It was a mistake in a stupid magazine. My brother's marrying Leta, June 6th. I'm supposed to be best man. Which is sort of mildly hilarious.
Sorry, but I can't admire people whose answer to everything that they fear or misunderstand is "kill it"!
It's an expression derived from the three heads of the Runespoor. The middle one is the visionary. Every Auror in Europe wants Credence dead, except you. You've gone middle head.
You've been real kind, but my sister Tina's probably worried sick about me, you know. Banging on all the doors and things, so I think I'd better be going.
You see, I can't tell if you're making a joke or if you're just... French.
Mr. Scamander! Do you think Dumbledore will mourn for you?
Queenie, we are not here to hurt you. We only want to help you. You're so very, very far from home. Far away from everything you love. Everything that was comfortable. I would never see you harmed, ever. It is not your fault that your sister is an Auror. I wish you were working with me now. Towards a world where we wizards are free to live openly, and to love freely.
Dumbledore: More perhaps than any man I know? You do not seek power or popularity. You simply ask, is a thing... right, in itself? And if it is, you do it no matter the cost!
Jacob: It's very nice to see you. Where the hell am I right now?
Newt: Uh, London.
Jacob: Oh! I always wanted to go here!
Jacob: Are you going somewhere?
Newt: No. We're going somewhere.
Jacob: Genius!
Tina: What kind of cats are those?
Newt: These aren't cats, they're Matagots. They're spirit familiars. They guard the Ministry. But they won't hurt you unless you…
Leta: Stupefy![uses the spell on one Matagot causing it to multiply]
