Harry: Ron, where are we actually going? Ron: Don't know... [to Arthur] Ron: Hey, Dad! Where are we going? Arthur Weasley: Haven't the foggiest! Keep up!
Dumbledore: Eternal glory! That's what awaits the student who wins The Triwizard Tournament, but to this that student must survive three tasks. Three EXTREMELY DANGEROUS tasks. Fred, George: Wicked!
Professor McGonagall: Inside every girl is a swan, waiting to burst out in flight. Ron: [whispering] Something is about to burst out of Eloise Midgen, but I don't think it's a swan.
Dumbledore: Do you know who I am? Do you? Professor Moody: Albus Dumbledore. Dumbledore: Are you Alastor Moody? Professor Moody: ...no.
Dumbledore: People change in the maze. Oh, find the cup if you can. But be very wary; you could just lose yourselves along the way.
Sid: [after Diego snuffs out the fire on his tail] Thank you. From now on, I'm gonna call you "Diego..." Diego: Lord of Touch Me and You're Dead.
[Indiana Jones and Professor Jones Sr. are trapped between a room on fire and a room full of Nazis] Professor Henry Jones: Our situation has not improved.
Iron Man: [under fire from Obadiah] Time to hit the button! Virginia 'Pepper' Potts: You told me not to... Iron Man: JUST DO IT! Virginia 'Pepper' Potts: YOU'LL DIE! Iron Man: PUSH IT!
[Lawrence and Ali watch as British cannons fire in the distance] Sherif Ali: God help the men that lie under that. T.E. Lawrence: They are Turks. Sherif Ali: God help them.
Didymus: [facing the entire Goblin army] All right, charge! [a cannon fires, and Ambrocious does a quick about-turn and flees] Didymus: Whoa, not that way! You're going the wrong way! THE BATTLE'S BEHIND US!
Jesus: If I was a woodcutter, I'd cut. If I was a fire, I'd burn. But I'm a heart and I love. That's the only thing I can do.
Arwen: From the ashes, a fire shall be woken. A light from the shadow shall spring. Renewed shall be blade that was broken. The crownless again shall be king.
[an ominous roar is heard, and fire illuminates the hall of Moria] Boromir: What is this new devilry? Gandalf: A Balrog. A demon of the ancient world. This foe is beyond any of you. Run!
Gimli: [upon entering Moria] Soon Master Elf, you will enjoy the fabled hospitality of the Dwarves. Roaring fires, malt beer, ripe meat off the bone.
Jacy Farrow: [to Lester Marlow] Thank God, I'm glad I weren't on fire - I would've burned to death before you got one button undone.
Algren: Mr. Graham. Tell this man to fire at me. Simon Graham: I beg your pardon? Algren: Tell this man that if he does not shoot me, I will kill him.
[watching the Imperial Army's target practice] Algren: I suppose we should be grateful they're all firing in the same direction. Zebulon Gant: Couldn't have put it better myself, sir.
Gandalf: [to Grima] Be silent. Keep your forked tongue behind your teeth. I did not pass through fire and death to bandy crooked words with a witless worm.
Merry: [to the suggestion of returning home] The fires of Isengard will spread, and the forests of Tuckborough and Buckland will burn. And all that was once great and good in this world will be gone. There won't *be* a Shire, Pippin.
Pita: I love you, Creasy. And you love me too, don't you? Creasy: Yes, I do. With all my heart, Pita. Go.
[Creasy has rectally inserted a five minute time bomb into Fuentes] Fuentes: A last wish, please, please. Please. Creasy: Last wish? I wish you had more time.
