Rupert Grint: Ron Weasley

Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone

Ron Weasley

Hermione: Now if you two don't mind, I'm going to bed before either of you come up with another clever idea to get us killed - or worse, expelled.
Ron: She needs to sort out her priorities!

Hermione: Neville, I'm really, really sorry about this.
[raises her wand]
Hermione: Petrificus Totalus!
[Neville's arms snap to his sides, and he drops to the floor, frozen stiff as a board]
Ron: You're a little scary sometimes, you know that? Brilliant... but scary.

Ron: [Harry and Ron arrive late to Transfiguration, relieved that Professor McGonagall isn't there yet] Whew, made it. Can you imagine the look on old McGonagall's face if we were late?
[the cat sitting at the head of the class suddenly transforms into her]
Ron: That was bloody brilliant!
Professor McGonagall: Well, thank you for that assessment, Mr Weasley. Perhaps it would be more useful if I were to transfigure Mr Potter and yourself into a pocket watch? That way, one of you might be on time.
Harry: We got lost.
Professor McGonagall: Then perhaps a map? I trust you don't need one to find your seats.

Hermione: [after Hermione and Harry sink in the Devil's Snare, Ron is still panicking] He's not relaxing, is he?
Harry: Apparently not.
Hermione: I've gotta do something!
Harry: What?
Hermione: Oh, I remember reading something in herbology... um...
Ron: Hel-!
Hermione: Devil's Snare, Devil's Snare..."It's deadly fun, but will sulk in the sun!" That's it! Devil's Snare hates sunlight! Lumos Solem!
[she conjures a type of sunlight from her wand; Ron falls to the ground below]
Harry: Ron, you okay?
Ron: Yeah.
Harry: Okay.
Ron: [sigh] Lucky we didn't panic.
Harry: Lucky Hermione pays attention in herbology.

[during the final chess game; Harry looks around at the board]
Harry Potter: Wait a minute.
Ron Weasley: You understand, right, Harry? Once I make my move, the Queen will take me. Then you're free to check the King.
Harry Potter: No. Ron, *no*!
Hermione Granger: What is it?
Harry Potter: He's going to sacrifice himself.
Hermione Granger: No, you can't! There *must* be another way!
Ron Weasley: Do you want to stop Snape from getting that stone or not?
[Hermione looks stunned]
Ron Weasley: Harry, it's you that has to go on, I know it. Not me, not Hermione, *you*!
[Harry takes a deep breath and nods]
Ron Weasley: [after a deep breath] Knight to H3.
[Ron and his black horse advance to the next square; Ron faces the White King]
Ron Weasley: Check.
[the White Queen turns, advances slowly towards him, draws her sword and violently plunges it into his horse; Ron screams as he falls to the floor]
Harry Potter: RON!
[Hermione makes as if to run to him]
Harry Potter: No! Don't move! Don't forget, we're still playing.
[Harry moves diagonally until he faces the White King]
Harry Potter: Checkmate!
[the White King's sword falls to the floor]

Ron: What do they think they're doing, keeping a thing like that locked up in a school?
Hermione: You don't use your eyes, do you? Didn't you see what it was standing on?
Ron: I wasn't looking at its feet! I was a bit preoccupied with its heads... or maybe you didn't notice? There were three!

[in the Devil's Snare]
Hermione Granger: Stop moving, both of you! This is Devil's Snare! You have to relax! If you don't, it'll only kill you faster!
Ron Weasley: Kill us faster? Oh, *now* I can relax!

Ron Weasley: I'm Ron, by the way. Ron Weasley.
Harry Potter: I'm Harry. Harry Potter.
Ron Weasley: [wide eyes and mouth gaping] So... so it's true! I mean, do you really have the... the...?
Harry Potter: The what?
Ron Weasley: [in a hushed tone] The scar?
Harry Potter: Oh.
[shows him the scar on his forehead]
Harry Potter: Yeah.
Ron Weasley: Wicked!

Ron: Wingardium leviosar!
Hermione: Stop, stop, stop! You're going to take someone's eye out. Besides, you're saying it wrong. It's LeviOsa, not LeviosAR!

Ron: [mimicking Hermione] "It's Levi-OOOOH-sa not LevioSAR." She's a nightmare, honestly. It's no wonder she hasn't got any friends!
[Hermione comes up from behind them and pushes past Ron, in tears]
Harry: I think she heard you.

Fred Weasley: Well done, Harry. Wood's just told us.
Ron Weasley: Fred and George are on the team, too. Beaters.
George Weasley: Our job is to make sure that *you* don't get bloodied up too bad. Can't make any promises, of course. Rough game, Quidditch.
Fred Weasley: Brutal, but no one's died in years. Someone will vanish occasionally, but they'll turn up in a month or two!

Hermione Granger: Ron, you don't suppose this is going to be like... *real* wizard's chess, do you?
Ron Weasley: [looks around] You there, D5!
[one of the giant black pawns crosses the board, the white pawn smashes it with a violent blow]
Ron Weasley: [swallows] Yes, Hermione, I think this is gonna be *exactly* like wizard's chess.

Hermione: Look at you playing with your cards. Pathetic! We've got final exams coming up soon.
Ron: I'm ready! Ask me any question.
Hermione: All right, what are the three most crucial ingredients in a Forgetfulness Potion?
Ron: I forgot.
Hermione: And what, may I ask, do you plan to do if this comes up in the final exam?
Ron: Copy off you?
Hermione: No, you won't! Besides, according to Professor McGonagall, we're to be given special quills bewitched with an anti-cheating spell.

[deleted scene; Neville comes hopping into the Great Hall, his legs apparently stuck together]
Ron Weasley: Leg-Locker Curse?
Harry Potter: Malfoy.
[Neville stops before them]
Ron Weasley: You have *got* to start standing up to people, Neville.
Neville Longbottom: [wobbling uncontrollably] How? I can barely stand at all!
Seamus Finnigan: [jumping up, wand at the ready] I'll do the counter-curse!
Neville Longbottom: No! That's *all* I need, you to set my bloody *kneecaps* on fire!
Seamus Finnigan: [slamming his wand down] I don't appreciate the insinuation, Longbottom! Besides, if anyone cares to notice, my eyebrows have completely grown back!
[stalks off angrily, showing a large chunk of hair missing from the back of his head]
Harry Potter: I found him!
[hands Ron a Chocolate Frog card of Dumbledore]
Ron Weasley: "Dumbledore is particularly famous for his defeat of the dark wizard Grindelwald in 1945..."
Harry Potter: Go on.
Ron Weasley: "... for his discovery of the twelve uses of dragon blood, and his work on alchemy with his partner Nicholas Flamel"!
Harry Potter: I *knew* the name sounded familiar. I read it on the train that day.
Hermione Granger: [beaming excitedly] Follow me!
[the trio tears out of the Great Hall, leaving poor Neville still flailing around]
Neville Longbottom: Hey! Wait! Where are you going? What about the counter-curse?
[before he can say another word, he topples over backwards, sparking a fresh round of laughter from the other students]

Rubeus Hagrid: Nonsense! Why would Snape put a curse on Harry's broom?
Harry Potter: Who knows? Why was he trying to get past that three-headed dog on Halloween?
Rubeus Hagrid: Who told you about Fluffy?
Ron Weasley: Fluffy?
Hermione Granger: That thing has a name?