[Charlie and Grandpa Joe are floating in the fizzy lifting room]
[Grandpa Joe does a somersault in midair]
Charlie Bucket: Hey, you did it, Grandpa.
Grandpa Joe: Ohhhh... ohhhh, I think I hit an air pocket.
Charlie Bucket: You can fly to the moon this way.
Grandpa Joe: Let's just fly south for the winter.
Charlie Bucket: Why not? I'm a bird!
Grandpa Joe: I'm a plaaaaaaane!
Charlie Bucket: I'm... going too high!