Madame Maxime It's wrong, I tell you!
Igor Karkaroff You French tart! Everything is a conspiracy theory with you!
Igor Karkaroff Everything is a conspiracy theory!
Madame Maxime I protest!
Madame Maxime I protest!
Harry. [Grabs him] Did you put your name in the Goblet of Fire?
Did you ask one of the older students to do it for you?
Madame Maxime But of course he is lying!
The hell he is! The Goblet of Fire is an exceptionally powerful magical object. Only an exceptionally powerful Confundus Charm could have hoodwinked it. Magic way beyond the talents of a fourth-year!
Karkaroff You seem to have given this a fair bit of thought, Mad-Eye!
It was once my job to think as dark wizards do, Karkaroff. Perhaps you remember?
This doesn't help, Alastor! Leave this to you, Barty.
The rules are absolute. The Goblet of Fire constitutes a binding magical contract. Mr. Potter has no choice. He is, as of tonight... a Triwizard champion.
M 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 this tournament. [leaps from the tree] He disagrees. He thinks you won't last five! [laughs]
[irritated]
I don't give a damn what your father thinks, Malfoy! [angrily shoves him] He's vile, and cruel... and you're just pathetic. [Starts to walk away]
M Malfoy
Pathetic?! [angrily draws his wand]
"Moody": OH NO, YOU DON'T, SONNY! [transfigures Draco into a ferret] I'll teach you to curse someone when their back is turned! [Proceeds to flick the ferret up and down] You stinkin'...cowardly...scummy...back-shootin'--
[running towards "Moody"]
Professor Moody! Wha-what are you doing?!
"Moody": Teaching.
[shocked]
Is that a... Is that a student?!
"Moody": Technically, it's a ferret. [Proceeds to dump the ferret down Crabbe's trousers, to the delight of Cedric and some other students - Harry included!]
Crabbe No! [Whimpers as the ferret slips down his trousers]
Goyle Stand still! Stand still! [Attempts to remove the ferret from Crabbe's trousers, only to be bitten]
M Malfoy
["Moody" turns around and winks at Harry, who is laughing gleefully; The ferret crawls out of Crabbe's trousers, and McGonagall turns Draco back into human form] [getting up]
My father will hear about this!
"Moody": Is that a threat?
[Malfoy turns and runs]
Professor Moody--
"Moody": IS THAT A THREAT?!
Professor--
"Moody": I CAN TELL YOU STORIES ABOUT YOUR FATHER THAT WILL CURL EVEN YOUR GREASY HAIR, BOY!
Alastor!
"Moody": IT DOESN'T END HERE!
Alastor. We never use Transfiguration as a punishment! Surely, Dumbledore told you that?
"Moody": [sulkily] He might've mentioned it.
Well, you will do well to remember it. [She turns around before gesturing a group of students gathered nearby to leave] Away!
[as McGonagall walks away, "Moody" sticks his tongue out at her, behind her back] "Moody": [to Harry] You. Come with me.
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.
GF 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]
This can't go on, Albus. First the Dark Mark, now this?
What do you suggest, Minerva?
Put an end to it. Don't let Potter compete.
You heard Barty. The rules are clear.
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.
What? Do nothing? Offer him up as bait? Potter is a boy, not a piece of meat!
I agree... with Severus. Alastor, keep an eye on Harry, will you?
Don't let him know, though. He must be anxious enough as it is... knowing what lies ahead. Then again, we all are.
Professor Snape A rather rare herb, gillyweed. Not something found in your everyday garden. Nor is this. [He faces Harry and holds up a small bottle of a clear liquid] Know what it is?
Professor Snape Veritaserum. Three drops of this and You-Know-Who himself would spill his darkest secrets. The use of it in a student is, regrettably, forbidden. However, should you ever steal from my personal stores again my hand might just slip over your morning pumpkin juice.
I haven't stolen anything.
Professor Snape Don't lie to me. Gillyweed may be innocuous, but boomslang skin, lacewing flies? You and your little friends are brewing Polyjuice Potion, and believe me I'm going to find out why!
Rita Skeeter This is cozy.
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?
Rita Skeeter So tell me, Harry. Here you sit, a mere boy of 12--
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?
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?
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.
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?
Hey! My eyes aren't "glistening with the ghosts of my past."
[Discussing Krum at the World Cup]
There's no one like Krum!
FG Fred/George
Krum?! Dumb Krum?!
He's like a bird the way he rides the wind!
He's more than an athlete, he's an artist!
I think you're in love, Ron!
FG Fred/George
[Singing]
: Viktor I love you! Viktor I do-
O Others
[Begin to sing as well]
When we're apart, my heart beats only for you....
(Talking about Krum at the Yule Ball)
He’s using you.
How dare you! Besides, I can take care of myself.
Doubt it, he’s way too old.
What? Is that what you think?
Yeah, that’s what I think!
You know the solution then, don’t you?
Next time there’s a ball, pluck up the courage and ask me before somebody else does, and not as a last resort!
[backs away]
Well... that-that-that... that’s just completely off the point... Harry!
Where have you been? Never mind. Off to bed, both of you! [Harry looks at Ron]
They get scary when they get older.
Ron you spoiled everything!
I reckon you'd have to be barking mad to put your name in the Goblet of Fire.
Caught on, have you? Took you long enough.
Well, I'm the not only who thought you'd done it. Everyone was saying it behind your back.
[Harry glares around the room; the others sheepishly avoid his eyes] [sarcastic]
Brilliant. That makes me feel loads better.
Least I warned you about the dragons.
Hagrid warned me about the dragons.
No, no, no. I did. No, don't you remember? I told Hermione to tell you that Seamus told me that Parvati told Dean that Hagrid was looking for you, Seamus never actually told me anything, so it was really me all along. I thought we'd be all right, you know, after you'd figured that out.
... Who? Who could possibly figure that out? That's completely mental.
Yeah. Isn't it? I suppose I was a bit distraught.
