— 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.
— See, I ain’t never gonna find anyone like.
— There’s loads like me.
— No. No. There’s only one like you.
— 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.
— Do you think you can hold me?
— We’ll do our best, Mr. Grindelwald.
— Newt, I don’t think I’m dreaming.
— What gave it away?
— I ain’t got the brains to make this up.
My momma, your momma, gonna catch a witch,
My momma, your momma, flying on a switch,
My momma, your momma, witches never cry,
My momma, your momma, witches gonna die!
Witch number one, drown in a river!
Witch number two, got a noose to give her!
Witch number three, gonna watch her burn,
Witch number four, flogging take a turn.