In one of my earlier entries I had declared my dissappointment with the movie adaptations. Today I saw O.O.T.P. again. I remembered how I thought it had finally got better.
I just hope they make the next movie better.
here are some quotes from the first one;
Dumbledore: It does not do to dwell on dreams, Harry, and forget to live.
Ron: It's spooky! She knows more about you than you do!
Harry: Who doesn't?
[in the Devil's Snare]
Hermione: Stop moving, both of you. This is devil's snare! You have to relax. If you don't, it'll only kill you faster!
Ron: Kill us faster? Oh, now I can relax!
Molly Weasley: [looks at Fred, hoping to get him onto platform 9 3/4] Come along, Fred. You first.
George Weasley: He's not Fred, I am!
Fred Weasley: Honestly, woman. And you call yourself our mother...
Molly Weasley: [to Fred] Oh, I'm sorry, George.
[Fred approaches the barrier with his trolley]
Fred Weasley: I'm only joking, I AM Fred!
[he runs through the barrier to the platform]
Dumbledore: It takes a great deal of courage to stand up to your enemies, but a great deal more to stand up to your friends.
Uncle Vernon: He will not be going!
Hagrid: Oh, and I suppose a great muggle like yourself is gonna stop him, are ya?
Fred Weasley: Well done, Harry. Wood just told us.
Ron: Fred and George are on the team, too. Beaters.
George Weasley: Our job is to make sure you don't get bloodied up too bad. Can't make any promises, though. Rough game, Quidditch.
Fred Weasley: Brutal, but no one died in years. Someone will vanish occasionally, but they always turn up in a month or two!
Professor Severus Snape: What would three young Gryffindors such as yourselves be doing inside... on a day like this?
Hermione: Uh... well... we... we were just...
Professor Severus Snape: You ought to be more careful. People will think you're...
[sees Harry staring at him]
Professor Severus Snape: Up... to something.
Sorting Hat: Hmm, difficult. VERY difficult. Plenty of courage, I see. Not a bad mind, either. There's talent, oh yes. And a thirst to prove yourself. But where to put you?
Harry: Not Slytherin. Not Slytherin.
Sorting Hat: Not Slytherin, eh? Are you sure? You could be great, you know. It's all here in your head. And Slytherin can help you on your way to greatness, there's no doubt about that. No?
Harry: Anything but Slytherin, anything but Slytherin.
Sorting Hat: Well if you're sure, better be... GRYFFINDOR!
Sorting Hat: Ah! Another Weasley. I know just what to do with you... GRYFFINDOR!
Hermione: It seems strange to be going home, doesn't it?
Harry: [looking at Hagrid] I'm not going home... not really.
From the second one;
Ron: Why spiders? Why couldn't it be "follow the butterflies"?
Lucius Malfoy: Mr. Potter! Lucius Malfoy. We meet at last. Forgive me, your scar is ledgend. As, of course, is the wizard who gave it to you.
Harry: Voldemort killed my parents. He was nothing more than a murderer.
Lucius Malfoy: You must be very brave to mention his name. Or very foolish...
Hermione: Fear of a name only increases fear of the thing itself.
Lucius Malfoy: And you must be Miss. Granger. Yes, Draco's told me all about you. And your parents. Muggles, aren't they? Let me see. Red hair... vacant expressions... tatty second hand books... you must be the Weasleys.
Arthur Weasley: Children, it's mad in here. Let's wait outside.
Lucius Malfoy: Well, well, well. Weasley senior.
Arthur Weasley: Lucius.
Lucius Malfoy: Busy time at the Ministry, Arthur, all those extra raids. I do hope they're paying you overtime. Although judging by the state of this, I'd say not. What's the use of being a disgrace to the name of wizard if they don't even pay you well for it?
Arthur Weasley: We have a very different idea of what disgraces the name of wizard, Malfoy.
Lucius Malfoy: Clearly. Associating with muggles. And I thought your family could sink no lower.
Dumbledore: It is not our abilities that show what we truly are. It is our choices.
Mrs. Weasley: *Your* sons flew that enchanted car of yours to Surrey and back last night.
Arthur Weasley: [to the boys] Did you really? How did it go?
[after Mrs. Weasley hits him]
Arthur Weasley: I mean, that was very wrong indeed, boys. Very wrong of you.
Dumbledore: You will find that help will always be given at Hogwarts to those who ask for it.
Dumbledore: You both realize, of course, that in the past few hours you have broken perhaps a dozen school rules.
Harry, Ron: Yes, sir.
Dumbledore: And that there is sufficient evidence to have you both expelled.
Harry, Ron: Yes, sir.
Dumbledore: Therefore, it is only fitting that you both receive...
Dumbledore: Special awards for services to the school
Harry: Well... thank you. We'll just go...
Aragog: Go? I think not. My sons and daughters do not harm Hagrid on my command, but I cannot deny them fresh meat when it wanders so willingly into our midst. Goodbye, friend of Hagrid.
Ron: Can we panic now?
Harry: You'd better clear out before my bones grow back, or else I might strangle you.
Dobby: [jumps off the bed] Dobby is used to death threats, he gets them five times a day at home.
Harry: It's a snake skin.
Ron: Bloody hell. Whoever shed this must be 60 feet long, or more.
[Gilderoy Lockhart passes out]
Ron: [to Harry] Heart of a lion, this one.
Hermione: Look, Hagrid's our friend, why don't we just go and ask him about it?
Ron: Oh, that'd be a cheerful visit. "Hello Hagrid! Tell us, have you been setting anything mad and hairy loose in the castle lately?"
[Hagrid has walked up behind them]
Hagrid: Mad and hairy? You wouldn't be talkin' about me, now would ya?
Hermione, Ron, Harry: No.
Lucius Malfoy: Let us hope that Mr. Potter will always be around to save the day.
Harry: Don't worry. I will be.
Draco Malfoy: Scared, Potter?
Harry: You wish.
Gilderoy Lockhart: Let's have a pair get up and practice. Potter, Weasley, how about you?
Professor Snape: Weasley's wand causes devastation with the simplest spells. We'll be sending what's left of Potter to the hospital wing in a matchbox.
Ron: If it kills by looking people in the eye, how is it no one's died yet?
Harry: Because no one did look it in the eye. Not directly, at least. Colin saw it through his camera. Justin must've seen it through Nearly Headless Nick. Nick got the full blast of it, but he's a ghost; he couldn't die again. Hermione... had the mirror! I bet you anything she was using it to look around corners in case it came along.
Ron: And Mrs. Norris? I'm pretty sure she didn't have a camera or a mirror, Harry.
Harry: The water. There was water on the floor that night. She only saw the Basilisk's reflection.
the third one;
Professor Snape: [taps the blank Marauder's Map with his wand] Reveal your secrets.
[writing appears on the map]
Professor Snape: Read it.
Harry: "Messrs. Mooney, Wormtail, Padfoot, and Prongs, offer their compliments to Professor Snape and...”
Professor Snape: Go on.
Harry: "... and request that he keep his abnormally large nose out of other people's business."
Ron: [sitting bolt upright in bed] Spiders... the spiders... they want me to tap-dance. And I don't want to tap-dance!
Harry: You tell those spiders, Ron.
Ron: Yeah, tell them... I'll tell them...
[falls straight back asleep]
Harry: [voice-over] I solemnly swear that I am up to no good.
[writing appears, and the credits roll to end]
Harry: Mischief managed.
[the writing on the parchment fades away]
[fade to black]
Ron: I didn't mean to open it.
Ron: It was badly wrapped.
Ron: [points at Fred and George] They made me do it!
George Weasley, Fred Weasley: Did not!
Dumbledore: Mysterious thing, time. Powerful, and when meddled with, dangerous. Sirius Black is in the topmost cell of the dark tower. You know the laws, Miss Granger. You must not be seen, and you would do well, I feel, to return before this last chime. If not, the consequences are too ghastly to discuss. If you succeed tonight, more than one innocent life may be spared. Three turns, should do it, I think.
[He starts to exit, turns back]
Dumbledore: Oh, by the way. When in doubt, I find retracing my steps to be a wise place to begin. Good luck.
Ron: What the bloody hell was that all about?
Professor Snape: Expelliarmus! Ah, vengeance is sweet. How I hoped I'd be the one to catch you.
Professor Snape: I told Dumbledore you were helping an old friend enter the castle and now here's the proof.
Sirius Black: Brilliant, Snape - once again you've put your keen and penetrating mind to the task and as usual come to the wrong conclusion. Now if you'll excuse us, Remus and I have some unfinished business to attend to.
Professor Snape: [raises his wand at Black] Give me a reason. I beg you.
Professor Lupin: Severus, don't be a fool...
Sirius Black: He can't help it. It's habit by now.
Professor Lupin: Sirius, be quiet!
Sirius Black: Be quiet yourself, Remus!
Professor Snape: Listen to you two, quarrelling like an old married couple.
Sirius Black: Why don't you run along and play with your chemistry set?
Professor Snape: [puts his wand to Black's throat] I could do it, you know... But why deny the Dementors? They're so longing to see you.
Professor Snape: Do I detect a flicker of fear? Ah, yes. The Dementor's Kiss. One can only imagine what that must be like to endure. It's said to be nearly unbearable to witness, but I'll do my best.
Harry: But you're innocent!
Sirius Black: And you know it. And for now, that'll do.
Sirius Black: It's cruel that I got to spend so much time with James and Lily, and you so little. But know this; the ones that love us never really leave us. And you can always find them in here.
[puts his hand to Harry's heart]
Ron: [looking at Lupin who has just turned into a werewolf] Nice doggie... nice doggie...
Dumbledore: A word of caution: dementors are vicious creatures. They will not distinguish between the one they hunt and the one who gets in their way. Therefore I must warn each and every one of you to give them no reason to harm you. It's not in the nature of a dementor to be forgiving. But you know happiness can be found even in the darkest of times, when one only remembers to turn on the light.
Professor Lupin: The very first time I saw you Harry, I recognized you immediately. Not by your scar, by your eyes. They're your mother; Lily's. Yes, I knew her. You mother was there for me at a time when no one else was. Not only was she a singularly gifted witch, she was also an uncommonly kind woman. She had a way of seeing the beauty in others, even, and perhaps most especially, when that person couldn't see it in themselves. Your father, James, however, had a certain, shall we say, talent for trouble. A talent, rumor has it, he passed onto you. You're more like them then you know, Harry. In time you'll come to see just how much.
Harry: Professor, why do the dementors affect me so? More than anyone else, I mean?
Professor Lupin: Listen, dementors are among the foulest creatures to walk this earth. They feed on every good feeling, every happy memory until a person is left with nothing but his worst experiences. The dementors affect you more than others because there are true horrors in your past, horrors your classmates can scarcely imagine. You are not weak, Harry. You have nothing to be ashamed of.
Harry: I'm scared, Professor.
Professor Lupin: Well, I'd consider you a fool if you weren't.
Professor Lupin: Come in. Now, I haven't the faintest idea Harry how this map came to be in your possession, quite frankly I am astounded that you didn't hand it in. Did it never occur to you that this in the hands of Sirius Black is a map to you?
Harry: No, sir.
Professor Lupin: No. You know, your father never set much store by the rules either. But he and your mother gave their lives to save yours. And gambling their sacrifice by wandering around the castle, unprotected, with a killer on the loose seems to me to be a pretty poor way to repay them. Now, I will not cover for you again, Harry, do you hear me? I want you to return to your dormitory and stay there. And don't take any detours. If you do, I shall know.
[taps the map]
Professor Lupin: I shall know.
Ron: Who do you think that is?
Hermione: Professor R. J. Lupin.
Ron: Do you know everything?
Ron: How is it she knows everything?
Hermione: [annoyed] It's on his suitcase, Ronald.
Professor Lupin: Our pain becomes their power.
Professor Lupin: What frightens you most in the world?
Neville Longbottom: [mumbling] Pfsr Snpe.
Professor Lupin: I'm sorry?
Neville Longbottom: Professor Snape.
Professor Lupin: Professor Sna- yes, he frightens all.
Professor Snape: Potter, what are you doing wandering the corridors at night?
Harry: Nothing... I was sleepwalking.
Professor Snape: How extraordinarily like your father you are Potter, he too was exceedingly arrogant, strutting about the castle.
Harry: My Dad didn't strut, and nor do I. Now, if you don't mind, I'd appreciate it if you could lower your wand.
Harry: He's free. We did it.
Dumbledore: Did what? Good night.
[Hermione looks at Ron's broken leg, and they flirt by mimicking Malfoy and Pansy Parkinson]
Hermione: Ow! That looks really painful.
Ron: It's sorta painful. They uh, they might... chop it.
Hermione: I'm sure Madame Pomfrey will fix it in a heartbeat.
Ron: It's too late, it's ruined. It'll have to be chopped off.
Professor Lupin: [commenting on Sirius' ragged looks] Finally, the flesh reflects the madness within.
Sirius Black: Well, you'd know all about the madness within, wouldn't you Remus?
Fat Lady in Painting: [sings while holding a glass] Ah ah ah AH!
Harry: Fortuna Major.
Fat Lady in Painting: No, wait, wait!
[sings again, higher]
Fat Lady in Painting: Ah ah ah AH!
Harry: Fortuna Major.
Fat Lady in Painting: Wait!
[sings again, highest]
Fat Lady in Painting: Ah ah ah AAAAAAAAAAAH!
[holds the note, looks around to make sure nobody's watching, then smashes the glass on the edge of the painting]
Fat Lady in Painting: Oh, amazing! And just with my voice!
Harry: Fortuna Major.
Fat Lady in Painting: Yes, all right, all right, you can go in.
Harry: Thank you!
Fat Lady in Painting: Plebs.
Hogwarts Choir: [singing] In the cauldron boil and bake / Fillet of a fenny snake / Scale of dragon, Tooth of wolf / Witches, mummy, maw and gulf / Double, double, toil and trouble / Fire burn and cauldron bubble! / Double, double, toil and trouble / Fire burn and cauldron bubble! / Double, double, toil and trouble / Fire burn and cauldron bubble! / Something wicked this way comes!
Dumbledore: Professor Kettleburn, our Care of Magical Creatures teacher for many years, has decided to retire in order to spend more time with his remaining limbs.
Hagrid: First thing you wanna know about hippogriffs, is that they're very proud creatures, very easily offended. You do not want to insult a hippogriff. It may just be the last thing you ever do. Now, who'd like to come and say hello?
[everyone but Harry takes one step back]
Hagrid: Well done, Harry, well done!
[while hurtling through London in the Knight Bus]
Harry: But the Muggles! Can't they see us?
Stan Shunpike: Muggles? They don't see nothing, do they?
Shrunken Head: No, but if you jab them with a fork, they feel it!
Harry: Professor, can I ask you something?
Professor Lupin: You want to know why I stopped you facing that boggart, yes? I would have thought that would be obvious - I assumed it would take the shape of Lord Voldemort.
Harry: I did think of Voldemort - at first. But then I remembered that night on the train... and the dementor...
Professor Lupin: I'm very impressed. That suggests that what you fear most of all... is fear itself. This is very wise.
Ron: [Hermione is walking towards the werewolf Lupin] Hermione... bad idea... bad idea...
Professor Minerva McGonagall: That is preposterous, Weasley. How on earth could Sirius Black enter Gryffindor Tower without anyone noticing him?
Ron: I don't know! I was a little preoccupied dodging his knife!
[points to Sir Cadogan]
Ron: Ask him!
Professor Minerva McGonagall: [sceptically] Sir Cadogan, Sir Cadogan did you just let a man enter Gryffindor Tower?
Sir Cadogan: Certainly, good lady!
Professor Minerva McGonagall: You did? But... the passwords...
Sir Cadogan: He had them! Had the whole week's, written down on a little piece of paper!
Professor Minerva McGonagall: Which abysmally foolish person wrote down this week's passwords, and then left them lying around?
[behind her, Neville hangs his head. Without needing to be told, she turns directly to him]
Professor Minerva McGonagall: Is it always going to be you, Longbottom?
Neville Longbottom: I'm afraid so, Ma'am.
Sirius Black: You know the man you truly are, Remus! This heart is where you truly live! This heart! Here! This flesh is only flesh!