EVANNA LYNCH: D'you like my dress? I made it out of my grandfather's pants.
EMMA WATSON: It's lovely. I made mine out of toilet paper and sewed a giant garter to the bottom. Although I still look sort of pretty in it, even if it is baggy.
KATIE LEUNG: Yeah, but where you blew it is the shoes.
EVANNA: Wow, you really did.
EMMA: What? Look who's talking! You both whiffed!
KATIE: At least my feet don't look BANDAGED, Emma. Did you break both your ankles last night?
EMMA: Says the girl in orthopedic jazz shoes. Are those from the nursing home's theater department?
KATIE: Yes, the same place where you learned to ACT.
EMMA: OH YEAH? Well... um... at least my hair looks good!
EVANNA: BORING. You could at least try some accessories sometime.
KATIE: Maybe we need to stop squabbling and hire some stylists.
EMMA: Maybe Helena Bonham-Carter can recommend one.
EVANNA: Er... let's try asking someone else first.
KATIE: Who, though?
EVANNA: ANYONE. Well, except Rupert.
KATIE: Maggie Smith!
EMMA: Aha, is THAT who you borrowed those shoes from?
EVANNA: Oh, forget it, this is never going to work.
