Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire2005

[Rita Skeeter is interviewing Harry in a broom cupboard]

Rita Skeeter:
This is cozy.

Harry:
It's a broom cupboard.

Rita:
You should feel right at home then. [Forces Harry to a lower part of the cupboard] Don't mind if I use a Quick-Quotes Quill, do you?

Harry:
Oh. Uh, no.

Rita:
So tell me, Harry. Here you sit, a mere boy of twelve--

Harry:
I'm fourteen. Sorry.

Rita:
About to compete against three students, not only vastly more emotionally mature than yourself, but to have mastered spells you wouldn't attempt in your dizziest daydreams. Concerned?

Harry:
I-I don't know. I haven't really thought about it. [looks at the quill, which is writing on its own]

Rita:
Just ignore the quill. Then, of course, you're no ordinary boy of twelve, are you?

Harry:
[miffed] Fourteen.

Rita:
Your story's legend. Do you think it was the trauma of your past that made you so keen to enter such a dangerous tournament?

Harry:
I didn't enter.

Rita:
Of course you didn't. Everyone loves a rebel, Harry. [To the quill] Scratch that last. [the quill obeys] Speaking of your parents, were they alive, how do you think they'd feel? Proud? Or concerned that your attitude shows, at best a pathological need for attention, at worst a psychotic death wish?

Harry:
[looks at the quill's notes] Hey! My eyes aren't "glistening with the ghosts of my past"!