Richard Harris: Albus Dumbledore
Dumbledore : It does not do to dwell on dreams, Harry, and forget to live.
Dumbledore : It takes a great deal of bravery to stand up to your enemies, but a great deal more to stand up to your friends.
Dumbledore : What happened down in the dungeon between you and Professor Quirrell is a complete secret. So, naturally, the whole school knows.
Dumbledore : Harry, do you know why Professor Quirrell couldn't bear to have you touch him?
[Harry shakes his head]
Dumbledore : It was because of your mother. She sacrificed herself for you, and that kind of act leaves a mark.
[Harry reaches up to touch his scar]
Dumbledore : No, no. This kind of mark cannot be seen. It lives in your very skin.
Harry : What is it?
Dumbledore : Love, Harry. Love.
Professor McGonagall : Albus, do you really think it safe, leaving him with these people? I've watched them all day. They're the worst sort of Muggles imaginable. They really are...
Dumbledore : The only family he has.
Professor McGonagall : This boy will be famous. There won't be a child in our world who doesn't know his name.
Dumbledore : Exactly. He's far better off growing up away from all of that. Until he is ready.
Dumbledore : Only a person who wanted to find the Stone - find it, but not use it - would be able to get it. That is one of my more brilliant ideas. And between you and me, that is saying something.
Dumbledore : Also, our caretaker, Mr. Filch, has asked me to remind you that the third-floor corridor on the right-hand side is out of bounds to everyone who does not wish to die a most painful death.
Dumbledore : Yes,Yes well done Slytherin, well done Slytherin, however recent events must be taken into account, and I have a few last minute points to award.
Dumbledore : To Miss Hermione Granger, for the cool use of intellect when others were in great peril, 50 points.
Dumbledore : Second to Mr. Ronald Weasley, for the best played game of chess that Hogwarts has seen these many years, 50 points.
Dumbledore : And third to Mr. Harry Potter, for pure nerve and outstanding courage, I award Gryffindor House 60 points.
Hermione : We're tied with Slytherin!
Dumbledore : And finally, it takes a great deal of courage to stand up to your enemies, but a great deal more to stand up to your friends, I award 10 points, to Mr. Neville Longbottom.
Dumbledore : Assuming that my calculations are correct, I believe a change in decoration is in order.
Dumbledore : Gryffindor wins the house cup!
Dumbledore : [walks onto Privet Drive and takes out lights with tool] I should have known that you would be here, Professor McGonagall.
[to Professor McGonagall, who is a cat]
Professor McGonagall : [transforms into a human] Good evening, Professor Dumbledore.
[walks with Dumbledore]
Professor McGonagall : Are the rumors true, Albus?
Dumbledore : I'm afraid so, Professor. The good... and the bad.
Professor McGonagall : And the boy?
Dumbledore : Hagrid is bringing him.
Professor McGonagall : Do you think it wise to trust Hagrid with something this important?
Dumbledore : Ah, Professor, I would trust Hagrid with my life.
[Hagrid appears on a flying motorcycle with baby Harry Potter]
Hagrid : Professor Dumbledore, sir, Professor McGonagall.
Dumbledore : No problems, I trust, Hagrid?
Hagrid : No, sir. Little tike fell asleep just as we were flyin' over Bristol. Try not to wake him.
[gives Harry to Dumbledore and McGonagall]
Hagrid : There yeh go.
Professor McGonagall : Albus, do you really think it's safe to leave him with these people? I've watched them all day, they're the worst sort of Muggles imaginable! They really are.
Dumbledore : They're the only family he has.
Professor McGonagall : This boy will be famous. There won't be a child in the world who won't know his name!
Dumbledore : Exactly. He's far better off growing up away from that, until he's ready.
[puts Harry on the Dursley's front step and looks at Hagrid, who is crying]
Dumbledore : There there, Hagrid, it's not really goodbye after all.
[Hagrid nods, while Dumbledore leaves a letter for the Dursleys on Harry]
Dumbledore : Good luck, Harry Potter.
[the camera shoots to Harry's scar]
Dumbledore : Silence!
Harry : Where's Hermione?
Neville Longbottom : Parvati Patil says that she wouldn't come out of the girls bathroom. She said that she'd been in there all afternoon, crying.
[Harry looks at Ron, who shrugs]
Professor Quirrel : [comes running to Dumbledore] TROLL IN THE DUNGEON! TROLL IN THE DUNGEON!
[Dumbledore and McGonagall stand up, all the kids stare at Quirrell]
Professor Quirrel : Thought you ought to know.
Dumbledore : [kids scream] Silence!
[everybody stops screaming]
Dumbledore : Please do not panic. Now, Prefects will lead their house back to the dormitories, and teachers will follow me to the dungeons.
[kids follow Percy, while Snape walks away and closes the door]
Dumbledore : Alas, earwax.