def get_text_from_file(file):
file = open(file).readlines()
all_text = ""
for line in file:
all_text += line
all_text = all_text.replace("\n", " ")
all_text = all_text.replace("\'", "")
return all_text
all_text = get_text_from_file('HP1.txt')
import re
def get_ch1(all_text):
all_text = re.sub(r'[0-9]', '', all_text)
chapters = all_text.split('CHAPTER ')
ch1 = chapters[1]
return ch1
ch1 = get_ch1(all_text)
def get_dialogue(text):
return re.findall(r'"([^"]*)"', text)
ch1_dialogue = get_dialogue(ch1)
ch1_dialogue
['Little tyke,', 'The Potters, thats right, thats what I heard yes, their son, Harry', 'Sorry,', 'Dont be sorry, my dear sir, for nothing could upset me today! Rejoice, for You-Know-Who has gone at last! Even Muggles like yourself should be celebrating, this happy, happy day!', 'Shoo!', 'Wont!', 'And finally, bird-watchers everywhere have reported that the nations owls have been behaving very unusually today. Although owls normally hunt at night and are hardly ever seen in daylight, there have been hundreds of sightings of these birds flying in every direction since sunrise. Experts are unable to explain why the owls have suddenly changed their sleeping pattern.', 'Most mysterious. And now, over to Jim McGuffin with the weather. Going to be any more showers of owls tonight, Jim?', 'Well, Ted,', 'I dont know about that, but its not only the owls that have been acting oddly today. Viewers as far apart as Kent, Yorkshire, and Dundee have been phoning in to tell me that instead of the rain I promised yesterday, theyve had a downpour of shooting stars! Perhaps people have been celebrating Bonfire Night early -- its not until next week, folks! But I can promise a wet night tonight.', 'Er -- Petunia, dear -- you havent heard from your sister lately, have you?', 'No,', 'Why?', 'Funny stuff on the news,', 'Owls... shooting stars... and there were a lot of funny-looking people in town today...', 'So?', 'Well, I just thought... maybe... it was something to do with... you know... her crowd.', 'Potter.', 'Their son -- hed be about Dudleys age now, wouldnt he?', 'I suppose so,', 'Whats his name again? Howard, isnt it?', 'Harry. Nasty, common name, if you ask me.', 'Oh, yes,', 'Yes, I quite agree.', 'I should have known.', 'Fancy seeing you here, Professor McGonagall.', 'How did you know it was me?', 'My dear Professor, I ve never seen a cat sit so stiffly.', 'Youd be stiff if youd been sitting on a brick wall all day,', 'All day? When you could have been celebrating? I must have passed a dozen feasts and parties on my way here.', 'Oh yes, everyones celebrating, all right,', 'Youd think theyd be a bit more careful, but no -- even the Muggles have noticed somethings going on. It was on their news.', 'I heard it. Flocks of owls... shooting stars.... Well, theyre not completely stupid. They were bound to notice something. Shooting stars down in Kent -- Ill bet that was Dedalus Diggle. He never had much sense.', 'You cant blame them,', 'Weve had precious little to celebrate for eleven years.', 'I know that,', 'But thats no reason to lose our heads. People are being downright careless, out on the streets in broad daylight, not even dressed in Muggle clothes, swapping rumors.', 'A fine thing it would be if, on the very day YouKnow-Who seems to have disappeared at last, the Muggles found out about us all. I suppose he really has gone, Dumbledore?', 'It certainly seems so,', 'We have much to be thankful for. Would you care for a lemon drop?', 'A what?', 'A lemon drop. Theyre a kind of Muggle sweet Im rather fond of', 'No, thank you,', 'As I say, even if You-Know-Who has gone -', 'My dear Professor, surely a sensible person like yourself can call him by his name? All this You- Know-Who nonsense -- for eleven years I have been trying to persuade people to call him by his proper name: Voldemort.', 'It all gets so confusing if we keep saying You-Know-Who. I have never seen any reason to be frightened of saying Voldemorts name. ', 'But youre different. Everyone knows youre the only one You-Know- oh, all right, Voldemort, was frightened of.', 'You flatter me,', 'Voldemort had powers I will never have.', 'Only because youre too -- well -- noble to use them.', 'Its lucky its dark. I havent blushed so much since Madam Pomfrey told me she liked my new earmuffs.', 'The owls are nothing next to the rumors that are flying around. You know what everyones saying? About why hes disappeared? About what finally stopped him?', 'everyone', 'What theyre saying,', 'is that last night Voldemort turned up in Godrics Hollow. He went to find the Potters. The rumor is that Lily and James Potter are -- are -- that theyre -- dead. ', 'Lily and James... I cant believe it... I didnt want to believe it... Oh, Albus...', 'I know... I know...', 'Thats not all. Theyre saying he tried to kill the Potters son, Harry. But -- he couldnt. He couldnt kill that little boy. No one knows why, or how, but theyre saying that when he couldnt kill Harry Potter, Voldemorts power somehow broke -- and thats why hes gone. Dumbledore nodded glumly. ', ' faltered Professor McGonagall. ', ' ', ' said Dumbledore. ', ' Professor McGonagall pulled out a lace handkerchief and dabbed at her eyes beneath her spectacles. Dumbledore gave a great sniff as he took a golden watch from his pocket and examined it. It was a very odd watch. It had twelve hands but no numbers; instead, little planets were moving around the edge. It must have made sense to Dumbledore, though, because he put it back in his pocket and said, ', ' ', ' said Professor McGonagall. ', ' ', ' ', ' cried Professor McGonagall, jumping to her feet and pointing at number four. ', ' ', ' said Dumbledore firmly. ', ' ', ' repeated Professor McGonagall faintly, sitting back down on the wall. ', ' ', ' said Dumbledore, looking very seriously over the top of his half-moon glasses. ', ' Professor McGonagall opened her mouth, changed her mind, swallowed, and then said, ', ' She eyed his cloak suddenly as though she thought he might be hiding Harry underneath it. ', ' ', ' I would trust Hagrid with my life,', 'Im not saying his heart isnt in the right place,', 'but you cant pretend hes not careless. He does tend to -- what was that?', 'Hagrid,', 'At last. And where did you get that motorcycle?', 'Borrowed it, Professor Dumbledore, sit,', 'Young Sirius Black lent it to me. Ive got him, sir.', 'No problems, were there?', 'No, sir -- house was almost destroyed, but I got him out all right before the Muggles started swarmin around. He fell asleep as we was flyin over Bristol.', 'Is that where -?', 'Yes,', 'Hell have that scar forever.', 'Couldnt you do something about it, Dumbledore?', 'Even if I could, I wouldnt. Scars can come in handy. I have one myself above my left knee that is a perfect map of the London Underground. Well -- give him here, Hagrid -- wed better get this over with.', 'Could I -- could I say good-bye to him, sir?', 'Shhh!', 'youll wake the Muggles!', 'S-s-sorry,', 'But I c-c-cant stand it -- Lily an James dead -- an poor little Harry off ter live with Muggles -', 'Yes, yes, its all very sad, but get a grip on yourself, Hagrid, or well be found,', 'Well,', 'thats that. Weve no business staying here. We may as well go and join the celebrations.', 'Yeah,', 'Ill be takin Sirius his bike back. Gnight, Professor McGonagall -- Professor Dumbledore, sir.', 'I shall see you soon, I expect, Professor McGonagall,', 'Good luck, Harry,', 'To Harry Potter -- the boy who lived!']
But oh no!! All of a sudden it started getting everything AFTER the quote!! Let's investigate.
Ah ha! After doing a regex search in sublime, it's clear there is no closing quote here
Professor McGonagall's voice trembled as she went on. "That's not all. They're saying he tried to kill the Potter's son, Harry. But -- he couldn't. He couldn't kill that little boy. No one knows why, or how, but they're saying that when he couldn't kill Harry Potter, Voldemort's power somehow broke -- and that's why he's gone.
Dumbledore nodded glumly.
(OK so for this first step, I just went back in and added it manually and saved a new file as HP1_clean.txt)
---- ANNNND we found another few instances (line 345 in HP1_clean)
all_text = get_text_from_file('HP1_clean.txt')
ch1 = get_ch1(all_text)
ch1_dialogue_clean = get_dialogue(ch1)
ch1_dialogue_clean
['Little tyke,', 'The Potters, thats right, thats what I heard yes, their son, Harry', 'Sorry,', 'Dont be sorry, my dear sir, for nothing could upset me today! Rejoice, for You-Know-Who has gone at last! Even Muggles like yourself should be celebrating, this happy, happy day!', 'Shoo!', 'Wont!', 'And finally, bird-watchers everywhere have reported that the nations owls have been behaving very unusually today. Although owls normally hunt at night and are hardly ever seen in daylight, there have been hundreds of sightings of these birds flying in every direction since sunrise. Experts are unable to explain why the owls have suddenly changed their sleeping pattern.', 'Most mysterious. And now, over to Jim McGuffin with the weather. Going to be any more showers of owls tonight, Jim?', 'Well, Ted,', 'I dont know about that, but its not only the owls that have been acting oddly today. Viewers as far apart as Kent, Yorkshire, and Dundee have been phoning in to tell me that instead of the rain I promised yesterday, theyve had a downpour of shooting stars! Perhaps people have been celebrating Bonfire Night early -- its not until next week, folks! But I can promise a wet night tonight.', 'Er -- Petunia, dear -- you havent heard from your sister lately, have you?', 'No,', 'Why?', 'Funny stuff on the news,', 'Owls... shooting stars... and there were a lot of funny-looking people in town today...', 'So?', 'Well, I just thought... maybe... it was something to do with... you know... her crowd.', 'Potter.', 'Their son -- hed be about Dudleys age now, wouldnt he?', 'I suppose so,', 'Whats his name again? Howard, isnt it?', 'Harry. Nasty, common name, if you ask me.', 'Oh, yes,', 'Yes, I quite agree.', 'I should have known.', 'Fancy seeing you here, Professor McGonagall.', 'How did you know it was me?', 'My dear Professor, I ve never seen a cat sit so stiffly.', 'Youd be stiff if youd been sitting on a brick wall all day,', 'All day? When you could have been celebrating? I must have passed a dozen feasts and parties on my way here.', 'Oh yes, everyones celebrating, all right,', 'Youd think theyd be a bit more careful, but no -- even the Muggles have noticed somethings going on. It was on their news.', 'I heard it. Flocks of owls... shooting stars.... Well, theyre not completely stupid. They were bound to notice something. Shooting stars down in Kent -- Ill bet that was Dedalus Diggle. He never had much sense.', 'You cant blame them,', 'Weve had precious little to celebrate for eleven years.', 'I know that,', 'But thats no reason to lose our heads. People are being downright careless, out on the streets in broad daylight, not even dressed in Muggle clothes, swapping rumors.', 'A fine thing it would be if, on the very day YouKnow-Who seems to have disappeared at last, the Muggles found out about us all. I suppose he really has gone, Dumbledore?', 'It certainly seems so,', 'We have much to be thankful for. Would you care for a lemon drop?', 'A what?', 'A lemon drop. Theyre a kind of Muggle sweet Im rather fond of', 'No, thank you,', 'As I say, even if You-Know-Who has gone -', 'My dear Professor, surely a sensible person like yourself can call him by his name? All this You- Know-Who nonsense -- for eleven years I have been trying to persuade people to call him by his proper name: Voldemort.', 'It all gets so confusing if we keep saying You-Know-Who. I have never seen any reason to be frightened of saying Voldemorts name. ', 'But youre different. Everyone knows youre the only one You-Know- oh, all right, Voldemort, was frightened of.', 'You flatter me,', 'Voldemort had powers I will never have.', 'Only because youre too -- well -- noble to use them.', 'Its lucky its dark. I havent blushed so much since Madam Pomfrey told me she liked my new earmuffs.', 'The owls are nothing next to the rumors that are flying around. You know what everyones saying? About why hes disappeared? About what finally stopped him?', 'everyone', 'What theyre saying,', 'is that last night Voldemort turned up in Godrics Hollow. He went to find the Potters. The rumor is that Lily and James Potter are -- are -- that theyre -- dead. ', 'Lily and James... I cant believe it... I didnt want to believe it... Oh, Albus...', 'I know... I know...', 'Thats not all. Theyre saying he tried to kill the Potters son, Harry. But -- he couldnt. He couldnt kill that little boy. No one knows why, or how, but theyre saying that when he couldnt kill Harry Potter, Voldemorts power somehow broke -- and thats why hes gone.', 'Its -- its true?', 'After all hes done... all the people hes killed... he couldnt kill a little boy? Its just astounding... of all the things to stop him... but how in the name of heaven did Harry survive?', 'We can only guess,', 'We may never know.', 'Hagrids late. I suppose it was he who told you Id be here, by the way?', 'Yes,', 'And I dont suppose youre going to tell me why youre here, of all places?', 'Ive come to bring Harry to his aunt and uncle. Theyre the only family he has left now.', 'You dont mean -- you cant mean the people who live here?', 'Dumbledore -- you cant. Ive been watching them all day. You couldnt find two people who are less like us. And theyve got this son -- I saw him kicking his mother all the way up the street, screaming for sweets. Harry Potter come and live here!', 'Its the best place for him,', 'His aunt and uncle will be able to explain everything to him when hes older. Ive written them a letter.', 'A letter?', 'Really, Dumbledore, you think you can explain all this in a letter? These people will never understand him! Hell be famous -- a legend -- I wouldnt be surprised if today was known as Harry Potter day in the future -- there will be books written about Harry -- every child in our world will know his name!', 'Exactly,', 'It would be enough to turn any boys head. Famous before he can walk and talk! Famous for something he wont even remember! CarA you see how much better off hell be, growing up away from all that until hes ready to take it?', 'Yes -- yes, youre right, of course. But how is the boy getting here, Dumbledore?', 'Hagrids bringing him.', 'You think it -- wise -- to trust Hagrid with something as important as this?', 'I would trust Hagrid with my life,', 'Im not saying his heart isnt in the right place,', 'but you cant pretend hes not careless. He does tend to -- what was that?', 'Hagrid,', 'At last. And where did you get that motorcycle?', 'Borrowed it, Professor Dumbledore, sit,', 'Young Sirius Black lent it to me. Ive got him, sir.', 'No problems, were there?', 'No, sir -- house was almost destroyed, but I got him out all right before the Muggles started swarmin around. He fell asleep as we was flyin over Bristol.', 'Is that where -?', 'Yes,', 'Hell have that scar forever.', 'Couldnt you do something about it, Dumbledore?', 'Even if I could, I wouldnt. Scars can come in handy. I have one myself above my left knee that is a perfect map of the London Underground. Well -- give him here, Hagrid -- wed better get this over with.', 'Could I -- could I say good-bye to him, sir?', 'Shhh!', 'youll wake the Muggles!', 'S-s-sorry,', 'But I c-c-cant stand it -- Lily an James dead -- an poor little Harry off ter live with Muggles -', 'Yes, yes, its all very sad, but get a grip on yourself, Hagrid, or well be found,', 'Well,', 'thats that. Weve no business staying here. We may as well go and join the celebrations.', 'Yeah,', 'Ill be takin Sirius his bike back. Gnight, Professor McGonagall -- Professor Dumbledore, sir.', 'I shall see you soon, I expect, Professor McGonagall,', 'Good luck, Harry,', 'To Harry Potter -- the boy who lived!']
def get_capitalized_words(text):
cap_words = re.findall(r'[A-Z]\w*\s', text)
return [word for word in cap_words if len(word) > 4]
ch1_dialogue = get_capitalized_words(ch1)
ch1_dialogue
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def get_capitalized_words(text):
return re.findall(r'\,\"(.*)', text)
ch1_dialogue = get_capitalized_words(ch1)
ch1_dialogue
[' chortled Mr. Dursley as he left the house. He got into his car and backed out of number fours drive. It was on the corner of the street that he noticed the first sign of something peculiar -- a cat reading a map. For a second, Mr. Dursley didnt realize what he had seen -- then he jerked his head around to look again. There was a tabby cat standing on the corner of Privet Drive, but there wasnt a map in sight. What could he have been thinking of? It must have been a trick of the light. Mr. Dursley blinked and stared at the cat. It stared back. As Mr. Dursley drove around the corner and up the road, he watched the cat in his mirror. It was now reading the sign that said Privet Drive -- no, looking at the sign; cats couldnt read maps or signs. Mr. Dursley gave himself a little shake and put the cat out of his mind. As he drove toward town he thought of nothing except a large order of drills he was hoping to get that day. But on the edge of town, drills were driven out of his mind by something else. As he sat in the usual morning traffic jam, he couldnt help noticing that there seemed to be a lot of strangely dressed people about. People in cloaks. Mr. Dursley couldnt bear people who dressed in funny clothes -- the getups you saw on young people! He supposed this was some stupid new fashion. He drummed his fingers on the steering wheel and his eyes fell on a huddle of these weirdos standing quite close by. They were whispering excitedly together. Mr. Dursley was enraged to see that a couple of them werent young at all; why, that man had to be older than he was, and wearing an emerald-green cloak! The nerve of him! But then it struck Mr. Dursley that this was probably some silly stunt -- these people were obviously collecting for something... yes, that would be it. The traffic moved on and a few minutes later, Mr. Dursley arrived in the Grunnings parking lot, his mind back on drills. Mr. Dursley always sat with his back to the window in his office on the ninth floor. If he hadnt, he might have found it harder to concentrate on drills that morning. He didnt see the owls swoop ing past in broad daylight, though people down in the street did; they pointed and gazed open- mouthed as owl after owl sped overhead. Most of them had never seen an owl even at nighttime. Mr. Dursley, however, had a perfectly normal, owl-free morning. He yelled at five different people. He made several important telephone calls and shouted a bit more. He was in a very good mood until lunchtime, when he thought hed stretch his legs and walk across the road to buy himself a bun from the bakery. Hed forgotten all about the people in cloaks until he passed a group of them next to the bakers. He eyed them angrily as he passed. He didnt know why, but they made him uneasy. This bunch were whispering excitedly, too, and he couldnt see a single collecting tin. It was on his way back past them, clutching a large doughnut in a bag, that he caught a few words of what they were saying. "The Potters, thats right, thats what I heard yes, their son, Harry" Mr. Dursley stopped dead. Fear flooded him. He looked back at the whisperers as if he wanted to say something to them, but thought better of it. He dashed back across the road, hurried up to his office, snapped at his secretary not to disturb him, seized his telephone, and had almost finished dialing his home number when he changed his mind. He put the receiver back down and stroked his mustache, thinking... no, he was being stupid. Potter wasnt such an unusual name. He was sure there were lots of people called Potter who had a son called Harry. Come to think of it, he wasnt even sure his nephew was called Harry. Hed never even seen the boy. It might have been Harvey. Or Harold. There was no point in worrying Mrs. Dursley; she always got so upset at any mention of her sister. He didnt blame her -- if hed had a sister like that... but all the same, those people in cloaks... He found it a lot harder to concentrate on drills that afternoon and when he left the building at five oclock, he was still so worried that he walked straight into someone just outside the door. "Sorry," he grunted, as the tiny old man stumbled and almost fell. It was a few seconds before Mr. Dursley realized that the man was wearing a violet cloak. He didnt seem at all upset at being almost knocked to the ground. On the contrary, his face split into a wide smile and he said in a squeaky voice that made passersby stare, "Dont be sorry, my dear sir, for nothing could upset me today! Rejoice, for You-Know-Who has gone at last! Even Muggles like yourself should be celebrating, this happy, happy day!" And the old man hugged Mr. Dursley around the middle and walked off. Mr. Dursley stood rooted to the spot. He had been hugged by a complete stranger. He also thought he had been called a Muggle, whatever that was. He was rattled. He hurried to his car and set off for home, hoping he was imagining things, which he had never hoped before, because he didnt approve of imagination. As he pulled into the driveway of number four, the first thing he saw -- and it didnt improve his mood -- was the tabby cat hed spotted that morning. It was now sitting on his garden wall. He was sure it was the same one; it had the same markings around its eyes. "Shoo!" said Mr. Dursley loudly. The cat didnt move. It just gave him a stern look. Was this normal cat behavior? Mr. Dursley wondered. Trying to pull himself together, he let himself into the house. He was still determined not to mention anything to his wife. Mrs. Dursley had had a nice, normal day. She told him over dinner all about Mrs. Next Doors problems with her daughter and how Dudley had learned a new word ("Wont!"). Mr. Dursley tried to act normally. When Dudley had been put to bed, he went into the living room in time to catch the last report on the evening news: "And finally, bird-watchers everywhere have reported that the nations owls have been behaving very unusually today. Although owls normally hunt at night and are hardly ever seen in daylight, there have been hundreds of sightings of these birds flying in every direction since sunrise. Experts are unable to explain why the owls have suddenly changed their sleeping pattern." The newscaster allowed himself a grin. "Most mysterious. And now, over to Jim McGuffin with the weather. Going to be any more showers of owls tonight, Jim?" "Well, Ted," said the weatherman, "I dont know about that, but its not only the owls that have been acting oddly today. Viewers as far apart as Kent, Yorkshire, and Dundee have been phoning in to tell me that instead of the rain I promised yesterday, theyve had a downpour of shooting stars! Perhaps people have been celebrating Bonfire Night early -- its not until next week, folks! But I can promise a wet night tonight." Mr. Dursley sat frozen in his armchair. Shooting stars all over Britain? Owls flying by daylight? Mysterious people in cloaks all over the place? And a whisper, a whisper about the Potters... Mrs. Dursley came into the living room carrying two cups of tea. It was no good. Hed have to say something to her. He cleared his throat nervously. "Er -- Petunia, dear -- you havent heard from your sister lately, have you?" As he had expected, Mrs. Dursley looked shocked and angry. After all, they normally pretended she didnt have a sister. "No," she said sharply. "Why?" "Funny stuff on the news," Mr. Dursley mumbled. "Owls... shooting stars... and there were a lot of funny-looking people in town today..." "So?" snapped Mrs. Dursley. "Well, I just thought... maybe... it was something to do with... you know... her crowd." Mrs. Dursley sipped her tea through pursed lips. Mr. Dursley wondered whether he dared tell her hed heard the name "Potter." He decided he didnt dare. Instead he said, as casually as he could, "Their son -- hed be about Dudleys age now, wouldnt he?" "I suppose so," said Mrs. Dursley stiffly. "Whats his name again? Howard, isnt it?" "Harry. Nasty, common name, if you ask me." "Oh, yes," said Mr. Dursley, his heart sinking horribly. "Yes, I quite agree." He didnt say another word on the subject as they went upstairs to bed. While Mrs. Dursley was in the bathroom, Mr. Dursley crept to the bedroom window and peered down into the front garden. The cat was still there. It was staring down Privet Drive as though it were waiting for something. Was he imagining things? Could all this have anything to do with the Potters? If it did... if it got out that they were related to a pair of -- well, he didnt think he could bear it. The Dursleys got into bed. Mrs. Dursley fell asleep quickly but Mr. Dursley lay awake, turning it all over in his mind. His last, comforting thought before he fell asleep was that even if the Potters were involved, there was no reason for them to come near him and Mrs. Dursley. The Potters knew very well what he and Petunia thought about them and their kind.... He couldnt see how he and Petunia could get mixed up in anything that might be going on -- he yawned and turned over -- it couldnt affect them.... How very wrong he was. Mr. Dursley might have been drifting into an uneasy sleep, but the cat on the wall outside was showing no sign of sleepiness. It was sitting as still as a statue, its eyes fixed unblinkingly on the far corner of Privet Drive. It didnt so much as quiver when a car door slammed on the next street, nor when two owls swooped overhead. In fact, it was nearly midnight before the cat moved at all. A man appeared on the corner the cat had been watching, appeared so suddenly and silently youd have thought hed just popped out of the ground. The cats tail twitched and its eyes narrowed. Nothing like this man had ever been seen on Privet Drive. He was tall, thin, and very old, judging by the silver of his hair and beard, which were both long enough to tuck into his belt. He was wearing long robes, a purple cloak that swept the ground, and high-heeled, buckled boots. His blue eyes were light, bright, and sparkling behind half-moon spectacles and his nose was very long and crooked, as though it had been broken at least twice. This mans name was Albus Dumbledore. Albus Dumbledore didnt seem to realize that he had just arrived in a street where everything from his name to his boots was unwelcome. He was busy rummaging in his cloak, looking for something. But he did seem to realize he was being watched, because he looked up suddenly at the cat, which was still staring at him from the other end of the street. For some reason, the sight of the cat seemed to amuse him. He chuckled and muttered, "I should have known." He found what he was looking for in his inside pocket. It seemed to be a silver cigarette lighter. He flicked it open, held it up in the air, and clicked it. The nearest street lamp went out with a little pop. He clicked it again -- the next lamp flickered into darkness. Twelve times he clicked the Put-Outer, until the only lights left on the whole street were two tiny pinpricks in the distance, which were the eyes of the cat watching him. If anyone looked out of their window now, even beady-eyed Mrs. Dursley, they wouldnt be able to see anything that was happening down on the pavement. Dumbledore slipped the Put-Outer back inside his cloak and set off down the street toward number four, where he sat down on the wall next to the cat. He didnt look at it, but after a moment he spoke to it. "Fancy seeing you here, Professor McGonagall." He turned to smile at the tabby, but it had gone. Instead he was smiling at a rather severe-looking woman who was wearing square glasses exactly the shape of the markings the cat had had around its eyes. She, too, was wearing a cloak, an emerald one. Her black hair was drawn into a tight bun. She looked distinctly ruffled. "How did you know it was me?" she asked. "My dear Professor, I ve never seen a cat sit so stiffly." "Youd be stiff if youd been sitting on a brick wall all day," said Professor McGonagall. "All day? When you could have been celebrating? I must have passed a dozen feasts and parties on my way here." Professor McGonagall sniffed angrily. "Oh yes, everyones celebrating, all right," she said impatiently. "Youd think theyd be a bit more careful, but no -- even the Muggles have noticed somethings going on. It was on their news." She jerked her head back at the Dursleys dark living-room window. "I heard it. Flocks of owls... shooting stars.... Well, theyre not completely stupid. They were bound to notice something. Shooting stars down in Kent -- Ill bet that was Dedalus Diggle. He never had much sense." "You cant blame them," said Dumbledore gently. "Weve had precious little to celebrate for eleven years." "I know that," said Professor McGonagall irritably. "But thats no reason to lose our heads. People are being downright careless, out on the streets in broad daylight, not even dressed in Muggle clothes, swapping rumors." She threw a sharp, sideways glance at Dumbledore here, as though hoping he was going to tell her something, but he didnt, so she went on. "A fine thing it would be if, on the very day YouKnow-Who seems to have disappeared at last, the Muggles found out about us all. I suppose he really has gone, Dumbledore?" "It certainly seems so," said Dumbledore. "We have much to be thankful for. Would you care for a lemon drop?" "A what?" "A lemon drop. Theyre a kind of Muggle sweet Im rather fond of" "No, thank you," said Professor McGonagall coldly, as though she didnt think this was the moment for lemon drops. "As I say, even if You-Know-Who has gone -" "My dear Professor, surely a sensible person like yourself can call him by his name? All this You- Know-Who nonsense -- for eleven years I have been trying to persuade people to call him by his proper name: Voldemort." Professor McGonagall flinched, but Dumbledore, who was unsticking two lemon drops, seemed not to notice. "It all gets so confusing if we keep saying You-Know-Who. I have never seen any reason to be frightened of saying Voldemorts name. "I know you haven t, said Professor McGonagall, sounding half exasperated, half admiring. "But youre different. Everyone knows youre the only one You-Know- oh, all right, Voldemort, was frightened of." "You flatter me," said Dumbledore calmly. "Voldemort had powers I will never have." "Only because youre too -- well -- noble to use them." "Its lucky its dark. I havent blushed so much since Madam Pomfrey told me she liked my new earmuffs." Professor McGonagall shot a sharp look at Dumbledore and said, "The owls are nothing next to the rumors that are flying around. You know what everyones saying? About why hes disappeared? About what finally stopped him?" It seemed that Professor McGonagall had reached the point she was most anxious to discuss, the real reason she had been waiting on a cold, hard wall all day, for neither as a cat nor as a woman had she fixed Dumbledore with such a piercing stare as she did now. It was plain that whatever "everyone" was saying, she was not going to believe it until Dumbledore told her it was true. Dumbledore, however, was choosing another lemon drop and did not answer. "What theyre saying," she pressed on, "is that last night Voldemort turned up in Godrics Hollow. He went to find the Potters. The rumor is that Lily and James Potter are -- are -- that theyre -- dead. " Dumbledore bowed his head. Professor McGonagall gasped. "Lily and James... I cant believe it... I didnt want to believe it... Oh, Albus..." Dumbledore reached out and patted her on the shoulder. "I know... I know..." he said heavily. Professor McGonagalls voice trembled as she went on. "Thats not all. Theyre saying he tried to kill the Potters son, Harry. But -- he couldnt. He couldnt kill that little boy. No one knows why, or how, but theyre saying that when he couldnt kill Harry Potter, Voldemorts power somehow broke -- and thats why hes gone." Dumbledore nodded glumly. "Its -- its true?" faltered Professor McGonagall. "After all hes done... all the people hes killed... he couldnt kill a little boy? Its just astounding... of all the things to stop him... but how in the name of heaven did Harry survive?" "We can only guess," said Dumbledore. "We may never know." Professor McGonagall pulled out a lace handkerchief and dabbed at her eyes beneath her spectacles. Dumbledore gave a great sniff as he took a golden watch from his pocket and examined it. It was a very odd watch. It had twelve hands but no numbers; instead, little planets were moving around the edge. It must have made sense to Dumbledore, though, because he put it back in his pocket and said, "Hagrids late. I suppose it was he who told you Id be here, by the way?" "Yes," said Professor McGonagall. "And I dont suppose youre going to tell me why youre here, of all places?" "Ive come to bring Harry to his aunt and uncle. Theyre the only family he has left now." "You dont mean -- you cant mean the people who live here?" cried Professor McGonagall, jumping to her feet and pointing at number four. "Dumbledore -- you cant. Ive been watching them all day. You couldnt find two people who are less like us. And theyve got this son -- I saw him kicking his mother all the way up the street, screaming for sweets. Harry Potter come and live here!" "Its the best place for him," said Dumbledore firmly. "His aunt and uncle will be able to explain everything to him when hes older. Ive written them a letter." "A letter?" repeated Professor McGonagall faintly, sitting back down on the wall. "Really, Dumbledore, you think you can explain all this in a letter? These people will never understand him! Hell be famous -- a legend -- I wouldnt be surprised if today was known as Harry Potter day in the future -- there will be books written about Harry -- every child in our world will know his name!" "Exactly," said Dumbledore, looking very seriously over the top of his half-moon glasses. "It would be enough to turn any boys head. Famous before he can walk and talk! Famous for something he wont even remember! CarA you see how much better off hell be, growing up away from all that until hes ready to take it?" Professor McGonagall opened her mouth, changed her mind, swallowed, and then said, "Yes -- yes, youre right, of course. But how is the boy getting here, Dumbledore?" She eyed his cloak suddenly as though she thought he might be hiding Harry underneath it. "Hagrids bringing him." "You think it -- wise -- to trust Hagrid with something as important as this?" "I would trust Hagrid with my life," said Dumbledore. "Im not saying his heart isnt in the right place," said Professor McGonagall grudgingly, "but you cant pretend hes not careless. He does tend to -- what was that?" A low rumbling sound had broken the silence around them. It grew steadily louder as they looked up and down the street for some sign of a headlight; it swelled to a roar as they both looked up at the sky -- and a huge motorcycle fell out of the air and landed on the road in front of them. If the motorcycle was huge, it was nothing to the man sitting astride it. He was almost twice as tall as a normal man and at least five times as wide. He looked simply too big to be allowed, and so wild - long tangles of bushy black hair and beard hid most of his face, he had hands the size of trash can lids, and his feet in their leather boots were like baby dolphins. In his vast, muscular arms he was holding a bundle of blankets. "Hagrid," said Dumbledore, sounding relieved. "At last. And where did you get that motorcycle?" "Borrowed it, Professor Dumbledore, sit," said the giant, climbing carefully off the motorcycle as he spoke. "Young Sirius Black lent it to me. Ive got him, sir." "No problems, were there?" "No, sir -- house was almost destroyed, but I got him out all right before the Muggles started swarmin around. He fell asleep as we was flyin over Bristol." Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall bent forward over the bundle of blankets. Inside, just visible, was a baby boy, fast asleep. Under a tuft of jet-black hair over his forehead they could see a curiously shaped cut, like a bolt of lightning. "Is that where -?" whispered Professor McGonagall. "Yes," said Dumbledore. "Hell have that scar forever." "Couldnt you do something about it, Dumbledore?" "Even if I could, I wouldnt. Scars can come in handy. I have one myself above my left knee that is a perfect map of the London Underground. Well -- give him here, Hagrid -- wed better get this over with." Dumbledore took Harry in his arms and turned toward the Dursleys house. "Could I -- could I say good-bye to him, sir?" asked Hagrid. He bent his great, shaggy head over Harry and gave him what must have been a very scratchy, whiskery kiss. Then, suddenly, Hagrid let out a howl like a wounded dog. "Shhh!" hissed Professor McGonagall, "youll wake the Muggles!" "S-s-sorry," sobbed Hagrid, taking out a large, spotted handkerchief and burying his face in it. "But I c-c-cant stand it -- Lily an James dead -- an poor little Harry off ter live with Muggles -" "Yes, yes, its all very sad, but get a grip on yourself, Hagrid, or well be found," Professor McGonagall whispered, patting Hagrid gingerly on the arm as Dumbledore stepped over the low garden wall and walked to the front door. He laid Harry gently on the doorstep, took a letter out of his cloak, tucked it inside Harrys blankets, and then came back to the other two. For a full minute the three of them stood and looked at the little bundle; Hagrids shoulders shook, Professor McGonagall blinked furiously, and the twinkling light that usually shone from Dumbledores eyes seemed to have gone out. "Well," said Dumbledore finally, "thats that. Weve no business staying here. We may as well go and join the celebrations." "Yeah," said Hagrid in a very muffled voice, "Ill be takin Sirius his bike back. Gnight, Professor McGonagall -- Professor Dumbledore, sir." Wiping his streaming eyes on his jacket sleeve, Hagrid swung himself onto the motorcycle and kicked the engine into life; with a roar it rose into the air and off into the night. "I shall see you soon, I expect, Professor McGonagall," said Dumbledore, nodding to her. Professor McGonagall blew her nose in reply. Dumbledore turned and walked back down the street. On the corner he stopped and took out the silver Put-Outer. He clicked it once, and twelve balls of light sped back to their street lamps so that Privet Drive glowed suddenly orange and he could make out a tabby cat slinking around the corner at the other end of the street. He could just see the bundle of blankets on the step of number four. "Good luck, Harry," he murmured. He turned on his heel and with a swish of his cloak, he was gone. A breeze ruffled the neat hedges of Privet Drive, which lay silent and tidy under the inky sky, the very last place you would expect astonishing things to happen. Harry Potter rolled over inside his blankets without waking up. One small hand closed on the letter beside him and he slept on, not knowing he was special, not knowing he was famous, not knowing he would be woken in a few hours time by Mrs. Dursleys scream as she opened the front door to put out the milk bottles, nor that he would spend the next few weeks being prodded and pinched by his cousin Dudley... He couldnt know that at this very moment, people meeting in secret all over the country were holding up their glasses and saying in hushed voices: "To Harry Potter -- the boy who lived!" ']
ch1 = ch1.replace('Mr. ', 'Mr')
ch1 = ch1.replace('Mrs. ', 'Mrs')
def get_capitalized_words(text):
return re.findall(r'(?<=\,\").*?(?=\.)', text)
ch1_dialogue = get_capitalized_words(ch1)
ch1_dialogue
[' chortled MrDursley as he left the house', ' he grunted, as the tiny old man stumbled and almost fell', ' said the weatherman, "I dont know about that, but its not only the owls that have been acting oddly today', ' she said sharply', ' MrDursley mumbled', ' said MrsDursley stiffly', ' said MrDursley, his heart sinking horribly', ' said Professor McGonagall', ' she said impatiently', ' said Dumbledore gently', ' said Professor McGonagall irritably', ' said Dumbledore', ' said Professor McGonagall coldly, as though she didnt think this was the moment for lemon drops', ' said Dumbledore calmly', ' she pressed on, "is that last night Voldemort turned up in Godrics Hollow', ' said Dumbledore', ' said Professor McGonagall', ' said Dumbledore firmly', ' said Dumbledore, looking very seriously over the top of his half-moon glasses', ' said Dumbledore', ' said Professor McGonagall grudgingly, "but you cant pretend hes not careless', ' said Dumbledore, sounding relieved', ' said the giant, climbing carefully off the motorcycle as he spoke', ' said Dumbledore', ' sobbed Hagrid, taking out a large, spotted handkerchief and burying his face in it', ' Professor McGonagall whispered, patting Hagrid gingerly on the arm as Dumbledore stepped over the low garden wall and walked to the front door', ' said Dumbledore finally, "thats that', ' said Hagrid in a very muffled voice, "Ill be takin Sirius his bike back', ' said Dumbledore, nodding to her', ' he murmured']
WOW!! That actually looks great!! But... it looks a little short...
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104
Oh dear! That's a pretty big discrepency (discrepancy?)
for line in ch1_dialogue_clean:
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ACTOR: Little tyke, -- ACTOR: The Potters, thats right, thats what I heard yes, their son, Harry -- ACTOR: Sorry, -- ACTOR: Dont be sorry, my dear sir, for nothing could upset me today! Rejoice, for You-Know-Who has gone at last! Even Muggles like yourself should be celebrating, this happy, happy day! -- ACTOR: Shoo! -- ACTOR: Wont! -- ACTOR: And finally, bird-watchers everywhere have reported that the nations owls have been behaving very unusually today. Although owls normally hunt at night and are hardly ever seen in daylight, there have been hundreds of sightings of these birds flying in every direction since sunrise. Experts are unable to explain why the owls have suddenly changed their sleeping pattern. -- ACTOR: Most mysterious. And now, over to Jim McGuffin with the weather. Going to be any more showers of owls tonight, Jim? -- ACTOR: Well, Ted, -- ACTOR: I dont know about that, but its not only the owls that have been acting oddly today. Viewers as far apart as Kent, Yorkshire, and Dundee have been phoning in to tell me that instead of the rain I promised yesterday, theyve had a downpour of shooting stars! Perhaps people have been celebrating Bonfire Night early -- its not until next week, folks! But I can promise a wet night tonight. -- ACTOR: Er -- Petunia, dear -- you havent heard from your sister lately, have you? -- ACTOR: No, -- ACTOR: Why? -- ACTOR: Funny stuff on the news, -- ACTOR: Owls... shooting stars... and there were a lot of funny-looking people in town today... -- ACTOR: So? -- ACTOR: Well, I just thought... maybe... it was something to do with... you know... her crowd. -- ACTOR: Potter. -- ACTOR: Their son -- hed be about Dudleys age now, wouldnt he? -- ACTOR: I suppose so, -- ACTOR: Whats his name again? Howard, isnt it? -- ACTOR: Harry. Nasty, common name, if you ask me. -- ACTOR: Oh, yes, -- ACTOR: Yes, I quite agree. -- ACTOR: I should have known. -- ACTOR: Fancy seeing you here, Professor McGonagall. -- ACTOR: How did you know it was me? -- ACTOR: My dear Professor, I ve never seen a cat sit so stiffly. -- ACTOR: Youd be stiff if youd been sitting on a brick wall all day, -- ACTOR: All day? When you could have been celebrating? I must have passed a dozen feasts and parties on my way here. -- ACTOR: Oh yes, everyones celebrating, all right, -- ACTOR: Youd think theyd be a bit more careful, but no -- even the Muggles have noticed somethings going on. It was on their news. -- ACTOR: I heard it. Flocks of owls... shooting stars.... Well, theyre not completely stupid. They were bound to notice something. Shooting stars down in Kent -- Ill bet that was Dedalus Diggle. He never had much sense. -- ACTOR: You cant blame them, -- ACTOR: Weve had precious little to celebrate for eleven years. -- ACTOR: I know that, -- ACTOR: But thats no reason to lose our heads. People are being downright careless, out on the streets in broad daylight, not even dressed in Muggle clothes, swapping rumors. -- ACTOR: A fine thing it would be if, on the very day YouKnow-Who seems to have disappeared at last, the Muggles found out about us all. I suppose he really has gone, Dumbledore? -- ACTOR: It certainly seems so, -- ACTOR: We have much to be thankful for. Would you care for a lemon drop? -- ACTOR: A what? -- ACTOR: A lemon drop. Theyre a kind of Muggle sweet Im rather fond of -- ACTOR: No, thank you, -- ACTOR: As I say, even if You-Know-Who has gone - -- ACTOR: My dear Professor, surely a sensible person like yourself can call him by his name? All this You- Know-Who nonsense -- for eleven years I have been trying to persuade people to call him by his proper name: Voldemort. -- ACTOR: It all gets so confusing if we keep saying You-Know-Who. I have never seen any reason to be frightened of saying Voldemorts name. -- ACTOR: But youre different. Everyone knows youre the only one You-Know- oh, all right, Voldemort, was frightened of. -- ACTOR: You flatter me, -- ACTOR: Voldemort had powers I will never have. -- ACTOR: Only because youre too -- well -- noble to use them. -- ACTOR: Its lucky its dark. I havent blushed so much since Madam Pomfrey told me she liked my new earmuffs. -- ACTOR: The owls are nothing next to the rumors that are flying around. You know what everyones saying? About why hes disappeared? About what finally stopped him? -- ACTOR: everyone -- ACTOR: What theyre saying, -- ACTOR: is that last night Voldemort turned up in Godrics Hollow. He went to find the Potters. The rumor is that Lily and James Potter are -- are -- that theyre -- dead. -- ACTOR: Lily and James... I cant believe it... I didnt want to believe it... Oh, Albus... -- ACTOR: I know... I know... -- ACTOR: Thats not all. Theyre saying he tried to kill the Potters son, Harry. But -- he couldnt. He couldnt kill that little boy. No one knows why, or how, but theyre saying that when he couldnt kill Harry Potter, Voldemorts power somehow broke -- and thats why hes gone. -- ACTOR: Its -- its true? -- ACTOR: After all hes done... all the people hes killed... he couldnt kill a little boy? Its just astounding... of all the things to stop him... but how in the name of heaven did Harry survive? -- ACTOR: We can only guess, -- ACTOR: We may never know. -- ACTOR: Hagrids late. I suppose it was he who told you Id be here, by the way? -- ACTOR: Yes, -- ACTOR: And I dont suppose youre going to tell me why youre here, of all places? -- ACTOR: Ive come to bring Harry to his aunt and uncle. Theyre the only family he has left now. -- ACTOR: You dont mean -- you cant mean the people who live here? -- ACTOR: Dumbledore -- you cant. Ive been watching them all day. You couldnt find two people who are less like us. And theyve got this son -- I saw him kicking his mother all the way up the street, screaming for sweets. Harry Potter come and live here! -- ACTOR: Its the best place for him, -- ACTOR: His aunt and uncle will be able to explain everything to him when hes older. Ive written them a letter. -- ACTOR: A letter? -- ACTOR: Really, Dumbledore, you think you can explain all this in a letter? These people will never understand him! Hell be famous -- a legend -- I wouldnt be surprised if today was known as Harry Potter day in the future -- there will be books written about Harry -- every child in our world will know his name! -- ACTOR: Exactly, -- ACTOR: It would be enough to turn any boys head. Famous before he can walk and talk! Famous for something he wont even remember! CarA you see how much better off hell be, growing up away from all that until hes ready to take it? -- ACTOR: Yes -- yes, youre right, of course. But how is the boy getting here, Dumbledore? -- ACTOR: Hagrids bringing him. -- ACTOR: You think it -- wise -- to trust Hagrid with something as important as this? -- ACTOR: I would trust Hagrid with my life, -- ACTOR: Im not saying his heart isnt in the right place, -- ACTOR: but you cant pretend hes not careless. He does tend to -- what was that? -- ACTOR: Hagrid, -- ACTOR: At last. And where did you get that motorcycle? -- ACTOR: Borrowed it, Professor Dumbledore, sit, -- ACTOR: Young Sirius Black lent it to me. Ive got him, sir. -- ACTOR: No problems, were there? -- ACTOR: No, sir -- house was almost destroyed, but I got him out all right before the Muggles started swarmin around. He fell asleep as we was flyin over Bristol. -- ACTOR: Is that where -? -- ACTOR: Yes, -- ACTOR: Hell have that scar forever. -- ACTOR: Couldnt you do something about it, Dumbledore? -- ACTOR: Even if I could, I wouldnt. Scars can come in handy. I have one myself above my left knee that is a perfect map of the London Underground. Well -- give him here, Hagrid -- wed better get this over with. -- ACTOR: Could I -- could I say good-bye to him, sir? -- ACTOR: Shhh! -- ACTOR: youll wake the Muggles! -- ACTOR: S-s-sorry, -- ACTOR: But I c-c-cant stand it -- Lily an James dead -- an poor little Harry off ter live with Muggles - -- ACTOR: Yes, yes, its all very sad, but get a grip on yourself, Hagrid, or well be found, -- ACTOR: Well, -- ACTOR: thats that. Weve no business staying here. We may as well go and join the celebrations. -- ACTOR: Yeah, -- ACTOR: Ill be takin Sirius his bike back. Gnight, Professor McGonagall -- Professor Dumbledore, sir. -- ACTOR: I shall see you soon, I expect, Professor McGonagall, -- ACTOR: Good luck, Harry, -- ACTOR: To Harry Potter -- the boy who lived! --