Dudley: Dad! Look! Harry’s got a letter!

Harry: Hey give it back! It’s mine!

Vernon: Yours? Who’d be writing to you?

Vernon: No more mail through this letterbox.

Petunia: Have a lovely day at the office, dear.

Vernon: Shoo! Go on!

Vernon: Fine day Sunday. In my opinion best day of the week. And why is that Dudley?
Harry: Because there’s no post on Sundays.
Vernon: Right you are Harry. No post on Sunday. Ha! No blasted letters today! No, sir! Not one single bloody letter! Not one! No sir, not one blasted, miserable…
Dudley: Make it stop, please!
Vernon: Stop it!
Dudley: Mummy what’s happening?
Vernon: Give me that! Give me that letter!

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H: Get off! They’re my letters! Let go of me!
V: That’s it! We’re going away, far away! Where they can’t find us!
Dud: Daddy’s gone mad hasn’t he?