Ron: I reckon you'd have to be barking mad to enter your own name in the Goblet of Fire.
Harry: Caught on, have you? Took you long enough.

Harry: You're being stupid.
Ron: Yeah, that's me. Ron Weasley, Harry Potter's stupid friend!

Harry: If you can't protect me now, then who can?
Dumbledore: I'm afraid there are no more easy answers, Harry

Harry: Dragons? That's the first task? You're joking!
Hagrid: Poor Ron nearly fainted when he saw them.
Harry: Ron was here?
Hagrid: Yeah. His brother Charlie had to bring them down from Romania. Didn't he tell you?
Harry: No he didn't. He didn't tell me anything.

I didn't put my name in that cup! I don't want eternal glory, I just wanna be... look, I don't know what happened tonight and I don't know why. It just did.

Harry

Coach Boone: Gary, if you want to play on this football team, you answer me when I ask you who's your Daddy. Who's your Daddy, Gary? Who's your Daddy?
Bertier: You.

Coach Boone: And who's team is this, Gary? Is this your team? Or is this your daddy's team?
Bertier: Yours.
Coach Boone: Now get on the bus. Put on your jacket first and then get on the bus.

Bertier: Hey, Julius I was thinking we could...
Ronnie "Sunshine" Bass: He's taking a shower.
Bertier: What do you want, man?
Ronnie "Sunshine" Bass: You know what I want.

Bertier: Listen, I'm Gary, you're Julius. Let's just get some particulars and get this over with.
Big Ju: Particulars? Man, no matter what I tell you, you ain't neva gonna know nothing about me.
Bertier: Listen, I ain't running any more of these three-a-days
Big Ju: Well, what I got to say you really don't wanna hear 'cuz honesty ain't too high upon your people priorities.

I didn't hear it... swear to God!

Ray Budds

Coach Boone: Petey, how many feet are in a mile? How many feet are in a mile?
Petey Jones: [mumbles incoherently]
Coach Boone: 5,280 feet! You pick this ball up and run every one of 'em! You're killing me, Petey! You're killing me!

We will be perfect in every aspect of the game. You drop a pass, you run a mile. You miss a blocking assignment, you run a mile. You fumble the football, and i will break my foot off in your John Brown hind parts and then you will run a mile. Perfection. Let's go to work.

Coach Boone

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