— Okay, if you just, pop this on.
— Okay.
— Now, there’s absolutely nothing for you to worry about.
— Tell me, has anyone ever believed you when you told them not to worry?
— My philosophy is that worrying means you suffer twice.
— I need to get going, find everyone who’s escaped before they get hurt.
— Before they could get hurt?
— Yes, Mr. Kowalski. They’re currently in alien terrain, surrounded by millions of the most vicious creatures on the planet. Humans.
— Would he like a cup of tea?
— He'll have some milk. Hide the teaspoons.
— Don't panic!
— What do you suggest I do instead?
— Murtlap bites aren’t serious. I admit that is a slightly more severe reaction than I’ve seen, but if it was really serious, he’d have...
— What?
— Well, the first symptom would be flames out of his anus...
— Put this on.
— Why would I have to wear something like this?
— Because your skull is susceptible to breakage under immense force.
— Can't say for certain it was my... spell. Doesn't really matter. One minute she was there, and the next she was gone.
— I'm so sorry, Albus. But if it's of any comfort, perhaps she was saved some pain...
— Don't. Don't disappoint me, Newt. You of all people. Your honesty is a gift... even if at times a painful one. Our friends downstairs will be tired and wanting to go home. You should... You should go.
— Albus, Lally said something earlier about most of us being ultimately imperfect. But even if we make mistakes, terrible things... we can try to make things right. And that's what matters... trying.
— Newt, I don’t think I’m dreaming.
— What gave it away?
— I ain’t got the brains to make this up.