Petey:
[singing around a campfire with his banjo] 'Bout a handsome little fox let me sing you folks a yarn. / Hey, diddle-dee daddle-da doddle-do doodle-dum! / 'Twas a splendid little feller full of wit 'n' grace 'n' charm. / Say, zippy-zee zappa-za yappy-yo doodle-dum! / Well, like any little critter needin' vittels for his littl'uns, / Well, he stole, and he cheated, and he lied just to survive. / With a doodle-dum diddle-die doddle-diddle doodle-dum!
Other singers:
Doodle-dum diddle-die doddle-diddle doodle-dum!
Petey:
Zippy-zo zippy-zay zippy-zappy zoopy-zee!
Other singers:
Zippy-zo zippy-zay zippy-zappy zoopy-zee!
Petey:
Doo-dah doo-day day...
Petey:
Let me take a little tick now to color in the scene: / 'Cross the valley lived three yokels name of Boggis, Bunce, and Bean. / Now these three crazy jackies had our hero on the run. / Shot the tail off the cuss with a fox-shootin' gun. / But that stylish little fox was as clever as a whip / Dug as quick as a gopher that was hyper-ack-a-tive.
Other singers:
Yeah!
Petey:
Now those three farmers sit 'twhere there's a hole 'twas once a hill. / Singin' diddle-dee daddle-da doddle-do doodle-dum! / And as far as I can reckon they're a-settin' up there still. Singin' zippy-zee zappa-za yappy-yo...
Franklin Bean:
[standing behind him] What are you singing, Petey?
Petey:
Just... just making it up as I went- as I went along, really.
Franklin Bean:
That's just weak songwriting. You wrote a bad song, Petey!
Lucius Malfoy:
Mr. Potter! Lucius Malfoy. We meet at last. Forgive me, your scar is legend. As, of course, is the wizard who gave it to you.
Harry:
Voldemort killed my parents. He was nothing more than a murderer.
Lucius Malfoy:
You must be very brave to mention his name. Or very foolish.
Hermione:
Fear of a name only increases fear of the thing itself.
Lucius Malfoy:
And you must be Miss Granger. Yes, Draco's told me all about you. And your parents. Muggles, aren't they? Let me see. Red hair... vacant expressions... tatty second hand book... you must be the Weasleys.
Arthur Weasley:
Children, it's mad in here. Let's go outside.
Lucius Malfoy:
Well, well, well. Weasley senior.
Arthur Weasley:
Lucius.
Lucius Malfoy:
Busy time at the Ministry, Arthur, all those extra raids? I do hope they're paying you overtime. Though judging by the state of this, I'd say not. What's the use in being a disgrace to the name of wizard if they don't even pay you well for it?
Arthur Weasley:
We have a very different idea about what disgraces the name of wizard, Malfoy.
Lucius Malfoy:
Clearly. Associating with muggles. And I thought your family could sink no lower.
Roberta:
I think you'll make a great mum Chrissy, a little overbearing and rigid, but by the grace of God the kid will come out relativity normal, if not there's always therapy.
Samantha:
This whole baby thing baffles me, I mean you have it, you raise it, you basically screw it up, it resents you, feels guilty for resenting you and then it has a baby, which only perpetuates the visious cycle.
Roberta:
Thank you, Oscar The Grouch.
Sampson:
[to Gregory] I will bite my thumb at them, which is a disgrace to them, if they bear it. [bites thumb]
Gregory:
[Abra revs car and moves closer] Go forth! I will back thee!
Abra:
Do you bite your thumb at us, sir?
Sampson:
I... I do bite my thumb, sir.
Abra:
Do you bite your thumb at *us*, sir?
Sampson:
[to Gregory] Is the law on our side if I say aye?
Gregory:
NO!
Sampson:
No, sir, I do not bite my thumb at you, sir, but I bite my thumb, sir!
Gregory:
Do you quarrel, sir?
Abra:
Quarrel, sir? No, sir!
Megan Dayton:
Whatever you do, don't shave your legs.
Grace Briggs:
Why?
Megan Dayton:
Well, then you definitely won't let it go too far.
Grace Briggs:
Megan! It's a *first* date!
Megan Dayton:
Yeah, well, I married a first date, missy, and you know how it is. You're out with a guy, you find him attractive, and suddenly everything he says sounds brilliant. Hairy legs are your only link to reality.
Grace Briggs:
I think you should needle-point that on a pillow.
Megan Dayton:
Well, I just might! It kept me a virgin until... y'know, *whenever*.
