Bring Out Your Dead

Filch:

Bring out your dead!

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Bring out your dead!

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Bring out your dead!

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Bring out your dead!

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Bring out your dead!

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Bring out your dead!

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Bring out your dead!

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Bring out your dead! Sickle

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Bring out your dead!

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Bring out your dead!

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...your dead!

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Bring out your dead!

Vernon Dursley:

Here's one.

Filch:

Sickle

Harry Potter:

I'm not dead!

Filch:

What?

Vernon Dursley:

Nothing. Here's your Sickle.

Harry Potter:

I'm not dead!

Filch:

'Ere. He says he's not dead!

Vernon Dursley:

Yes, he is.

Harry Potter:

I'm not!

Filch:

He isn't?

Vernon Dursley:

Well, he will be soon. He's very ill.

Harry Potter:

I'm getting better!

Vernon:

No, you're not. You'll be stone dead in a moment.

Filch:

Oh, I can't take him like that. It's against regulations.

Harry Potter:

I don't want to go on the cart!

Vernon Dursley:

Oh, don't be such a baby.

Filch:

I can't take him.

Harry Potter:

I feel fine!

Vernon Dursley:

Well, do us a favor.

Filch:

I can't.

Vernon Dursley:

Well, can you hang around a couple of minutes? He won't be long.

Filch:

No, I've got to go to the Robinsons'. They've lost nine today.

Vernon Dursley:

Well, when's your next round?

Filch:

Thursday.

Harry Potter:

I think I'll go for a walk.

Vernon Dursley:

You're not fooling anyone, you know. Look. Isn't there something you can do?

Harry Potter: singing

I feel happy. I feel happy.

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Vernon Dursley:

Ah, thanks very much.

Filch:

Not at all. See you on Thursday.

Vernon Dursley:

Right. All right.

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Who's that, then?

Filch:

I dunno. Must be a king.

Vernon Dursley:

Why?

Filch:

He hasn't got shit all over him.