"Hand me the pickled gnome toes."
"Pikled 'nome toes, Master."
"Eye of newt."
"Eye of ne't, mi Lord."
"Towel."
"Towel, sir."
"Blade of blue grass."
"Blade ov blu' gra'ss, sir."
"Do you love me?"
"What is it, my Lord?"
"Tail of a beaten dog."
"Tai'l ov bea'n dog, for you sir."
"Do you want me like I want you?"
"…dun' und'rstand, my Lord."
"Wand."
"You're wand, sir."
"Why do you avoid me? I say your name and you say nothing more than just ''ello, my Lord' and right now I am just sick of all the pain."
"…dun' understand…"
"I said, I want you!"
"Bu't sir, we 'ave the potion te finish—"
"I don't care about the potion! I want to know your feelings."
"Bu't sir—"
"Do you love me?"
"Te potion will be ruined, my Lord, and Dobby w'll be to blame."
"Do you love me Dobby? I won't finish the potion until you tell me."
"Dobby li'k Profe'ser Snape lik' te o'dter prof—"
"I love you, Dobby. Just answer me the question."
"…"
"…Please."
"Dobby luvz yous, sir."