Most scenes together: Newt Scamander & Porpentina "Tina" Goldstein (14), Newt Scamander & Jacob Kowalski (10), Jacob Kowalski & Queenie Goldstein (5)
Graves always insisted the disturbances were caused by a beast. We need to catch all your creatures so he can't keep using them as a scapegoat.
There's only one still missing. Dougal, my Demiguise.
Slight problem is that, um, he's invisible.
Invisible?
Yes. Most of the time. He does, um...
How do you catch something...?
With immense difficulty.
Mercy Lewis, what is that?!
Nothing to worry about... [returns it to his case] That is a murtlap.
Mr. Scamander, do you know anything about the wizarding community in America?
I do know a few things, actually. I know you have rather backwards laws about relations with Non-Magic people. That you're not meant to befriend them. That you can't marry them, which seems mildly absurd to me...
Who's gonna marry him?
[Jacob, in spite of being ill, still manages to look insulted]
Tell me the truth. Was that everything that came out of the case?
That's everything. And that's the truth.
You wiped his memory, right? The No-Maj.
The what?
No magic. The non-wizard!
Oh...yes, sorry. We call them Muggles.
Uh, moth, I think. Big moth.
Hey, quiet down! I'm trying to get a statement!
I'm telling you, it's a gas explosion again, and I ain't taking the kids back up there until it's safe!
Sorry, ma'am, there ain't no smell of gas.
It weren't gas, officer. I seen it. It was a gigantic, huge hippop... [Newt passes behind him, waving his wand] ...gas.
[The whole crowd starts yelling "gas" in agreement.]
Yes, I'm sorry, but you just yelled at me the length of New York for not doing it in the first place.
He'll be fine. Murtlap bites aren't serious. [Jacob groans and doesn't look well] [getting concerned] Yeah, I admit that is a slightly more severe reaction than I've seen. But if it was really serious, he'd have...
What?
Well, the first symptom would be flames out of his anus...
Oh, this is balled up!
What is that thing?
You know, New York is considerably more interesting that I'd expected.
Dear Mr. Kowalski, you are wasted in a canning factory. Please take these Occamy eggshells as collateral for your bakery. A well-wisher.
They went that way, officer.
Useless...? Useless?! ...That is.. a..parasitical magical force that killed a child, what on earth would you use it for?
