Bicycles are the new rollerblades, talentless is the new talented, and I'm in hog heaven.
Lily and James only made you Secret-Keeper because I suggested it,” Black hissed, so venomously that Pettigrew took a step backward. “I thought it was the perfect plan. . . a bluff. . . Voldemort would be sure to come after me, would never dream they’d use a weak, talentless thing like you. . . It must have been the finest moment of your miserable life, telling Voldemort you could hand him the Potters.
There is nothing worse than the ambitions of a talentless person.