"Molly! You barely even do your hair—all you do is comb it! Get out!"
"Shut up, Louis! You take forever too!"
"I do not!"
"Actually, you do, sometimes—"
"Whose side are you on, Freddie?"
"Mine, preferably!"
"The more you lot talk to her, the more time she'll be in there."
"Dom? When the bloody hell did you get here?
"I Apparated, but unlike you, I don't feel the need to scare everyone out of their skins when I do it. Why is no one using the other—"
"Victoire's taking her sweet time in there, too."
"Just like big sis."
"Tell me about it. Molly, you've got to—"
"Shut up before I hex you, Louis!"
"Molly, Dom had a point. The more you talk, the longer you'll take."
"Lucy, I never asked for your opinion."
"And you'll never have to."
CRACK! "Wuzzgoingon?"
"Teddy!"
"What? Today's my day off, and what better place to be than the Burrow?"
"A Burrow with two bathrooms is more like it."
"Huh. You think Mr. and Mrs. W would've added in more once the family exploded."
"Well, they didn't, and we're all paying for it now."
"Is this the bathroom line, Freddie?"
"Hugo, weren't you outside just now?"
"Yeah, and now I've got to use the loo. Who's in there?"
"Me!"
"Mol, can I use it after you?"
"You absolutely can't! I don't give a flying hex how much you have to pee, I've been waiting for five minutes!"
"Four, Louis."
"Shut up, Lucy."
"I'm washing my face now!"
"Aaargh! MOLLY, YOU'D BETTER BE DONE IN THREE SECONDS OR ELSE I'LL—"
"EVERYONE, BE QUIET!"
"Yes, Grandma Weasley."