— How much is this?
— Five Galleons.
— How much for me?
— Five Galleons.
— I'm your brother!
— Ten Galleons.
I solemnly swear that I am up to no good.
— Yeah, c'mon, Ron. We'll walk you off the Astronomy Tower and see how you come out looking.
— Probably a right sight better than he normally does.
— I'm sure we're all going to be very good friends.
— That's likely.
— That's likely.