— Why'd you try to bushwhack me? Somebody pay you? Colorado?
— No pay. Nobody pay.
— Then why?
— Because you look for gold.
In examinations the foolish ask questions that the wise cannot answer.
All you do is give a sigh
And beat around the bush
Can it be that you're too shy
To give yourself a little old push.
The right answer rises from the right question.
— Nevertheless the pro-treaty Paddies and the King want the same man dead... Why him?
— Did you ask why in France?
— Yeah.
— So, it's the same answer, because.
— Why me?
— Because.
— Still a demon, then?
— What kind a stupid question is that, "Still a demon"? What else am I going to be, an aardvark?
It's never the question that's indiscreet, only the answer.
— What a night! Nine raids! Nine!
— Raids?
— Dad works at the Ministry of Magic. In the Misuse of Muggle Artefacts Office.
— The Misuse of Muggle Artefacts...?
— That's when wizards bewitch something to drive Muggles mad. Shrinking door keys, that kind of thing. Dad loves Muggles. Thinks they're fascinating.
— Well now. Who are you?
— Harry, sir. Harry Potter.
— Good Lord, are you really? Ron's told us all about you, of course. When did you get here? So, Harry. You must know all about Muggles. Tell me, what exactly is the function of a parking meter?