Harry Potter and the Fugger of the Phoenix

EVANNA LYNCH: D’you like my dress? I made it out of my grandfather’s pants.

EMMA WATSON: It’s lovely. I made mine out of toilet paper and sewed a giant garter to the bottom. Although I still look sort of pretty in it, even if it is baggy.

KATIE LEUNG: Yeah, but where you blew it is the shoes.

EVANNA: Wow, you really did.

EMMA: What? Look who’s talking! You both whiffed!

KATIE: At least my feet don’t look BANDAGED, Emma. Did you break both your ankles last night?

EMMA: Says the girl in orthopedic jazz shoes. Are those from the nursing home’s theater department?

KATIE: Yes, the same place where you learned to ACT.

EMMA: OH YEAH? Well… um… at least my hair looks good!

EVANNA: BORING. You could at least try some accessories sometime.

KATIE: Maybe we need to stop squabbling and hire some stylists.

EMMA: Maybe Helena Bonham-Carter can recommend one.

EVANNA: Er… let’s try asking someone else first.

KATIE: Who, though?

EVANNA: ANYONE. Well, except Rupert.

KATIE: Maggie Smith!

EMMA: Aha, is THAT who you borrowed those shoes from?

EVANNA: Oh, forget it, this is never going to work.