James Phelps movie quotes

View Quote Ron: He looks a bit peaky, doesn't he?
George: Peaky?
Fred: What do you expect? He fell over 100 feet.
George: Yeah, Ron. Let's walk you off the top of the Astronomy tower.
Fred: And see what you look like.
Harry: Probably a right sight better than he normally does.
George: Gave us a right good scare, there, mate.
Hermione: Harry, are you all right?
Harry: Brilliant. What happened?
Ron: Well, you fell off your broom.
Harry: Oh, really? I meant the match. Who won?
Hermione: Um... no one blames you, Harry. The Dementors aren't supposed to come inside the grounds. Dumbeldore was furious. As soon as he saved you, he sent them straight off.
Ron: There's um... something else you should know about, too, Harry. When you fell, your broom, it sort of blew into the Whomping Willow and... [Holds up what's left of the destroyed handle of Harry's Nimbus 2000]... Well.

View Quote Harry: No. Is that really...?
Fred: Dumbledore...
George: In his study....
Fred: Pacing...
George: Does that a lot.
Harry:So this map shows...
Fred: [about the Marauder's Map] Everyone.
George: Where they are...
Fred: What they're doing...
George: Every minute...
Fred: Of every day!

View Quote Fred: You're not flashing that clipping about again, are you Ron?
Ron: I haven't shown anyone!
George: No, not a soul!
Fred; Not unless you count Tom...
George: The day maid...
Fred: The night maid...
George: That bloke who fixed the toilet...
Fred: And that wizard from Belgium!

View Quote Moody: For those of you who haven't taken Polyjuice Potion before, fair warning: It tastes like goblin piss.
Fred: Have lots of experience with that, do you, Mad-Eye? ...Just trying to diffuse the tension.

View Quote Fred: [walking into the Burrow and seeing the injured George laying on the couch] How you feeling, Georgie?
George: [quietly] Saint-like.
Fred: [confused pause] Come again?
George: Saint-like. I'm holy... [Points to spot where part of his ear is missing] I’m holy, Fred. Get it?
Fred: [laughs quietly] The whole wide world of ear-related humor, and you go for, "I'm holy"? You're pathetic.
George: Reckon I'm still better looking than you.

View Quote Moody: All right, Granger. As discussed.
Harry: [as Hermione plucks a piece of his hair off his head] Blimey, Hermione.
Moody: Straight in here if you please. [Hermione dips the hair into the flask] For those of you who haven't taken Polyjuice Potion before, fair warning: it tastes like goblin piss.
Fred: Have lots of experience with that, do you, Mad-Eye? [Moody glares at him] ...Just trying to diffuse the tension.
[Fred, George, Mundungus, Fleur, Hermione, and Ron take a sip of the Polyjuice Potion and transform into the six Potters]
Fred and George: Wow, we're identical!
Moody: Not yet, you're not.
[All seven, including the real Harry, put on the same clothes]
George: Haven't got anything a bit more sporting, have you?
Fred: Yeah, I don't really fancy this color.
Moody: Well, fancy this, you're not you. So shut it and strip.
Mundungus: All right, all right.
Moody: [to Harry] You'll need to change too, Potter.
Fleur: [while undressing] Bill, look away. I'm hideous.
Ron: I knew she was lying about that tattoo.
Hermione: [putting on Harry's glasses] Harry, your eyesight really is awful.
Moody: Right, then. We'll be pairing off. Each Potter will have a protector. Mundungus, stick tight to me. I wanna keep an eye on ya. As for Harry...
Everyone: Yes?
Moody: The real Harry. Where the devil are you, anyway?
Harry: [steps in] Here.
Moody: You'll ride with Hagrid.
Hagrid: [to Harry] I brought you here 16 years ago when you were no bigger than a Bowtruckle. Seems only right that I should be the one to take you away now.

View Quote [Harry, Hermione, and the Weasleys leave the Burrow and walk into the woods with Arthur leading them]
Harry: Ron, where are we actually going?
Ron: Don't know. Hey, Dad! Where are we going?
Arthur: Haven't the foggiest. Keep up!
[They meet up with Amos Diggory]
Amos: Arthur! It's about time, son.
Arthur: Sorry, Amos. Some of us had a bit of a sleepy start. [Ron yawns] This is Amos Diggory, everyone. Works with me at the Ministry. [Cedric, Amos' son, drops down from a tree] And this strapping young lad must be Cedric, am I right?
Cedric: [shakes hands with him] Yes, sir. This way.
Amos: [surprised when he meets Harry for the first time] Merlin's beard! You must be Harry Potter.
Harry: Yes, sir.
Amos: [as he and Harry shake hands; honored] Great, great pleasure.
Harry: Pleasure to meet you too, sir.
[The group walks toward a portkey in a grassy slope]
Amos: Yes, it's, uh, just over there.
Arthur: Shall we?
Amos: Oh, yeah.
Arthur: We don't wanna be late.
Amos: Come on. Nearly there now. Get yourself into a good position.
Harry: Why are they all standing around that manky old boot?
Fred: That isn't just any manky old boot, mate.
George: It's a Portkey.
Arthur: Time to go!
Harry: What's a Portkey?

View Quote Fred: Sounds like the Irish have got their pride on.
Arthur: [entering the tent after seeing what's happening outside] Stop! Stop it! It's not the Irish. We've got to get out of here. Now.
[The Weasleys, Harry, and Hermione get out of their tent and see all the people leaving their tents and scream in panic as they run for their lives when a group of villainous Death Eaters are attacking the campsite]
Man: GET OUT, IT'S THE DEATH EATERS!
Arthur: Get back to the Portkey, everybody, and stick together! Fred, George! Ginny is your responsibility. GO!
Hermione: Harry!

View Quote George: Well, lads, we've done it.
Fred: Cooked it up just this morning.
Hermione: [sing-song] It's not going to work.
Fred: Oh yeah? And why's that, Granger?
Hermione: [indicating a magical line drawn around the base of the goblet] You see this? This is an age line. Dumbledore drew it himself.
Fred: So?
Hermione: So, a genius like Dumbledore couldn't possibly be fooled by a dodge as pathetically dimwitted as an aging potion.
George: Ah, but that's why it's so brilliant.
Fred: Because it's so pathetically dimwitted.
[the twins shake up the bottles and prepare to drink the contents]
George: Ready, Fred?
Fred: Ready, George.
Fred and George: Bottoms up.
[They jump inside the age line, and cheer. They put their names in the flame and high-five. The flame fires up and they're flung across the room onto the floor. When they get up they have full heads of grey hair and beards]
George: You said…
Fred: You said…
[They roll around fighting on the floor and the crowd cheers. The room suddenly becomes silent as Viktor Krum walks in and puts his name in the flame. He looks at Hermione and she smiles]