[#2] GoF parody
Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire movie parody (or an attempt at one).
Nagini: *tries to get nominated for creepiest CGI of the year*
Mothers in the audience: …Is this the right movie?
Frank: Oh so just because I’m not your precious Harry-freaking-Potter I can’t be in the
opening scene? Well, for your information back in my days…
Lights in the Riddle house: *are on*
Frank: *is distracted*
Audience: Oh thank God.
Wormtail: I’m such a courageous Gryffindor, I’m cowering in front of a baby.
Crouch Jr: *looks hotter than he should*
Nagini: *is still mastering the art of creepiness* Hiss hisssiisisiisss.
Crouch Jr.: What is the snake saying, my Lord?
Voldemort: Nothing, it’s got a cough. *wheeze* Must’ve got it from me, call Lucius to get us coughdrops. Oh and I think there’s a muggle over there. Wormtail, get wine and crumpets for our guest.
Wormtail: I am foreseeing a trend here…
Voldemort: On the second thought he interrupted my discussion of plotpoints and MUST DIE! *avadakedavras Frank*
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Harry: *was playing with his wand under the covers during the opening of the last movie and is now having sweat-inducing dreams*
Hermione: Harry wake up and stop dreaming about naked chocolate wrestling.
Harry: Ohshithowdyouknow I mean, morning.
Hermione: Ron, wake up.
Ron: Why yes, Krum, I would like to marry you…
Harry and Hermione: …
--
Trio: Woah, what are we all of a sudden doing outside and with all these other people.
Newell: I have an artistic license. It’s notarized and all so SHUT UP and get used to it.
Mr. Diggory: I am going to spend the rest of the movie looking exceptionally happy so I can make you guys feel more sorry for me at the end.
Cedric: *is appropriately hot* Hi, I am going to spend the rest of the movie being a nice and dashing guy. Except for that part where I put my name in the Goblet and my hair’s all wet and weird.
Hermione and Ginny and female audience: *swoon*
Ugly Boot: *appears*
Everyone except Harry: *grab it* OMG I SAW IT FIRST IT’S MINE.
Harry: Guys, it’s just.. an old ugly boot..
Ron: What, it’s too good for Harry-freaking-rich-Potter, huh HUH?
Harry: …*grabs it too*
WHOOOOOSH.
Harry, Hermione, Ron, Fred and George’s butts: Ow.
--
Harry: Omg, it’s like a carnival! I’ve never been to a carnival, *tears up* my tragic youth…
Everyone: *is already in the tent*
Harry: ..Fine, I go in too.
Harry in the tent: Woah magic can make you look really tiny even if you’re huge inside. I CAN START EATING TWINKIES AGAIN!
--
Qudditch World Cup: *starts*
Hermione: Draco, shouldn’t a prejudiced little jerk like you not be wearing such Muggle-typical clothes?
Draco: Shuddup, bitch, they make me look hot.
Lucius: Don’t brag, Draco. Abuse people with your pimpcane instead.
Arthur: Whatever, we gotta go, or we’ll miss all 2 minutes of the Quidditch Cup.
--
Everyone: *is back in the tent* Hey, what about the game? WE MISSED THE GAME.
Newell: Told you to get used to it. Now everyone start practicing your happy dance for when Harry passes his trial in book 5.
Ron: Krum Krum Krum Krum..
Harry and Hermione: Yeah, we already know all about it.
Mr. Weasley: Hmm, it’s been too long since Harry’s last been in danger. EVERYONE, RUN AND PANIC!
Everyone: *runs and panics*
Hermione: Ok, Harry, don’t forget to get left alone, lose consciousness, and witness all the changes they’ve made from the book.
Harry: Got it.
Death Eaters: DON’T OUR POINTY HOODS ROCK? NOBODY HAS EVER HAD AWESOME COSTUMES LIKE THESE!
Fans: -insert thoughts about KKK, construction cones, and lawn gnomes-
--
Crouch Jr.: I will conjure the biggest and shiniest Dark Mark EVER so Master will make me his favorite wife Death Eater.
Harry: Wooow, I wish I could make such nice and shiny things.
Crouch Sn.: I BET IT WAS HARRY POTTER WHO CONJURED THE DARK MARK! He is totally, obviously, You-Know-Who’s best pal.
Arthur: Dude, leave the “I’m an idiot from the government” job to Fudge, he does it so well.
Harry: Yeah, it was some dude whose face I totally did not see because it’s too early in the movie.
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Ron: I cannot resist the sight of candy.
Harry: Me neither! Why aren’t we fat yet?
Hermione: Don’t you two read “Harry Potter: Fanfiction”? Quidditch tones all your muscles to perfection, while I blossom over the summer and…
Harry: I can see someone who’s blossomed…
Cho: I like candy too. And quidditch. *smiles* *leaves*
Harry: My hormones tell me we’re soulmates.
Hermione: Whatever, Harry, write to Sirius so the people who don’t read the books won’t forget about his existence and the people who do won’t complain.
--
Cut to the scene of the huge carriage with white horses and an otherwise normal-looking ship rising from underwater.
The 2 People Who Haven’t Read the Book: WTF?
Dumbledore: No worries, dudes, I shall explain.
Filch: I shall comically interrupt!
The Other Schools: We shall be impatient!
Beauxbotons: We’re all girls because the guys at our school died out from constant sexual frustration.
Durmstrang: BOOM BOOM BOOM. Like our theme song?
A lot of eating and “Moody” getting wet later..
Dumbledore: I’m too cool to talk about rules too much so here’s Barty Crouch.
Crouch: Blah blah age limit blah.
Fred and George: Enjoy our humorous twin-ness!
Dumbledore: Ok, enough talk, see me make this shiny thing become even shinier and melt!
Harry: Dammit, everyone can make shiny things but me.
--
Karkaroff: *puts his Scowl face on and acts all suspicious*
Fans: Are they fooling anyone with this? Even the people who haven’t read the book wouldn’t suspect the guy who is shown doing something suspicious.
Newell: *sob* Nobody appreciates good cinematography anymore.
--
"Moody": Harry, look, I’m wearing the same weird old coat that the totally awesome dude who conjured the Dark Mark was.
"Harry": …what?
Moody: Oh, right, on with the lesson. Unforgivable Curses are ..unforgivable.
Seamus: Augh, this class is gong too fast for me.
"Moody": DON’T INSULT MY PEDAGOGICAL SKILLS! Ok then, now for some animal cruelty..
Audience: This would totally not be allowed in an American school.
"Moody": *performs the curses*
Hermione: They cut off my SPEW storyline so I will be an animal rights activist here.
"Moody": In conclusion of the lesson, HARRY POTTER IS SPESHUL.
--
Cedric: *enters his name* This is the only part where my hair is ugly.
Fred and George: THEY GAVE US MORE SCREENTIME!
Everyone: YAY!
Hermione: Blah blah can’t do it blah.
Fred and George: Oh yea? But we can INVADE YOUR PERSONAL SPACE.
Hermione: Aaah, my personal space, backoff! *is secretly enjoying it*
Fred and George: *are unsuccessful but still awesome*
--
Dumbledore: ALL RIGHT PEOPLES, it’s time to do this thing! *announces the first three champions*
Snape: Wait a minute.. My 'Harry Potter is Nothing but Trouble' senses are tingling!
Goblet: *spits out Harry’s name*
Dumbledore: Harry Potter? I AM SO NOT FEELING GROOVY ANYMORE.
Harry: *tries to cover his scar and take off his glasses*
Hermione: *shoves him out of his seat*
Harry: Thanks a lot.
--
Dumbledore: *yells a lot and shoves Harry around*
Harry and the fans: WHO ARE YOU AND WHAT HAVE YOU DONE WITH DUMBLEDORE!
Dumbledore: Dumbledore who? I’m Michael Gambon, fools, and I play myself.
Fans: …that explains a lot.
Harry: Lets get back to the subject of me being totally innocent.
Karkaroff: Kill him! I am totally against giving people chances when they’re accused of something.
"Moody": I KEEL YOU! ..at least verbally. For now.
Crouch Sn: Ok, people, this is a standard situation. The movie here is named after this boy so we have no choice but to let him compete.
Harry: Meep?
--
Ron: ‘K, Harry, here’s the deal: we’ve been best friends since year 1 and gone through lots of scary shit together, establishing a life-long friendship that nothing can break. However, I am a teenage boy so none of that matters. IHATEYOUGODIEKTHNX.
Neville and Seamus: Ooh, drama, lets get popcorn.
Harry: Yeah, well, well FINE!
The Argument: *is over*
Neville and Seamus: Well, that was short.
--
Rita: So many possible interviews, so little time. Well, better get started. *shoves Harry into a closet*
Harry: This situation is the more disturbing since you think I’m twelve.
Rita: What’s that? Did you just say that your mere age of 11 years and 5 months is much too young to face the hardships of the competition and you’re starting to regret your rash decision to bewitch the Goblet of Fire, and that your parents would totally ground you for this if they were alive, which they’re not, and that makes you so very sad?
Harry: …Can I go now?
Rita: Sure thing. You also love sweaters with pink unicorns on them, and singing Backstreet Boys songs in the shower.
--
Black Owl: Guess, just guess who sent me.
Harry: Oh, sweet, it’s from Sirius, my faithful penpal.
--
In the Gryffindor Common Room.
Sirius’s face: *appears in the burning logs*
Sirius: Say, Harry, do you think I’m hot? Hahaha, get it? Hot?
Ron: I heard there’s someone hot down there? Is it Krum?!
Harry: *is not Krum*
Ron: Way to get my hopes up, jerk. *leaves*
--
Neville: Harry, am I your substitute best friend?
Harry: Umuh… Oh look, people!
Ginny: The filmmakers found out I’m going to be important later so they’re putting me in more scenes!
Hermione: Harry, Lord Voldemort is your father’s aunt’s neighbour’s cousin’s daughter’s boyfriend’s hamster’s previous owner.
Harry: ..And what does that make us?
Hermione: Absolutely nothing.
Hermione: Also, a bunch of our classmates who should be mentioned for the sake of the fans told each other to tell Ron to tell you that Hagrid wants to see you.
Harry: Well, you can tell Ron..
Hermione: I’VE FILLED MY QUOTA OF HUMOROUSLY COMPLICATED SENTENCES FOR TODAY.
Ginny: It’s just PMS, Harry, don’t worry.
--
Harry: Hagrid, that flower looks like your hair and that’s not a compliment.
Hagrid: Madame Maxime likes my hair.
Harry: She must be wacked. Hey, are THOSE DRAGONS?
Hagrid: No, they’re some other huge magical creatures with wings that breathe fire. Pay more attention in my class, Harry.
Harry: Sorry, somebody decided to cut out your class and all the creatures.
Newell: ARTISTIC. LICESNE.
--
Everyone: *is wearing Potter Stinks pins* Dude, those were totally on sale at Wal-Mart.
Harry: The first task is dragons.
Cedric: Oh. Well that might be hard.
Harry: Don’t worry, I’m the only one who’ll actually be shown doing it.
Draco: You suck. And everything about you sucks. And my dad thinks you suck even more.
Harry: Yeah, well you’re both big mean meanies!
“Moody”: What are you, in kidergarten? This is how grown-ups fight!
*the amazing bouncing ferret scene follows*
“Moody”: *makes Crabbe have a ferret in his pants*
Harry: *laughs* Having old perverted people around is fun!
Myrtle: Oh, you think that now…
--
“Moody”: Look at all the shiny things mentioned in the books they built for me.
Harry: *sob* I don’t have shiny things.
“Moody”: But you have a wand. *wink* And a broom. *wink* On which you can fly. *wink*
Harry: Are you trying to tell me that it’s my own fault I can’t conjure shiny things? *sob*
--
Harry: I’m calm, I’m calm, I’m calm..
Hermione: Psst!
Harry: AAAHWHATWASTHAT.
Hermione: Quick, Rita’s coming, lets hug! I want to be popular.
Rita: Ah, a juicy story! I mean, young love!
Krum: Grrr, reporter bad, girl mine, reporter leave.
Audience: Wow, he can talk.
--
Harry: I am going to walk right up to the golden egg. This is in no way a stupid idea.
Dragon: BACK OFF, BITCH.
Harry: AKKKKHIO FIREBOLT!
Dragon: I KEEL YOU!
Firebolt: *whoosh*
Harry: OH SNAP.
They fly around for a while. It is very exciting. Harry gets stuck on the highest rooftop ever and the broom falls down.
Audience: Wow this movie is so totally awesome they have us worrying for Harry’s life.
Harry: *gets back on the broom* YOU KILLED MY FATHER PREPARE TO DIE!
Dragon: WTF? *dies anyway*
Harry: Sorry, dude, just practicing for the final battle.
Harry: *flies back and gets the egg*
Tournament Audience: Dude, it’s about time, do you think it’s fun to sit out here in the cold and stare at rocks?!
--
Harry: I am suddenly an annoying attention whore. WHO WANTS ME TO OPEN IT? WHO WANTS ME TO OPEN IT? I CAN’T HEEEEAR YOU!
Audience: Open it already, goddammit.
Harry: *opens it*
Egg: *dial-up connection sounds*
Everyone: AAAHHHH!
Ron: Harry, you’re the only one who’s ever accepted my haircut. Lets be friends again.
--
An Exceptionally Large Owl that Looks Like a Boy because it is, in fact, a Boy: Delivery for Mr. Weasley.
Ron: Kthanks.
Boy: *doesn’t leave*
Ron: I said thanks.
Harry: Dude, just tip him.
Ron: Why? He’s not an owl.
Boy: *finally leaves*
Ron: *opens the package* What the hell are THESE?
Hermione: There’s a note. It says “Ron, dear, since you insist on not cutting your hair I am sending you clothes appropriate for your hairstyle. Love, Mom”.
Ginny: I think she’s tried that with Bill too.
Ron: Wah!
--
McGonagall: And now to continue Mr. Weasley’s torment.
Fred and George: *record everything and post it on the internet*
3 minutes later
Mugglent News: New hilarious clip with Ron has surfaced today!
--
Madame Maxime: *eats a piece of Hagrid’s hair*
Audience: W.T.F.?
Hagrid: Told ya she likes my hair.
--
Krum: Help me, comrades, a crowd of fangirls is following me!
Trio: *ignore him*
Krum: Some heroes you are.
--
The scene where Snape repeatedly whacks Harry and Ron on the head and Fred demonstrates his awesomeness while Ron drops some anvil-sized shipping hints officially is not allowed to be changed in any way.
--
Harry: Go to the ball with me, pretty please?
Cho: Damn, couldn’t you have asked earlier?
Harry: I.. well.. uh.. BUT I’M HARRY POTTER. See I have the scar and everything.
Cho: Ok you’re creeping me out now. *leaves*
--
Harry: Woe is me.
Egg: At least you have me. And I’m shiny!
Harry: HEY, YEAH!
Ron: *looks like the slugs from second year have come back*
Ginny: He asked Fleur to the ball!
Hermione: WHAT? DID SHE SAY YES? SHE BETTER NOT HAVE SAID YES BECAUSE IF SHE SAID YES THEN I AM GOING TO…
Ron: …She didn’t say yes.
Hermione: Oh. Ok then. Uh, sorry to hear. Yeah.
Harry: *sees the Patil twins* Who says you can’t kill two birds with one stone?
--
Ron: Harry, I distinctly remember you mention killing things. How about me.
Harry: *snort* C’mon *laugh* it’s not.. *double over with laughter* that bad.. *rolls down the stairs laughing*
Ron: I hate you.
Harry: Oooh, Cho has a very shiny dress. *stare*
Hermione: See, guys, my pink monstrosity isn’t that monstrous after all.
Audience: Except it clashes so much with Krum’s outfit it’s giving us a headache.
Ron: Stupid Hermione… I wish Krum took me to the ball.
Champions: *dance*
Filch: *continues to be non-threatening and comical*
Even “Moody”: *is lovably comical*
Audience: Must be a Christmas thing.
Suddenly everything turnes into a crazy high-school dance.
Harry: All we’re missing is a big neon “Losers” sing above our heads.
Patil sisters: We can conjure it for you right before we leave.
Hermione: Isn’t this just so much fun? Fun fun fun, yay!
Ron: I hate you, you stole Krum from me! Also, he’s Harry’s enemy.
Hermione: You’re not making any sense! And anyway, it’s past your bedtime! SHOO! GO HAVE PLOTPOINT DREAMS!
Harry and Ron: … *obey*
Hermione: Wah!
Somewhere in the Great Hall
Krum: Er-mio-ni-nny?…
--
Next morning.
Harry: So wanna abuse your relationship with Krum and help me cheat on the whole egg thing?
Hermione: Sorry, we don’t talk. It’s more of a physical thing..
Harry: *giggle* You said ‘sex’! *giggle*
Hermione: …I didn’t actually. Anyway, work out the egg thing or DIE.
--
Cedric: Hey, Harry, wanna take a bath and bring your egg along? *wink*
Harry: I am so telling Cho you have gay tendencies.
--
Harry: *gets nekkid*
Fangirls: *SQUEEEE*
Moaning Myrtle: *is the ultimate fangirl* Hey, Harry, I made some good investments and moved from my bathroom to this bigger one. It has a better view too, if you know what I mean.
Harry: Do ghosts even have hormones?
Myrtle: I’ll show you mine if you show me yours.
Harry: PERSONAL SPACE PERSONAL SPACE.
Myrtle: Do not resist this, Harry! We were made for each other, we even have matching round glasses!
Harry: I think this is about the right time to stick my head under water.
The Egg: Congratualtions, you now have cable instead of dial-up! And you’ve got an urgent email from mysterious sea creatures!
Harry: This sounds like spam.
--
Hermione: Ohnoes the library has failed me. Life as I know it is OVER. I’m going to go and drown myself in the lake.
“Moody”: Speaking of that…
Neville: The director thinks I’m a suitable replacement for a houself. I find that a bit depressing.
Harry: Whatever, you got the ’weed?
--
Harry: So is this stuff safe?
Neville: Well, it might kill you. Or it might now. Y’know.
Harry: …!…*eats it anyway* ..I think it’s killing me.
“Moody”: *push*
Harry: WILL PEOPLE PLEASE STOP PUSHING ME ALL TH-- *gurgle gurgle twitch gurgle*
Neville: PMG, I KILLED HARRY-FREAKING-POTTER.
Somewhere in the distance
Voldemort: NOOOOOOOO! I WANTED TO DO IT! *sob*
--
Harry: I believe I can flyyyyy! *falls back into water and swims around* Dude, this place is so totally not shiny.
Mermaid creature thing: WHAT DID YOU SAY ABOUT MY MAMMA?
Harry: …nothing?
Mermaid creature thing: Oh, then just grab your floating mannequin and go.
Harry: Can I use my “buy one, get one free” coupon?
Mermaid creature thing: They’re not valid on Thursdays.
Jaws Krum: GIRL MINE.
Cedric: Other girl also mine. Oh and, Harry, check out my totally awesome underwater watch.
Fleur: *doesn’t show up*
Harry: Well this just goes to show girls can’t be trusted to do manly things like saving others. *does his thing*
Judges: Congratulations, what you’ve done falls under “so stupid it actually crossed over to heroic”.
Harry: w00t!
--
“Moody”: I’m wearing the suspiciously familiar coat, constantly drinking something from my personal flask, and NOW I’M DOING THE TONGUE THING. Is everyone here stupid?
Crouch Sn.: Hey, wait a minute..
“Moody”: Finally, someone noticed. But I’m going to have to kill you.
--
Fudge: I am more concerned about my image than the fact that one of my employees was freaking killed on school grounds.
Fans: Are we supposed to be surprised?
“Moody”: Isn’t it about time to leave Harry here alone so he can see how hot and awesome I was back in the day?
Dumbledore: Oh, yeah, brb Harry.
Harry: OOOOH ULTIMATE SHINY SILVER THING!!!!!
Pensieve: In Soviet Russia, stuff in the bowl eats YOU.
Harry: But this isn’t Soviet Rus--? AAAH.
A bunch of condensed backstory follows. There is a noticeable lack of crazybitch!Bellatrix.
Dumbledore: I’m so cool and with it that I won’t even get upset about you meddling with my stuff, Harry.
--
Snape and Karkaroff: *are in a closet together*
Slash fans: ZMG YAY!
Snape: *decides to pull Harry into the closet*
Slash fans: OMG DEATH BY HAPPINESS.
--
Dumbledore: Gather around, champions, so I can give a couple of lame excuses for why there will be no creatures in the maze.
In the maze.
Champions: *Stumble around in the fog-thing and get bruises*
Harry: My shiny senses are telling me where the cup is!
Cedric: *is getting eaten by bushes*
Harry: My hero senses are telling me to save him!
Fans: Oh, the irony.
Harry and Cedric: Ok, since we’ve both been cheating since task 1 lets just grab it together.
Cup: SURPRISE.
--
Cedric: This place looks cool.
Harry: Dude. It’s a graveyard.
Wormtail: And there’s a vacancy too. *kills*
Harry: Wah!
Wormtail: *starts brewing the potion and chanting*
Harry: Wah!
Wormtail: *cuts his own hand off*
Harry: WAH! ..Hey, wait a minute, why the hell aren’t you in agonizing pain?
Wormtail: We don’t want to make it too traumatizing for the kids in the audience. Keep that in mind while I cut you up.
Harry: WAH!
Cauldron: *catches fire*
Wormtail: OMG, I burned the Voldy-soup!
Voldemort: STFU, those were pyrotechnics for my grand entrance.
Harry: Is that what burned off your hair and nose?
Voldemort: Gah, he’s making fun of me, must-call-my-security-guards.
About 3 or 4 Death Eaters drop out of the sky.
Harry: Dude, that’s all you’ve got? A high school geek has more friends than that.
Voldemort: STFU, I’m going to say their names for the audience.
Lucius: Sorry I’m late, I couldn’t find my identity-disguising KKK hood.
Audience: …Dude, your goldilocks hair is showing.
Voldemort: Ok, now that I’ve yelled at people and stomped on dead faces, it’s time to touch teenage boys.
Harry: Too many people are hitting on me in this movie, it hurts IT HURTS!
Voldemort: Don’t be a crybaby. I’m just going to torture you a bit, show how insignificant you are and then kill you.
Harry: Oh yea? Well I’m gonna fight you with the SOAPFOAM SPELL OF DOOM!
Voldemort: Are you hinting I need a bath?
The ghost-thingies: *appear*
Harry: *is not shocked. like at all*
Lily and James: Since we’re your parents, we’re going to spend all of 8 seconds we have to tell you what to do.
Voldemort: Aaah, the Soapfoam spell ghosts, they burn my eyes!
Harry: G2G, TTYL.
Voldemort: *channels Darth Vader* NOOOOOOOO!
Death Eaters: *slowly back off*
--
Crowd: YAY THE CAMERA’S POINTING AT US!
Cedric: *is dead*
Fleur: Oh no, the cute one is dead! And I’m cute too! This means I could be next! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!
Dumbledore: Why didn’t I realize something was wrong when they materialized in front of the crowd out of nowhere?
Cho: *cries*
Fans: OMG, crying Cho.
Mr. Diggory: Told you you’d feel sorry for me.
Fans: *secretly tear up*
“Moody”: Harry, come and tell me exactly how it felt to be touched by Voldemort.
Harry: I don’t want to talk about it. Hey, in fact I didn’t talk about it.
“Moody”: Oh crap, my botox injection stopped working.
Dumbledore: *smashes the door open* BOTOX IS UNNATURAL AND NOT ALLOWED IN THIS SCHOOL!
Crouch Jr.: What about tattoos?
McGonagall: Also not allowed. Off to Azkaban with you.
--
Dumbledore: Remember Cedric Diggory. The boy who was senseless enough to wonder somewhere with Harry Potter in the final scenes of the movie.
--
Harry: Sir, is there any advice you can give me?
Dumbledore: Sure, Harry. Remember that there’s a difference between doing what is right and what is easy. Like researching the character you are playing well or just putting on a costume and saying the lines however you like.
Harry: …
--
Hermione: Everything’s going to change now isn’t it?
Harry: ..Yes. But what I’m not sure about is how Fred and George will open their shop without me giving them the prize money.
People who haven’t read the book: What prize money?
Hermione: And how will Fleur and Bill ever get married if they don’t even meet?
People who haven’t read the book: Bill who?
Ron: Also, how exactly did Crouch Jr.--?
Newell: Hey, look, pretty horses in the sky!
Everyone: Oooh. Shiny.
THE END.
p.s. Real Moody in the Trunk: …Hello…?
[Edit: disclaimer (in bold) of sorts regarding influences.]
After reading the numerous spoofs of the first three movies {most notably m15m and Movie Puppet Theatre (both of which are among the must-visit Internet locations for the regular obsessed fan) so references, whether intended or not, are lurking everywhere in this entry}, I decided to write one for this movie myself :3
[Edit #2] Wah, totally forgot. I've only seen the movie once, but screencaps from this lj entry refreshed my memory. dj43 is amazing o_O
Nagini: *tries to get nominated for creepiest CGI of the year*
Mothers in the audience: …Is this the right movie?
Frank: Oh so just because I’m not your precious Harry-freaking-Potter I can’t be in the
opening scene? Well, for your information back in my days…
Lights in the Riddle house: *are on*
Frank: *is distracted*
Audience: Oh thank God.
Wormtail: I’m such a courageous Gryffindor, I’m cowering in front of a baby.
Crouch Jr: *looks hotter than he should*
Nagini: *is still mastering the art of creepiness* Hiss hisssiisisiisss.
Crouch Jr.: What is the snake saying, my Lord?
Voldemort: Nothing, it’s got a cough. *wheeze* Must’ve got it from me, call Lucius to get us coughdrops. Oh and I think there’s a muggle over there. Wormtail, get wine and crumpets for our guest.
Wormtail: I am foreseeing a trend here…
Voldemort: On the second thought he interrupted my discussion of plotpoints and MUST DIE! *avadakedavras Frank*
--
Harry: *was playing with his wand under the covers during the opening of the last movie and is now having sweat-inducing dreams*
Hermione: Harry wake up and stop dreaming about naked chocolate wrestling.
Harry: Ohshithowdyouknow I mean, morning.
Hermione: Ron, wake up.
Ron: Why yes, Krum, I would like to marry you…
Harry and Hermione: …
--
Trio: Woah, what are we all of a sudden doing outside and with all these other people.
Newell: I have an artistic license. It’s notarized and all so SHUT UP and get used to it.
Mr. Diggory: I am going to spend the rest of the movie looking exceptionally happy so I can make you guys feel more sorry for me at the end.
Cedric: *is appropriately hot* Hi, I am going to spend the rest of the movie being a nice and dashing guy. Except for that part where I put my name in the Goblet and my hair’s all wet and weird.
Hermione and Ginny and female audience: *swoon*
Ugly Boot: *appears*
Everyone except Harry: *grab it* OMG I SAW IT FIRST IT’S MINE.
Harry: Guys, it’s just.. an old ugly boot..
Ron: What, it’s too good for Harry-freaking-rich-Potter, huh HUH?
Harry: …*grabs it too*
WHOOOOOSH.
Harry, Hermione, Ron, Fred and George’s butts: Ow.
--
Harry: Omg, it’s like a carnival! I’ve never been to a carnival, *tears up* my tragic youth…
Everyone: *is already in the tent*
Harry: ..Fine, I go in too.
Harry in the tent: Woah magic can make you look really tiny even if you’re huge inside. I CAN START EATING TWINKIES AGAIN!
--
Qudditch World Cup: *starts*
Hermione: Draco, shouldn’t a prejudiced little jerk like you not be wearing such Muggle-typical clothes?
Draco: Shuddup, bitch, they make me look hot.
Lucius: Don’t brag, Draco. Abuse people with your pimpcane instead.
Arthur: Whatever, we gotta go, or we’ll miss all 2 minutes of the Quidditch Cup.
--
Everyone: *is back in the tent* Hey, what about the game? WE MISSED THE GAME.
Newell: Told you to get used to it. Now everyone start practicing your happy dance for when Harry passes his trial in book 5.
Ron: Krum Krum Krum Krum..
Harry and Hermione: Yeah, we already know all about it.
Mr. Weasley: Hmm, it’s been too long since Harry’s last been in danger. EVERYONE, RUN AND PANIC!
Everyone: *runs and panics*
Hermione: Ok, Harry, don’t forget to get left alone, lose consciousness, and witness all the changes they’ve made from the book.
Harry: Got it.
Death Eaters: DON’T OUR POINTY HOODS ROCK? NOBODY HAS EVER HAD AWESOME COSTUMES LIKE THESE!
Fans: -insert thoughts about KKK, construction cones, and lawn gnomes-
--
Crouch Jr.: I will conjure the biggest and shiniest Dark Mark EVER so Master will make me his favorite wife Death Eater.
Harry: Wooow, I wish I could make such nice and shiny things.
Crouch Sn.: I BET IT WAS HARRY POTTER WHO CONJURED THE DARK MARK! He is totally, obviously, You-Know-Who’s best pal.
Arthur: Dude, leave the “I’m an idiot from the government” job to Fudge, he does it so well.
Harry: Yeah, it was some dude whose face I totally did not see because it’s too early in the movie.
--
Ron: I cannot resist the sight of candy.
Harry: Me neither! Why aren’t we fat yet?
Hermione: Don’t you two read “Harry Potter: Fanfiction”? Quidditch tones all your muscles to perfection, while I blossom over the summer and…
Harry: I can see someone who’s blossomed…
Cho: I like candy too. And quidditch. *smiles* *leaves*
Harry: My hormones tell me we’re soulmates.
Hermione: Whatever, Harry, write to Sirius so the people who don’t read the books won’t forget about his existence and the people who do won’t complain.
--
Cut to the scene of the huge carriage with white horses and an otherwise normal-looking ship rising from underwater.
The 2 People Who Haven’t Read the Book: WTF?
Dumbledore: No worries, dudes, I shall explain.
Filch: I shall comically interrupt!
The Other Schools: We shall be impatient!
Beauxbotons: We’re all girls because the guys at our school died out from constant sexual frustration.
Durmstrang: BOOM BOOM BOOM. Like our theme song?
A lot of eating and “Moody” getting wet later..
Dumbledore: I’m too cool to talk about rules too much so here’s Barty Crouch.
Crouch: Blah blah age limit blah.
Fred and George: Enjoy our humorous twin-ness!
Dumbledore: Ok, enough talk, see me make this shiny thing become even shinier and melt!
Harry: Dammit, everyone can make shiny things but me.
--
Karkaroff: *puts his Scowl face on and acts all suspicious*
Fans: Are they fooling anyone with this? Even the people who haven’t read the book wouldn’t suspect the guy who is shown doing something suspicious.
Newell: *sob* Nobody appreciates good cinematography anymore.
--
"Moody": Harry, look, I’m wearing the same weird old coat that the totally awesome dude who conjured the Dark Mark was.
"Harry": …what?
Moody: Oh, right, on with the lesson. Unforgivable Curses are ..unforgivable.
Seamus: Augh, this class is gong too fast for me.
"Moody": DON’T INSULT MY PEDAGOGICAL SKILLS! Ok then, now for some animal cruelty..
Audience: This would totally not be allowed in an American school.
"Moody": *performs the curses*
Hermione: They cut off my SPEW storyline so I will be an animal rights activist here.
"Moody": In conclusion of the lesson, HARRY POTTER IS SPESHUL.
--
Cedric: *enters his name* This is the only part where my hair is ugly.
Fred and George: THEY GAVE US MORE SCREENTIME!
Everyone: YAY!
Hermione: Blah blah can’t do it blah.
Fred and George: Oh yea? But we can INVADE YOUR PERSONAL SPACE.
Hermione: Aaah, my personal space, backoff! *is secretly enjoying it*
Fred and George: *are unsuccessful but still awesome*
--
Dumbledore: ALL RIGHT PEOPLES, it’s time to do this thing! *announces the first three champions*
Snape: Wait a minute.. My 'Harry Potter is Nothing but Trouble' senses are tingling!
Goblet: *spits out Harry’s name*
Dumbledore: Harry Potter? I AM SO NOT FEELING GROOVY ANYMORE.
Harry: *tries to cover his scar and take off his glasses*
Hermione: *shoves him out of his seat*
Harry: Thanks a lot.
--
Dumbledore: *yells a lot and shoves Harry around*
Harry and the fans: WHO ARE YOU AND WHAT HAVE YOU DONE WITH DUMBLEDORE!
Dumbledore: Dumbledore who? I’m Michael Gambon, fools, and I play myself.
Fans: …that explains a lot.
Harry: Lets get back to the subject of me being totally innocent.
Karkaroff: Kill him! I am totally against giving people chances when they’re accused of something.
"Moody": I KEEL YOU! ..at least verbally. For now.
Crouch Sn: Ok, people, this is a standard situation. The movie here is named after this boy so we have no choice but to let him compete.
Harry: Meep?
--
Ron: ‘K, Harry, here’s the deal: we’ve been best friends since year 1 and gone through lots of scary shit together, establishing a life-long friendship that nothing can break. However, I am a teenage boy so none of that matters. IHATEYOUGODIEKTHNX.
Neville and Seamus: Ooh, drama, lets get popcorn.
Harry: Yeah, well, well FINE!
The Argument: *is over*
Neville and Seamus: Well, that was short.
--
Rita: So many possible interviews, so little time. Well, better get started. *shoves Harry into a closet*
Harry: This situation is the more disturbing since you think I’m twelve.
Rita: What’s that? Did you just say that your mere age of 11 years and 5 months is much too young to face the hardships of the competition and you’re starting to regret your rash decision to bewitch the Goblet of Fire, and that your parents would totally ground you for this if they were alive, which they’re not, and that makes you so very sad?
Harry: …Can I go now?
Rita: Sure thing. You also love sweaters with pink unicorns on them, and singing Backstreet Boys songs in the shower.
--
Black Owl: Guess, just guess who sent me.
Harry: Oh, sweet, it’s from Sirius, my faithful penpal.
--
In the Gryffindor Common Room.
Sirius’s face: *appears in the burning logs*
Sirius: Say, Harry, do you think I’m hot? Hahaha, get it? Hot?
Ron: I heard there’s someone hot down there? Is it Krum?!
Harry: *is not Krum*
Ron: Way to get my hopes up, jerk. *leaves*
--
Neville: Harry, am I your substitute best friend?
Harry: Umuh… Oh look, people!
Ginny: The filmmakers found out I’m going to be important later so they’re putting me in more scenes!
Hermione: Harry, Lord Voldemort is your father’s aunt’s neighbour’s cousin’s daughter’s boyfriend’s hamster’s previous owner.
Harry: ..And what does that make us?
Hermione: Absolutely nothing.
Hermione: Also, a bunch of our classmates who should be mentioned for the sake of the fans told each other to tell Ron to tell you that Hagrid wants to see you.
Harry: Well, you can tell Ron..
Hermione: I’VE FILLED MY QUOTA OF HUMOROUSLY COMPLICATED SENTENCES FOR TODAY.
Ginny: It’s just PMS, Harry, don’t worry.
--
Harry: Hagrid, that flower looks like your hair and that’s not a compliment.
Hagrid: Madame Maxime likes my hair.
Harry: She must be wacked. Hey, are THOSE DRAGONS?
Hagrid: No, they’re some other huge magical creatures with wings that breathe fire. Pay more attention in my class, Harry.
Harry: Sorry, somebody decided to cut out your class and all the creatures.
Newell: ARTISTIC. LICESNE.
--
Everyone: *is wearing Potter Stinks pins* Dude, those were totally on sale at Wal-Mart.
Harry: The first task is dragons.
Cedric: Oh. Well that might be hard.
Harry: Don’t worry, I’m the only one who’ll actually be shown doing it.
Draco: You suck. And everything about you sucks. And my dad thinks you suck even more.
Harry: Yeah, well you’re both big mean meanies!
“Moody”: What are you, in kidergarten? This is how grown-ups fight!
*the amazing bouncing ferret scene follows*
“Moody”: *makes Crabbe have a ferret in his pants*
Harry: *laughs* Having old perverted people around is fun!
Myrtle: Oh, you think that now…
--
“Moody”: Look at all the shiny things mentioned in the books they built for me.
Harry: *sob* I don’t have shiny things.
“Moody”: But you have a wand. *wink* And a broom. *wink* On which you can fly. *wink*
Harry: Are you trying to tell me that it’s my own fault I can’t conjure shiny things? *sob*
--
Harry: I’m calm, I’m calm, I’m calm..
Hermione: Psst!
Harry: AAAHWHATWASTHAT.
Hermione: Quick, Rita’s coming, lets hug! I want to be popular.
Rita: Ah, a juicy story! I mean, young love!
Krum: Grrr, reporter bad, girl mine, reporter leave.
Audience: Wow, he can talk.
--
Harry: I am going to walk right up to the golden egg. This is in no way a stupid idea.
Dragon: BACK OFF, BITCH.
Harry: AKKKKHIO FIREBOLT!
Dragon: I KEEL YOU!
Firebolt: *whoosh*
Harry: OH SNAP.
They fly around for a while. It is very exciting. Harry gets stuck on the highest rooftop ever and the broom falls down.
Audience: Wow this movie is so totally awesome they have us worrying for Harry’s life.
Harry: *gets back on the broom* YOU KILLED MY FATHER PREPARE TO DIE!
Dragon: WTF? *dies anyway*
Harry: Sorry, dude, just practicing for the final battle.
Harry: *flies back and gets the egg*
Tournament Audience: Dude, it’s about time, do you think it’s fun to sit out here in the cold and stare at rocks?!
--
Harry: I am suddenly an annoying attention whore. WHO WANTS ME TO OPEN IT? WHO WANTS ME TO OPEN IT? I CAN’T HEEEEAR YOU!
Audience: Open it already, goddammit.
Harry: *opens it*
Egg: *dial-up connection sounds*
Everyone: AAAHHHH!
Ron: Harry, you’re the only one who’s ever accepted my haircut. Lets be friends again.
--
An Exceptionally Large Owl that Looks Like a Boy because it is, in fact, a Boy: Delivery for Mr. Weasley.
Ron: Kthanks.
Boy: *doesn’t leave*
Ron: I said thanks.
Harry: Dude, just tip him.
Ron: Why? He’s not an owl.
Boy: *finally leaves*
Ron: *opens the package* What the hell are THESE?
Hermione: There’s a note. It says “Ron, dear, since you insist on not cutting your hair I am sending you clothes appropriate for your hairstyle. Love, Mom”.
Ginny: I think she’s tried that with Bill too.
Ron: Wah!
--
McGonagall: And now to continue Mr. Weasley’s torment.
Fred and George: *record everything and post it on the internet*
3 minutes later
Mugglent News: New hilarious clip with Ron has surfaced today!
--
Madame Maxime: *eats a piece of Hagrid’s hair*
Audience: W.T.F.?
Hagrid: Told ya she likes my hair.
--
Krum: Help me, comrades, a crowd of fangirls is following me!
Trio: *ignore him*
Krum: Some heroes you are.
--
The scene where Snape repeatedly whacks Harry and Ron on the head and Fred demonstrates his awesomeness while Ron drops some anvil-sized shipping hints officially is not allowed to be changed in any way.
--
Harry: Go to the ball with me, pretty please?
Cho: Damn, couldn’t you have asked earlier?
Harry: I.. well.. uh.. BUT I’M HARRY POTTER. See I have the scar and everything.
Cho: Ok you’re creeping me out now. *leaves*
--
Harry: Woe is me.
Egg: At least you have me. And I’m shiny!
Harry: HEY, YEAH!
Ron: *looks like the slugs from second year have come back*
Ginny: He asked Fleur to the ball!
Hermione: WHAT? DID SHE SAY YES? SHE BETTER NOT HAVE SAID YES BECAUSE IF SHE SAID YES THEN I AM GOING TO…
Ron: …She didn’t say yes.
Hermione: Oh. Ok then. Uh, sorry to hear. Yeah.
Harry: *sees the Patil twins* Who says you can’t kill two birds with one stone?
--
Ron: Harry, I distinctly remember you mention killing things. How about me.
Harry: *snort* C’mon *laugh* it’s not.. *double over with laughter* that bad.. *rolls down the stairs laughing*
Ron: I hate you.
Harry: Oooh, Cho has a very shiny dress. *stare*
Hermione: See, guys, my pink monstrosity isn’t that monstrous after all.
Audience: Except it clashes so much with Krum’s outfit it’s giving us a headache.
Ron: Stupid Hermione… I wish Krum took me to the ball.
Champions: *dance*
Filch: *continues to be non-threatening and comical*
Even “Moody”: *is lovably comical*
Audience: Must be a Christmas thing.
Suddenly everything turnes into a crazy high-school dance.
Harry: All we’re missing is a big neon “Losers” sing above our heads.
Patil sisters: We can conjure it for you right before we leave.
Hermione: Isn’t this just so much fun? Fun fun fun, yay!
Ron: I hate you, you stole Krum from me! Also, he’s Harry’s enemy.
Hermione: You’re not making any sense! And anyway, it’s past your bedtime! SHOO! GO HAVE PLOTPOINT DREAMS!
Harry and Ron: … *obey*
Hermione: Wah!
Somewhere in the Great Hall
Krum: Er-mio-ni-nny?…
--
Next morning.
Harry: So wanna abuse your relationship with Krum and help me cheat on the whole egg thing?
Hermione: Sorry, we don’t talk. It’s more of a physical thing..
Harry: *giggle* You said ‘sex’! *giggle*
Hermione: …I didn’t actually. Anyway, work out the egg thing or DIE.
--
Cedric: Hey, Harry, wanna take a bath and bring your egg along? *wink*
Harry: I am so telling Cho you have gay tendencies.
--
Harry: *gets nekkid*
Fangirls: *SQUEEEE*
Moaning Myrtle: *is the ultimate fangirl* Hey, Harry, I made some good investments and moved from my bathroom to this bigger one. It has a better view too, if you know what I mean.
Harry: Do ghosts even have hormones?
Myrtle: I’ll show you mine if you show me yours.
Harry: PERSONAL SPACE PERSONAL SPACE.
Myrtle: Do not resist this, Harry! We were made for each other, we even have matching round glasses!
Harry: I think this is about the right time to stick my head under water.
The Egg: Congratualtions, you now have cable instead of dial-up! And you’ve got an urgent email from mysterious sea creatures!
Harry: This sounds like spam.
--
Hermione: Ohnoes the library has failed me. Life as I know it is OVER. I’m going to go and drown myself in the lake.
“Moody”: Speaking of that…
Neville: The director thinks I’m a suitable replacement for a houself. I find that a bit depressing.
Harry: Whatever, you got the ’weed?
--
Harry: So is this stuff safe?
Neville: Well, it might kill you. Or it might now. Y’know.
Harry: …!…*eats it anyway* ..I think it’s killing me.
“Moody”: *push*
Harry: WILL PEOPLE PLEASE STOP PUSHING ME ALL TH-- *gurgle gurgle twitch gurgle*
Neville: PMG, I KILLED HARRY-FREAKING-POTTER.
Somewhere in the distance
Voldemort: NOOOOOOOO! I WANTED TO DO IT! *sob*
--
Harry: I believe I can flyyyyy! *falls back into water and swims around* Dude, this place is so totally not shiny.
Mermaid creature thing: WHAT DID YOU SAY ABOUT MY MAMMA?
Harry: …nothing?
Mermaid creature thing: Oh, then just grab your floating mannequin and go.
Harry: Can I use my “buy one, get one free” coupon?
Mermaid creature thing: They’re not valid on Thursdays.
Jaws Krum: GIRL MINE.
Cedric: Other girl also mine. Oh and, Harry, check out my totally awesome underwater watch.
Fleur: *doesn’t show up*
Harry: Well this just goes to show girls can’t be trusted to do manly things like saving others. *does his thing*
Judges: Congratulations, what you’ve done falls under “so stupid it actually crossed over to heroic”.
Harry: w00t!
--
“Moody”: I’m wearing the suspiciously familiar coat, constantly drinking something from my personal flask, and NOW I’M DOING THE TONGUE THING. Is everyone here stupid?
Crouch Sn.: Hey, wait a minute..
“Moody”: Finally, someone noticed. But I’m going to have to kill you.
--
Fudge: I am more concerned about my image than the fact that one of my employees was freaking killed on school grounds.
Fans: Are we supposed to be surprised?
“Moody”: Isn’t it about time to leave Harry here alone so he can see how hot and awesome I was back in the day?
Dumbledore: Oh, yeah, brb Harry.
Harry: OOOOH ULTIMATE SHINY SILVER THING!!!!!
Pensieve: In Soviet Russia, stuff in the bowl eats YOU.
Harry: But this isn’t Soviet Rus--? AAAH.
A bunch of condensed backstory follows. There is a noticeable lack of crazybitch!Bellatrix.
Dumbledore: I’m so cool and with it that I won’t even get upset about you meddling with my stuff, Harry.
--
Snape and Karkaroff: *are in a closet together*
Slash fans: ZMG YAY!
Snape: *decides to pull Harry into the closet*
Slash fans: OMG DEATH BY HAPPINESS.
--
Dumbledore: Gather around, champions, so I can give a couple of lame excuses for why there will be no creatures in the maze.
In the maze.
Champions: *Stumble around in the fog-thing and get bruises*
Harry: My shiny senses are telling me where the cup is!
Cedric: *is getting eaten by bushes*
Harry: My hero senses are telling me to save him!
Fans: Oh, the irony.
Harry and Cedric: Ok, since we’ve both been cheating since task 1 lets just grab it together.
Cup: SURPRISE.
--
Cedric: This place looks cool.
Harry: Dude. It’s a graveyard.
Wormtail: And there’s a vacancy too. *kills*
Harry: Wah!
Wormtail: *starts brewing the potion and chanting*
Harry: Wah!
Wormtail: *cuts his own hand off*
Harry: WAH! ..Hey, wait a minute, why the hell aren’t you in agonizing pain?
Wormtail: We don’t want to make it too traumatizing for the kids in the audience. Keep that in mind while I cut you up.
Harry: WAH!
Cauldron: *catches fire*
Wormtail: OMG, I burned the Voldy-soup!
Voldemort: STFU, those were pyrotechnics for my grand entrance.
Harry: Is that what burned off your hair and nose?
Voldemort: Gah, he’s making fun of me, must-call-my-security-guards.
About 3 or 4 Death Eaters drop out of the sky.
Harry: Dude, that’s all you’ve got? A high school geek has more friends than that.
Voldemort: STFU, I’m going to say their names for the audience.
Lucius: Sorry I’m late, I couldn’t find my identity-disguising KKK hood.
Audience: …Dude, your goldilocks hair is showing.
Voldemort: Ok, now that I’ve yelled at people and stomped on dead faces, it’s time to touch teenage boys.
Harry: Too many people are hitting on me in this movie, it hurts IT HURTS!
Voldemort: Don’t be a crybaby. I’m just going to torture you a bit, show how insignificant you are and then kill you.
Harry: Oh yea? Well I’m gonna fight you with the SOAPFOAM SPELL OF DOOM!
Voldemort: Are you hinting I need a bath?
The ghost-thingies: *appear*
Harry: *is not shocked. like at all*
Lily and James: Since we’re your parents, we’re going to spend all of 8 seconds we have to tell you what to do.
Voldemort: Aaah, the Soapfoam spell ghosts, they burn my eyes!
Harry: G2G, TTYL.
Voldemort: *channels Darth Vader* NOOOOOOOO!
Death Eaters: *slowly back off*
--
Crowd: YAY THE CAMERA’S POINTING AT US!
Cedric: *is dead*
Fleur: Oh no, the cute one is dead! And I’m cute too! This means I could be next! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!
Dumbledore: Why didn’t I realize something was wrong when they materialized in front of the crowd out of nowhere?
Cho: *cries*
Fans: OMG, crying Cho.
Mr. Diggory: Told you you’d feel sorry for me.
Fans: *secretly tear up*
“Moody”: Harry, come and tell me exactly how it felt to be touched by Voldemort.
Harry: I don’t want to talk about it. Hey, in fact I didn’t talk about it.
“Moody”: Oh crap, my botox injection stopped working.
Dumbledore: *smashes the door open* BOTOX IS UNNATURAL AND NOT ALLOWED IN THIS SCHOOL!
Crouch Jr.: What about tattoos?
McGonagall: Also not allowed. Off to Azkaban with you.
--
Dumbledore: Remember Cedric Diggory. The boy who was senseless enough to wonder somewhere with Harry Potter in the final scenes of the movie.
--
Harry: Sir, is there any advice you can give me?
Dumbledore: Sure, Harry. Remember that there’s a difference between doing what is right and what is easy. Like researching the character you are playing well or just putting on a costume and saying the lines however you like.
Harry: …
--
Hermione: Everything’s going to change now isn’t it?
Harry: ..Yes. But what I’m not sure about is how Fred and George will open their shop without me giving them the prize money.
People who haven’t read the book: What prize money?
Hermione: And how will Fleur and Bill ever get married if they don’t even meet?
People who haven’t read the book: Bill who?
Ron: Also, how exactly did Crouch Jr.--?
Newell: Hey, look, pretty horses in the sky!
Everyone: Oooh. Shiny.
THE END.
p.s. Real Moody in the Trunk: …Hello…?
[Edit: disclaimer (in bold) of sorts regarding influences.]
After reading the numerous spoofs of the first three movies {most notably m15m and Movie Puppet Theatre (both of which are among the must-visit Internet locations for the regular obsessed fan) so references, whether intended or not, are lurking everywhere in this entry}, I decided to write one for this movie myself :3
[Edit #2] Wah, totally forgot. I've only seen the movie once, but screencaps from this lj entry refreshed my memory. dj43 is amazing o_O