i'm not crying, mr. potter.
all i'm asking is thirty days more.
just a minute, son. just thirty short days. i'll dig up that five thousand somehow.
times are bad, mr. potter. a lot of these people are out of work.
i can't do that. these families have children.
but they're somebody's children.
well, all right.
mr. potter, what makes you such a hardskulled character? you have no family – no children. you can't begin to spend all the money you've got.
george, george.
run along.
all right, son, thanks. i'll talk to you tonight.