, Mr. Finnegan!
Seamus Finnegan: [Whispering] No way. The old codger can see in the back of his head.
Moody: [Throws the piece of chalk at Seamus] AND HEAR ACROSS CLASSROOMS!! Now, which curse shall we see first? WEASLEY!!!
Ron: Yes!?
Moody:Stand! Give us a curse.
Ron: Well, my dad did tell me about one. The Imperius Curse.
Moody: Oh, yeah. Your father would know all about that. Gave the Ministry a bit of grief a few years ago. Perhaps this will show you why.

View Quote Draco Malfoy: Why so tense, Potter? My Father and I have a bet you see. I don't think you're gonna last ten minutes in the tournament... he disagrees. He thinks you won't last five! [laughs]
Harry: I don't give a damn, what your Father thinks, Malfoy. He's vile, and cruel...and you're just pathetic.

View Quote Ron: (Talking about Krum at the Yule Ball) He’s using you.
Hermione: How dare you! Besides, I can take care of myself.
Ron: Doubt it, he’s way too old.
Hermione: What? Is that what you think?
Ron: Yeah, that’s what I think!
Hermione: You know the solution then, don’t you?
Ron: Go on.
Hermione: Next time there’s a ball, pluck up the courage and ask me before somebody else does, and not as a last resort!
Ron: [backs away] Well... that-that-that... that’s just completely off the point... Harry!
Hermione: Where have you been? Never mind. Off to bed, both of you! [Harry looks at Ron]
Harry: What's wrong?
Ron: They get scary when they get older.
Hermione: Ron you spoiled everything!

View Quote Professor McGonagall: The house of Godric Gryffindor has been a beacon in the wizarding world for nearly ten centuries, and I will not have you besmirching it in one night by acting like a bumbling, babbling band of baboons.
George/Fred: [to each other] Try saying that five times fast. [together] Bumbling, babbling band of baboons! Bumbling, babbling band of baboons! Bumbling... [Both walk off screen]

View Quote Rita Skeeter: This is cozy.
Harry: It's a broom cupboard.
Rita Skeeter: You should feel right at home then. [Forces Harry to a lower part of the cupboard] Don't mind if I use a Quick-Quotes Quill, do you?
Harry: Oh. Uh, no.
Rita Skeeter: So tell me, Harry. Here you sit, a mere boy of 12--
Harry: I'm 14. Sorry.
Rita Skeeter: About to compete against three students, not only vastly more emotionally mature than yourself, but to have mastered spells you wouldn't attempt in your dizziest daydreams. Concerned?
Harry: I-I don't know. I haven't really thought about it.
Rita Skeeter: Just ignore the quill. Then, of course, you're no ordinary boy of 12, are you?
Harry: Fourteen.
Rita Skeeter: Your story's legend. Do you think it was the trauma of your past that made you so keen to enter such a dangerous tournament.
Harry: I didn't enter.
Rita Skeeter: Of course you didn't. Everyone loves a rebel, Harry. [To the quill] Scratch that last. Speaking of your parents, were they alive, How do you think they'd fee? Proud? Or concerned that your attitude shows, at best a pathological need for attention, at worst a psychotic death wish?
Harry: Hey! My eyes aren't "glistening with the ghosts of my past."

View Quote Professor McGonagall: This can't go on, Albus. First the Dark Mark, now this?
Dumbledore: What do you suggest, Minerva?
Professor McGonagall: Put an end to it. Don't let Potter compete.
Dumbledore: You heard Barty. The rules are clear.
Professor McGonagall: Well, the devil with Barty. And his rules. And since when did you accomodate the Ministry?
Professor Snape: Headmaster, I too find it difficult to believe this mere coincidince. However, if we are to truly discover the meaning of these events, perhaps we should, for the time being... let them unfold.
Professor McGonagall: What? Do nothing? Offer him up as bait? Potter is a boy, not a piece of meat!
Dumbledore: I agree... with Severus. Alastor, keep an eye on Harry, will you?
Moody: I can do that.
Dumbledore: Don't let him know, though. He must be anxious enough as it is... knowing what lies ahead. Then again, we all are.