Time is Galleons, little brother.
Great, tell me when you've defeated Voldemort for me, will you?
Shh! Listen! Someone’s coming! I think — I think it might be us!
I had an old typewriter and a big idea.
You look in excellent health to me, Potter, so you will excuse me if I don't let you off homework today. I assure you that if you do die, you need not hand it in.
I like the distinction. It enables me to have more easygoing encounters in my private life.