Guess what? I have flaws. What are they? Oh I donno, I sing in the shower? Sometimes I spend too much time volunteering. Occasionally I’ll hit somebody with my car. So sue me-- no, don’t sue me. That is opposite the point I’m trying to make.
There is a master key and a spare key for the office. Dwight has them both. When I asked, “what if you die, Dwight? How will we get into the office?” He said, “if I’m dead, you guys have been dead for weeks.”
George Weasley: Hello, Harry. We thought we heard your dulcet tones.
Fred Weasley: You don’t want to bottle up your anger like that, Harry, let it all out. There might be a couple of people fifty miles away who didn’t hear you.
Elder Brown: You mean lie? That’s crazy! Mormons don’t like! Elder Thomas: I lied once, and had a dream that I went to Hell! It was spooky. Elder Smith: You had the scary Hell dream too? Elder McKinley: Look guys, we’ve ALL had the Spooky Mormon Hell Dream! I have it nightly.
Opposite Harry, Tonks was entertaining Hermione and Ginny by transforming her nose between mouthfuls. Screwing up her eyes each time with the same pained expression she had worn back in Harry’s bedroom, her nose swelled to a beak-like protuberance that resembled Snape’s, shrank to the size of a button mushroom and then sprouted a great deal of hair from each nostril.
Apparently this was a regular mealtime entertainment, because Hermione and Ginny were soon requesting their favorite noses.
“Do that one like a pig snout, Tonks.”
Tonks obliged, and Harry, looking up, had the fleeting impression that a female Dudley was grinning at him from across the table.
Cartman: What if Ms. Crabtree doesn’t come back, and we’re stuck here forever! Kyle: No, that wouldn’t happen. We wouldn’t be here forever, because we’d die after a couple days."
“Wikipedia, is the best thing ever. Everyone in the world can write anything they want about any subject. So you know, you are getting the best possible information.”
“He thought she looked just like a large, pale toad. She was rather squat with a broad, flabby face, as little neck as Uncle Vernon and a very wide, slack mouth. Her eyes were large, round and slightly bulging. Even the little black velvet bow perched on top of her short curly hair put him in mind of a large fly she was about to catch on a long sticky tongue.”
Harry Potter’s first thoughts on Dolores Umbridge, The Hearing