Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban2004

Aunt Marge:
Do they use the cane at St. Brutus', boy?

Harry:
[catching Uncle Vernon's eye; sarcastically] Oh yeah, yeah, I've been beaten loads of times.

Aunt Marge:
Excellent. I won't hear any of this namby-pamby, wishy-washy nonsense about not beating someone when they deserve it. You mustn't blame yourself about how this one turned out, Vernon. It's all to do with blood. Bad blood will out. What is it that the boy's father did, Petunia?

Petunia:
Oh, nothing. He didn't work. He was unemployed.

Aunt Marge:
And a drunk too, no doubt?

Harry:
[irritated] That's a lie!

Aunt Marge:
What did you say?

Harry:
[getting angry] My dad wasn't a drunk!

[The glass Aunt Marge is holding suddenly breaks, causing the Dursleys to yelp]

Aunt Marge:
[notices what just happened] Oh, don't worry. Don't fuss, Petunia. I have a very firm grip.

Uncle Vernon:
[sternly to Harry] I think it's time you went to bed.