Raymond: That's my pen. That's definitely my book. Charlie: Well taking your book is not a serious injury! Raymond: Serious injury book is a red book, that book is blue. Charlie: Well forgive me, I've lost my secret decoder ring!
Charlie: Listen, Ray, our dad died, that means he's not with us anymore. Did they tell you about that? Raymond: I don't know. Charlie: You don't know if they told you or you don't know what death is? Raymond: I don't know.
Raymond: 12:30 is lunch. Charlie: What do you want? Raymond: Wednesday is fish sticks. Green lime jello for dessert. Charlie: You want another apple juice? Raymond: No, orange soda. Uh oh, it's 12:31.
Charlie Bucket: [referring to Augustus' being stuck in the pipe] He'll never get out. Grandpa Joe: Yes, he will, Charlie. Watch. Remember when you once asked me how a bullet comes out of a gun?
Balance is the enemy of art.
I'm not from a music family at all.
Talking up a storm about food is so easy for me, it's second nature.
My mother is a beauty.
Happiness? No, it's not there for me.
Laughter is an instant vacation.
I quite like dark humor.
It's great to be queen!
'Junkhearts' is a great story.
Derivatives are financial weapons of mass destruction.
I'm not a big shopper.
I'm not the beautiful one.
It's not easy to define poetry.
I'm a bit of a romantic.
I've been hearing fiddle music since I was in the womb, I'm sure.
Movies are movies, television is television.
I've choreographed all of my movies.
