I'm the Dread Pirate Roberts, but you can call me 'Weasley.

Good night, Westley. Good work. Sleep well. I'll most likely kill you in the morning.

May my hands fall from my wrists before I kill an artist like yourself," said the man in black. "I would as soon destroy da Vinci. However"—and here he clubbed Inigo's head with the butt of his sword—"since I can't have you following me either, please understand that I hold you in the highest respect.

You look like a really well-dressed pirate carting around an ugly treasure chest.

And Percy was shaking his brother, and Ron was kneeling beside them, and Fred's eyes stared without seeing, the ghost of his last laugh still etched upon his face.

You're a prefect? Oh Ronnie! That's everyone in the family!"
"What are Fred and I? Next door neighbors?