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Evan: Is something burning?
Barty: Just my love for you.
Evan: Barty, the toaster is on fire.
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James: Bonjour, Regulus. Voulez–vous coucher avec moi?
Regulus: No, I don't want to sleep with you.
James: Is that what that means? Oh, man, I had a really gross tennis instructor.
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James: I spy with my little eye something that begins with the letter “s”.
Peter: *looks over at Sirius and Remus*
Peter: Is it “sexual tension”?
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James: It’s Christmas! Are you all in a Christmas mood?!
Remus: Merry crisis.
Peter: Jingle bells, jingle bells, single all the way.
Sirius: Hoe hoe hoe.
James: Guys, please.
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Regulus: If you took a shot for every time you made a bad decision, how drunk would you be?
Peter: Maybe a bit tipsy?
Remus: Drunk.
Sirius: Wasted.
James: Dead.
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Barty, glaring at Evan’s coffin: We are gathered here today because SOMEBODy couldn't stay alive.
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James: I sleep with a gun under my pillow.
Peter: I sleep with a knife.
Sirius: Both of you are pathetic.
James: Oh yeah? What do you sleep with?
Sirius: Remus.
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James: Tonight, one of you will betray us.
Remus: Is it me, James?
James: No, it’s not you.
Sirius: Is it me, James?
James: It’s not you either.
Peter: Is it me, James?
James:
James, mockingly: Is IT mE James?
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Sirius: Ok, maybe playing ‘whose family is most dysfunctional’ wasn’t the best idea we’ve had. Barty's been crying in the bathroom for an hour. We can’t get him out...
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