Fred Weasley

— How much is this?
— Five Galleons.
— How much for me?
— Five Galleons.
— I'm your brother!
— Ten Galleons.

— How do you feel, Georgie?
— Saint-like.
— Come again?
— Saint-like... You see, I’m holy. Holey, Fred, geddit?
— With the whole wide world of earrelated humor at your disposal, you go for holey? Pathetic.

— For those of you who haven’t taken Polyjuice Potion before, fair warning. It tastes like goblin piss.
— Have a lot of experience with that, do you, Mad-Eye?

— So a genius like Dumbledore couldn't possibly be fooled by a dodge as pathetically dimwitted as an Aging Potion.
— But that's why it's so brilliant.
— Because it's so pathetically dimwitted.

— Egypt! Whats it like?
— Brilliant, Loads of old stuff, Like Mummies, Tombs... Even Scrabers enjoyed himself. <...>
— Not flashing that clipping again, Are you Ron?
— I haven't shown anyone!
— No, not a soul! Just Tom. The day maid. The night maid. The cook. That bloke who came to fix the toilet. And that wizard from Belgium!