Ron: Oh look, we're in Moaning Myrtle's bathroom again!

Harry: How did we get here?

Ron: I dunno.....

Moaning Myrtle: What are you doing in my bathroom?

Ron: We're um....erm....looking for a pet tomato!

Harry: *raises his eyebrows* A pet tomato?! That's the best you could come up with?!

Ron: Well I had to say something!

Moaning Myrtle: A pet tomato?

Harry: See, she figured us out!

Ron: Man, we're gonna die!

Moaning Myrtle:Well why didn't you just say so?

Ron: See, I told you she'd believe me!

Harry: Be afraid to eat tomorrow.....

Ron: Your not gonna give me a pet tomato ,are you?

Harry: *smacks his head against the wall*