- Dumbledore: No spell can reawaken the dead, Harry. I trust you know that. Dark and difficult times lie ahead. Soon we must all face the choice between what is right and what is easy.
- [Professor McGonagall demonstrates a waltz with Ron as her partner]
- Professor McGonagall: One-two-three, one-two-three...
- Harry: [aside] You're never gonna let him forget this, are you?
- Fred, George: [shaking their heads] Never.
- Ron: There's no one like Krum! He's like a bird the way he rides the wind! He's more than an athlete! He's an artist.
- Ginny: I think you're in love, Ron.
- Ron: Shut up!
- George: [grabs one of Ron's hands and begins singing] Victor, I love you!
- Fred: [grabs Ron's other hand] Victor, I do!
- George, Fred, Harry: When we're apart my heart beats only for you!
- Hermione: Victor's gone to get drinks. Would you care to join us?
- Ron: No, we would not care to join you and *Victor*.
- Hermione: What's got your wand in a knot?
- Ron: He's from Durmstrang! You're fraternizing with the enemy!
- Hermione: The enemy? Who was it wanting his autograph? Besides the whole point of the tournament is international magical cooperation. To make friends!
- Ron: I think he's got a bit more than friendship on his mind. He's using you.
- Hermione: How dare you! Besides, I can take care of myself!
- Ron: Doubt it. He's way too old.
- Hermione: What? That's what you think?
- Ron: Yeah, that's what I think.
- Hermione: You know the solution, then, don't you?
- Ron: Go on.
- Hermione: Next time there's a ball pluck up the courage to ask me before someone else does! And not as a last resort!
- Ron: Well... that... that's completely off the point...
- Professor McGonagall: The house of Godric Gryffindor has commanded the respect of the wizarding world for nearly ten centuries. I will not have you, in the course of a single evening, besmirching that name by behaving like a babbling, bumbling band of baboons!
- Fred: [whispering to George] Try saying that five times fast.
- George: [whispering] Babbling, bumbling band of baboons.
- Fred: [whispering] Babbling, bumbling band of baboons.
- Ron: Blimey, Dad! How far up are we?
- Lucius Malfoy: [from below] Well, put it this way. If it rains, you'll be the first to know.
- Malfoy: [boasting] Father and I are in the minister's box. By personal invitation of Cornelius Fudge himself.
- Lucius Malfoy: [poking Draco with his cane] Don't boast, Draco.
- [hits the railing above him with the top of his cane, talking to Harry]
- Lucius Malfoy: Do enjoy yourself, won't you? While you can.
- Dumbledore: SPOILER: Today we acknowledge a really terrible loss. Cedric Diggory was, as you all know, exceptionally hard working, infinitely fair-minded, and most importantly, a fierce, fierce friend. Therefore, I feel you have the right to know exactly how he died. You see, Cedric Diggory was murdered, by Lord Voldemort. The Ministry of Magic does not wish me to tell you this. But not to do so I feel would be an insult to his memory. Now the pain we all feel at this dreadful loss reminds me, and, reminds us, that though we may come from different countries and speak in different tongues, our hearts beat as one. In light of the recent events, the bonds of friendship made this year will be more important than ever. Remember that, and Cedric Diggory will not have died in vain. You remember that, and we'll celebrate a boy who was kind, and honest, and brave, and true. Right to the very end.
- Ginny: [helping a speechless and queasy looking Ron into the common room] It's ok, Ron. It's alright. It doesn't matter.
- Harry: What happened to you?
- Ginny: He just asked Fleur Delacour out.
- Hermione: What?
- Harry: What did she say?
- Hermione: No, of course.
- [Ron shakes his head in pained embarrassment]
- Hermione: She said yes?
- Ron: Don't be silly. There she was, just walking by... you know how I like it when they walk... I couldn't help it... it just sort of slipped out!
- Ginny: Actually, he sort of screamed at her. It was a bit frightening.
- Harry: What did you do then?
- Ron: What else? I ran for it!
- Arthur Weasley: Get out of the kitchen, Ron! Everybody's hungry!
- George, Fred: [together] Yeah, get out of the kitchen, Ron!
- Arthur Weasley: [to the twins] Feet off the table!
- George, Fred: [together] Feet off the table!
- [put feet back on the table]
- Harry: [admiring the interior of the tent] I love magic.
- Ron: [discussing inviting dates to the Yule Ball] This is mad! At this rate, we'll be the only ones in our year without dates! Well, us and Neville.
- Harry: [laughing] Yeah, but then again he could take himself.
- Hermione: It might interest you to know that Neville's already got someone.
- Ron: What? Now I'm really depressed. Oi, Hermione... you're a girl.
- Hermione: [haughtily] Very well spotted.
- Ron: Come with one of us! It's one thing for a bloke to show up alone, but for a girl it's just sad.
- Hermione: [angrily] I won't be going alone, because believe it or not, someone's asked me! And I said yes!
- [exits]
- Ron: Bloody hell. She's lying, right?
- Harry: If you say so.
- Ron: Do you think we'll ever just have a quiet year at Hogwarts?
- Hermione, Harry: No.
- Ron: Yeah, didn't think so. Oh well, what's life without a few dragons?
- Hermione: Everything's going to change now, isn't it?
- Harry: Yes.
- Hermione: Promise you'll write this summer, both of you.
- Ron: Oh, I won't. You know I won't.
- Hermione: Harry will, won't you?
- Harry: Yeah, every week.
- Ron: Oh look, Mum's sent me something.
- [pulls some frilly robes from the package]
- Ron: Mum sent me a dress!
- Harry: Well, it does match your eyes. Is there a bonnet?
- [pulls out more lace]
- Harry: Ah ha!
- Ron: Nose down, Harry. Ginny, this must be for you.
- Ginny: I'm not wearing that, it's ghastly.
- Hermione: [laughing] They're not for Ginny, they're for you. Dress robes.
- Ron: Dress robes? For what?
- Hermione: Look at this! I can't believe it, she's done it again!
- [reading from the Daily Prophet]
- Hermione: 'Miss Granger, a plain but ambitious girl, seems to be developing a taste for famous wizards. Her latest prey, sources report, is none other than the Bulgarian bon-bon Viktor Krum. No word yet on how Harry Potter's taking this latest emotional blow.'
- [after Harry almost dies in the First Task]
- Ron: I reckon you'd have to be barking mad to put your own name in the Goblet of Fire.
- Harry: [coldly] Caught on, have you? Took you long enough.
- Ron: I wasn't the only one who thought you'd done it. Everyone was saying it behind your back.
- Harry: [sarcastically] Brilliant. That makes me feel loads better.
- Ron: At least I warned you about the dragons.
- Harry: Hagrid warned me about the dragons.
- Ron: No, I did! Don't you remember? I told Hermione to tell you that Seamus told me that Parvati told Dean that Hagrid was looking for you! Seamus never actually told me anything, so it was really me all along. I thought we'd be alright, you know, after you figured that out.
- Harry: Who... who could possibly figure that out? It's completely mental.
- Ron: Yeah... it is, isn't it. I suppose I was a bit distraught.
- Harry: [smiles weakly]
- Hermione: [in disbelief] Boys!
- Peter Pettigrew: SPOILER: Bone of the father, unwillingly given.
- [adds an old bone to cauldron]
- Peter Pettigrew: Flesh of the servant, willingly sacrificed.
- [cuts off his hand which drops into the cauldron]
- Peter Pettigrew: Blood of the enemy, forcibly taken.
- [cuts Harry's arm and adds blood to the cauldron]
- Peter Pettigrew: The Dark Lord shall rise again!
- Hermione: It's not going to work.
- Fred: Oh yeah?
- George: Why's that, Granger?
- Hermione: You see this?
- [gestures to a glowing circle on the floor]
- Hermione: This is an age line. Dumbledore drew it himself.
- Fred: So?
- Hermione: So a genius like Dumbledore couldn't possibly be fooled by a dodge as pathetically dim witted as an ageing potion.
- Fred: Ah, but that's why it's so brilliant!
- George: Because it's so pathetically dim witted.
- James Potter: Harry! When the connection is broken you MUST get to the Portkey. We can linger for a moment to give you some time but only a moment. Do you understand?
- Cedric Diggory: Harry. Take my body back, will you? Take my body back to my father.
- Lily Potter: Let go. Sweetheart, you're ready. Let go... LET GO!
- Harry: [after being Portkeyed away from the maze during the Third Task Harry suddenly realizes where they are] Cedric, we have to get back to the cup. NOW.
- Cedric Diggory: What are you talking about?
- Harry: [Flames burst beneath a huge stone cauldron as the door to a nearby house opens, revealing someone carrying a blanket-wrapped bundle. Harry drops to his knees, clutching his scar in agony] AAAAAGH!
- Cedric Diggory: Harry, what is it?
- Harry: Get back to the cup!
- Cedric Diggory: [Cedric stands up, wand at the ready to defend both himself and Harry] Who are you? What do you want?
- Voldemort: Kill the spare!
- Peter Pettigrew: AVADA KEDAVRA!
- Harry: NO! CEDRIC!
- [Harry can only watch as Cedric is blasted off his feet and hits the ground behind him, dead]
- Hermione: Harry, you told me you'd figured that egg out weeks ago! The task is two days from now!
- Harry: [sarcastically] Really? I had no idea. I suppose Viktor's already figured it out.
- Hermione: Wouldn't know. We don't actually talk about the tournament. Actually, we don't really talk at all. Viktor's more of a physical being.
- [Harry laughs and Hermione blushes]
- Hermione: I just mean he's not particularly loquacious. Mostly, he watches me study. It's a bit annoying, actually. You are trying to figure this egg out, aren't you?
- Harry: What's that supposed to mean?
- Hermione: It just means these tasks are designed to test you. In the most brutal way, they're almost cruel. And... I'm scared for you. You got by the dragons mostly on nerve. I'm not sure it's going to be enough this time.
- Hermione: Ronald would like me to tell you that Seamus told him that Dean was told by Parvarti that Hagrid's looking for you.
- Harry: Is that right? Well... what?
- Hermione: Uh... Dean was told by Parvarti... please don't ask me to say it again. Hagrid's looking for you.
- Harry: Well you can tell Ronald...
- Hermione: I'm not an owl!
- Rita Skeeter: This is cozy.
- Harry: It's a broom cupboard.
- Rita Skeeter: Well you should feel right at home, then.
- [from extended version]
- Dumbledore: Hogwarts, let's entertain our friends in the best way we can, all stand!
- [the entire student body stands up as one]
- Dumbledore: Maestro, if you will!
- [Professor Flitwick and Dumbledore both begin conducting the students as they sing the school song]
- Hogwarts student body: 'Hogwarts, Hogwarts, Hoggy warty Hogwarts, teach us something please. Whether we be old and bald or young with scabby knees. Our heads could do with filling with some interesting stuff, for now they're bare and full or air, dead flies and bits of fluff!'
- [as they are singing, the Durmstrang and Beauxbatons students merely stare, as if they can't believe what they are seeing/hearing]
- Professor Moody: Alastor Moody. Ex-Auror, Ministry malcontent, and your new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher. I am here because Dumbledore asked me. End of story, goodbye, the end! Any questions? When it comes to the Dark Arts I believe in a practical approach. But first, which of you can tell me how many Unforgivable Curses there are?
- Hermione: Three, sir.
- Professor Moody: And they are so named?
- Hermione: Because they are unforgivable. The use of any one of them will...
- Professor Moody: Earn you a one-way ticket to Azkaban. Correct. The Ministry says you are too young to see what these curses do. I say different! You need to know what you're up against. You need to be prepared...
- [as he turns to the blackboard again, Seamus ducks under his desk]
- Professor Moody: You need to find another place to put your chewing gum besides the underside of your desk, Mr. Finnegan!
- Seamus: [whispering] No way, the old codger can see out of the back of his head!
- Professor Moody: [throws a piece of chalk at him] And hear across classrooms!
- Malfoy: Why so tense, Potter? My father and I have a bet, you see. I don't think you're going to last ten minutes in this tournament. He disagrees. He thinks you won't last five!
- [laughs]
- Harry: [enraged] I don't give a damn what your father thinks, Malfoy! He's vile and cruel, and you're just pathetic!
- Malfoy: Pathetic?
- [draws his wand]
- Professor Moody: OH NO, YOU DON'T, SONNY!
- [transifgures Malfoy into a ferret]
- Professor Moody: I'll teach you to curse someone when their back is turned!
- [proceeds to flick the ferret up and down]
- Professor Moody: You stinking, cowardly, scummy...
- Professor McGonagall: [running up to Professor Moody] Professor Moody!
- Professor Moody: Back-shooting...
- Professor McGonagall: Wha- What are you doing?
- Professor Moody: Teaching.
- Professor McGonagall: Is that a- Is that a student?
- Professor Moody: Technically, it's a ferret.
- [dumps the ferret down Crabbe's trousers]
- Gregory Goyle: Stand still! Stand still!
- [Attempts to remove the ferret from Crabbe's trousers, only to be bitten. Moody turns and winks at a Harry, who is laughing gleefully. The ferret crawls out of Crabbe's trousers, and McGonagall turns Malfoy back into his normal human self]
- Malfoy: [standing up] My father will hear about this!
- Professor Moody: Is that a threat?
- [Malfoy turns and runs]
- Professor McGonagall: Professor Moody...
- Professor Moody: IS THAT A THREAT?
- Professor McGonagall: Professor...
- Professor Moody: I CAN TELL YOU STORIES ABOUT YOUR FATHER THAT'LL CURL EVEN YOUR GREASY HAIR, BOY!
- Professor McGonagall: Alastor!
- Professor Moody: IT DOESN'T END HERE!
- Professor McGonagall: Alastor! We NEVER use transfiguration as a punishment! surely, Dumbledore told you that?
- Professor Moody: He might've mentioned it.
- Professor McGonagall: Well, you will do well to remember it.
- [turns around]
- Professor McGonagall: [to a group of students standing nearby] Away!
- [as she walks away, Moody sticks his tongue out at her]
- Professor Moody: [turns to Harry] You. Come with me.
- [from extended version]
- Ron: What do you suppose is on Karkaroff's arm?
- Harry: I dunno.
- Hermione: Boomslang skin and Lacewing flies... you're sure those are the two ingredients Snape mentioned?
- Harry: Positive, why?
- Hermione: Well, he thinks we're brewing Polyjuice Potion doesn't he?
- Harry: I don't care what Snape thinks, I've got bigger problems than detention. Something's coming closer.
- [touches his stinging scar]
- Harry: I can feel it.
- Professor Snape: Potter, what's your hurry? Congratulations. Your performance in the Black Lake was inspiring. Gilllyweed, am I correct?
- Harry: Yes sir.
- Professor Snape: Ingenious. A rather rare herb, Gillyweed. Not something found in your everyday garden. Nor is this.
- [holds up a bottle]
- Professor Snape: Know what it is?
- Harry: [sarcastically] Bubble juice, sir?
- Professor Snape: Veritaserum. Three drops of this and You-Know-Who himself would spill his darkest secrets. The use of it on a student is, regrettably, forbidden. However, should you ever steal from my personal stores again, my hand might just slip over your morning pumpkin juice.
- Harry: I haven't stolen anything.
- Professor Snape: Don't lie to me! Gillyweed may be innocuous, but Boomslang skin? Lacewing flies? You and your little friends are brewing Polyjuice Potion, and believe me; I'm going to find out why!
- [shuts the door in Harry's face]
- Harry: 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.
- Professor Moody: What was it like? What was he like?
- Harry: Who?
- Professor Moody: The Dark Lord. What was it like to stand in his presence?
- Harry: ...I dunno... It was like I'd fallen into one of my dreams. Into one of my nightmares.
- Professor Moody: Were there others? In the graveyard, were there others?
- Harry: ...I don't think I said anything about a graveyard, Professor.
- Professor Moody: [mocking Hagrid] 'Marvelous creatures, Dragons, aren't they'. Do you think that miserable oaf would've sent you into the woods if I hadn't suggested it? Do you think Cedric Diggory would've told you to open the egg underwater if I hadn't told him first myself? Do you think Neville Longbottom, the witless wonder, could've provided you with Gillyweed if I hadn't given him the book that led him straight to it? HUH?
- [points at his head as if to say, "Use your brain"]
- Harry: It was you from the beginning! You put my name into the Goblet of Fire! You bewitched Krum!
- Professor Moody: [mocking Harry] But... But... But... But...
- [normal voice]
- Professor Moody: You won because I made it so, Potter! You ended up in that graveyard because it was meant to be so! And now the deed is done! The blood that runs in your veins runs within the Dark Lord! Imagine how he will reward me when he learns that I have once and for all silenced the great Harry Potter!
- Rita Skeeter: So tell me, Harry. Here you sit, a mere boy of 12...
- Harry: - I'm 14...
- Rita Skeeter: - about to compete against three students who are not only vastly more emotionally mature than yourself, but who've mastered spells that you wouldn't attempt in your dizziest daydreams. Concerned?
- Harry: I dunno, I haven't really thought about it...
- Rita Skeeter: Because you're no ordinary boy of 12 are you?
- Harry: 14.
- Rita Skeeter: Your story's legend. Do you think it was the trauma of your past that made you so keen to enter such a dangerous tournament?
- Harry: No, I didn't enter.
- Rita Skeeter: Of course you didn't.
- [winks]
- Rita Skeeter: Everyone loves a rebel, Harry. Speaking of your parents, were they alive, how do you think they'd feel? Proud? Or concerned that your attitude shows, at best, a pathological need for attention? The worst psychotic death wish.
- [Harry glances at Rita's notes]
- Harry: Hey, my eyes aren't glistening with the ghosts of my past!
- Ron: What are those?
- Harry: My dress robes...
- Ron: Well, those're all right! No lace, no dodgy little collar...
- Harry: Well, I expect yours are more traditional...
- Ron: Traditional? They're ancient! I look like my great aunt Tessie!
- [takes a sniff in the underarm area]
- Ron: I smell like my great Aunt Tessie!
- Cedric Diggory: I realize I never really thanked you properly for tipping me off about those dragons.
- Harry: Forget about it. I'm sure you would've done the same for me.
- Cedric Diggory: Exactly. You know the Prefects' bathroom on the fifth floor? It's not a bad place for a bath. Just take your egg and... mull things over in the hot water.
- Cedric Diggory: For a moment there, I thought you were going to let it get me.
- Harry: For a moment there, so did I!
- Hermione: Harry? Is that you?
- Harry: Yeah.
- Hermione: How are you feeling? Ok? The key is to concentrate. After that, you just have to...
- Harry: Battle a dragon.
- Hermione: [gasps and starts hugging Harry. Then a camera flash breaks them apart]
- Rita Skeeter: Young love! How... stirring. If everything goes unfortunately today, you two may even make the front page!
- Viktor Krum: You have no business here! This tent is for champions, and friends.
- Rita Skeeter: No matter. We got what we wanted.
- Voldemort: [looking at Cedric's body] Awww, tsk, tsk, tsk...
- [nudges Cedric's face with his foot]
- Voldemort: Such a handsome boy.
- Harry: Don't touch him!
- [Voldemort looks up at Harry]
- Voldemort: [sarcastically] Harry! I'd almost forgotten you were here.
- [normal voice]
- Voldemort: Standing on the bones of my father. I'd introduce you, but rumor has it you're almost as famous as me these days.
- Cornelius Fudge: [SPOILER] For God's sake Dumbledore, what's happened?
- Harry: [crying over Cedric's body] He's back! He's back! Voldemort's back! Cedric, he asked me to bring his body back. I couldn't leave him... not there!
- Dumbledore: It's all right, Harry... it's all right. He's home, you both are.
- Cornelius Fudge: [Rushing over to Professors Snape and McGonagall] Keep everybody in their seats, a boy has just been killed! The body must be moved, Dumbledore, there are too many people!
- Amos Diggory: [Pushing his way frantically through the crowd] Let me through. LET ME THROUGH! Let me through, THAT'S MY SON! That's my boy!
- [He pushes Harry's hands away and leans over Cedric's body, sobbing hysterically]
- Amos Diggory: IT'S MY BOY!
- Harry: 'Come seek us where our voices sound'.
- Hermione: The Black Lake, that's obvious.
- Harry: 'An hour long you'll have to look'.
- Hermione: Again, obvious. Though admittedly potentially problematic...
- Harry: Potentially problematic? When was the last time you held your breath underwater for an hour, Hermione?
- [from extended version]
- Ron: [the Trio sits around the fireplace in the Gryffindor Common Room, dicussing the murder of Barty Crouch, Sr. that has just taken place] They'll cover this up, you watch. Fudge'll sell his soul before this gets out in the Daily Prophet.
- Harry: But why?
- Ron: Look, nobody liked Crouch. I know this from my father. Loads of people wanted him dead. But, he was a Ministry Official. It's not even like he turned up stiff in Knockturn Alley. He was murdered at Hogwarts. This is a big deal.
- Hermione: It can't be coincidence... Harry's dreams, his scar hurting, the Dark Mark, his name coming out of the Goblet of Fire. Surviving the Tournament isn't the answer anymore Harry. It's bigger than this. And I really think you should go to Dumbledore.
- Ron: Yeah.