Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire

Remember, if the time should come when you have to make a choice between what is right and what is easy, remember what happened to a boy who was good, and kind, and brave, because he strayed across the path of Lord Voldemort. Remember Cedric Diggory.

We are only as strong as we are united, as weak as we are divided.

He could tell at once that they carried different sorts of bubble bath mixed with the water though it wasn't bubble bath as Harry had ever experienced. One tap gushed pink and blue bubbles the size of footballs; another poured ice-white foam so thick that Harry thought it would have supported his weight if he'd cared to test it; a third sent heavily perfumed purple clouds hovering over the surface of the water. Harry amused himself for a while turning the taps on and off, particularly enjoying the effect of one whose jet bounced off the surface of the water in large arcs.

Ron's indignation on his behalf was worth about a hundred points to him.

If you want to know what a man's like, take a good look at how he treats his inferiors, not his equals.

You'd think I walk around with my eyes shut, banging off the walls.