I'm passionate about anything I align myself with. You want to talk about chocolate chip cookies? I'm not going to open a chocolate chip cookie store, but I will talk your ear off about it.
Willy Wonka: [touching the gobstopper Charlie has just set on his desk] So shines a good deed in a weary world.
Mr. Salt: [noticing signs on vats] Wonka. Butterscotch? Buttergin? Got a little something going on the side? Willy Wonka: Candy is dandy, but liquor is quicker.
Mr. Salt: What is this, Wonka? Some kind of funhouse? Willy Wonka: [glances back at him] Why? Are you having fun?
Grandpa Joe: Well, Mr. Salt finally got what he wanted. Charlie Bucket: What's that? Grandpa Joe: Veruca went first.
Charlie Bucket: [about the Wonkamobile] Is this going to go fast, Grandpa? Grandpa Joe: It should, Charlie; it's got more gas in it than a politician.
Willy Wonka: [Dropping an old-fashioned alarm clock into a vat of some sort of candy mixture] Time is a precious thing. Never waste it.
Willy Wonka: [revving the motor of the soft-drink powered Wonkamobile] Swifter than eagles! Stronger than lions! [the Wonkamobile spurts foam at him]
Willy Wonka: Little surprises around every corner, but nothing dangerous. So don't be alarmed. As soon as your outer vestments are at hand, we'll begin.
Willy Wonka: [singing] There is no life I know to compare with pure imagination. Living there, you'll be free if you truly wish to be.
Willy Wonka: [singing] In springtime, the only pretty ring time, birds sing hey ding... a-ding, a-ding, sweet lovers love... the spring.
Willy Wonka: Well, well, well, two naughty, *nasty* little children gone. Three good, sweet little children left.
[opening lock] Willy Wonka: Ninety-nine, forty-four, one hundred percent pure. Just through the other door, please.
Charlie Bucket: [as Violet blows up into a blueberry] Why won't she listen to Mr. Wonka? Grandpa Joe: Because, Charlie, she's a nitwit.
Mrs. Teevee: [while waiting for Mike to appear on the screen] Why is it taking so long? Charlie Bucket: A million pieces take a long time to put together.
Willy Wonka: I don't understand it. The children are dissappearing like rabbits. Well, we still have each other. Shall we press on?
Mma Ramotswe sighed. 'We are all tempted, Mma. We are all tempted when it comes to cake.' That is true,' said Mma Potokwane sadly. 'There are many temptations in this life, but cake is probably one of the biggest of them.
Here's a basic difference between Morelli and me. My first thought was always of cake. His first thought was always of sex. Don't get me wrong. I like sex . . . a lot. But it's never going to replace cake.
I tried to explain as much as I could," Poppet says. "I think I made an analogy about cake." "Well, that must have worked," Widget says. "Who doesn't like a good cake analogy?
There are boys you look at and want to touch with your mouth, and there are boys you look at and want to wear one of those surgical masks everyone in China had during bird flu. There are a lot more bird-flu boys at large.
I feel liquefied, like a cucumber forgotten in the crisper drawer, and I want to hold myself at arm's length and carry me to the trash. Who is this sack of slush masquerading as me? It's intolerable.
