Why can't anyone just be whelmed?

Now, you listen to me, James Hawkins. You got the makings of greatness in you, but you got to take the helm and chart your own course. Stick to it, no matter the squalls! And when the time comes you get the chance to really test the cut of your sails, and show what you're made of! Well, I hope I'm there, catching some of the light coming off you that day.

Look at you! Glowing like a solar fire. You're something special, Jim. You're gonna rattle the stars, you are!

You're off the edge of the map, mate. Here there be monsters.

Gents, take a walk.

Harry: “One more complaint and I will erase your a**!…… Sorry it’s… It’s just the pressure talking.”

The man-horse: “Your arch enemy, the guy who tried to slay you, the guy who slayed your mamma is your dada. Your dad is a Dracula!” Harry just goes ahead and vomits right there

“Crumbs and carrots!” cries Harry. “The stone is doomed. You better be up there guarding that stone personally Hard Castle, ‘cause if it’s gone, and Dumbledore gets hurt, I’m gonna hand you your a** when this is all said and done! ******** this!”

“What- what could’ve made you say that?! What do you think this is, a ******** free-for-all of facts! Why don’t you go and get on the school P.A, and tell everyone my dad is Valmart and I’m half Dracula! Wh-what ******** good are you? Why don’t you learn to keep a goddamn secret, you hairy piece of s**t!” Harry is ragged.

Dumbledore starts in, “Don’t you want some soup or cocoa Harry? Come away from the light of heaven’s easy life. We need such a valiant, beautiful warrior as yourself here, to hack the serpents of evil into two. Hell! Into twos, into threes and fours! Your life will be the very envy of heaven and it’s slobbery inhabitants!…… No Harry, you are meant to stride with us! The living! To coarse with us and our blood! You are meant to end when your share of that blood turns brown on the rocks of glory! You and I will drink tonight Harry! We will drink to life’s confines! To life’s pearly end which is the nothingness of death, not the perpetual pansyness of heaven!” Dumbledore is shaking with passion.

Snake: What are you kids doing here? Harry: We ******** go to school here. S: You will be schooled here. H: You are so ******** stupid.

The Wretched Harmony: Say Ron, you like tired. Have you ever been tested for diseases. Ronnie the Bear: [Ron replies] At least I’m not a hideous ********! H: [She says] You going home for Christmas? I’m going home, I’ve got money. R: [He says] No, we’re staying here. We’re gonna to find out who that ******** Nick Flanel is, and rule the ******** school. So run home and open your presents, I hope you get a new pillow into cry in. s**t.

Snake: “Nice work on the troll thing. [she says, eyes shifting] I wish you luck today in the Qribbitch match.” Harry: [Harry responds with] “I wish you luck on not hating your parents for mixing up such an unthinkable person!” Snake: [She hobbles off]

Dr. Gregory House: You can think I'm wrong, but that's no reason to quit thinking.

Dr. Wilson: At least I try. Dr. Gregory House: Well, as long as you're trying to be good, you can do whatever you want. Dr. Wilson: And as long as you're not trying, you can say whatever you want. Dr. Gregory House: So between us we can do anything. We can rule the world!

In walks Dumbledore. Near dead, and beautiful. He talks about Ron and Harmony, and the stone, and Nick Flanel, and Valmart, and fathers, and the way fathers can show up on the back of people’s heads even when you least expect it.

Harry just wants to move on, and he askes Dumbledore if he’s seen that man-horse around. Dumbledore says no, but Harry sees a glimmer in his eyes. Harry seems to guess that God would be happy to know Dumbledore would try to keep Harry from such a union, but for Harry, God is no thing to worry about.

Dr. Ian Malcolm: What is so great about discovery? It is a violent, penetrative act that scars what it explores. What you call discovery, I call the rape of the natural world.

J.M. Barrie: Young boys should never be sent to bed... they always wake up a day older.

Captain Hook: He'll crow. He'll fight. He'll fly. And then... he'll die.

Peter Pan: [to the lost boys] Let's get ready to show them the white light we're made of, boys. Captain Hook: [to the pirates] Remember the fires of hell that forged you. Charge.

Harry: Good of you to get us out of trouble like that. Ron: Mind you, we did save her life! Harry: Mind you, she might not have needed saving if you hadn't insulted her. Ron: What are friends for?

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