We must search the grounds! Search the *skies* if you must, ...
Cornelius Fudge: [just after Buckbeak's escape] We must search the grounds!
Dumbledore: Search the *skies* if you must, Minister, but now I think I'll have a nice cup of tea, or a large brandy. Oh, and executioner, your services are no longer required. Thank you.
Hagrid: You'll find no small glasses in *this* house.