[after avoiding a bunch of the zombies] Roger: Well, we're in, but how the hell are we gonna get back? Peter: Who the hell cares! Let's go shopping! Roger: Watches! Watches! Peter: Wait a minute, man. Let's just get the stuff we need. I'll get a tele...
Mrs. Teevee: [as the Wonkatania starts to move] I think I'm going to be seasick! Willy Wonka: [handing something to Mrs. Teevee] Here, take these. Mrs. Teevee: What are they? Willy Wonka: Rainbow drops. Suck them and you can spit in seven different c...
Willy Wonka: Don't you know what this is? Violet Beauregarde: By gum, it's gum. Willy Wonka: [happily, but sarcastically] Wrong! It's the most amazing, fabulous, sensational gum in the whole world. Violet Beauregarde: What's so fab about it? Willy Wo...
Stanley Kael, Second Newscaster: Four down, one to go, and somewhere out there a lucky person is moving closer and closer to the most sought after prize in history. Though we cannot help but envy whoever he is, and we may feel bitter, but we must rem...
Willy Wonka: [In the Wonkavator] Faster, faster; if we don't pick up enough speed, we'll never get through! Charlie Bucket: Get through what? Willy Wonka: Aha! Grandpa Joe: You mean we're going...? Willy Wonka: Up and out! Grandpa Joe: But this roof ...
Writing is a piece of cake. Editing is a slab of liver.
Stop fretting and eat your Madeira Cake..
A word is a small song.
I wanted to buy a candle holder, but the store didn't have one. So I got a cake.
Brilliantly lit from stem to stern, she looked like a sagging birthday cake.
If crisis was a cake, then our politicians are globally its baker.
If a D.C. event doesn't have crab cakes, it's low-rent and you need to flee.
Writing is only the frosting on my cake. I'm whole without it.
I started using a raft at my shows in 2009, and in 2011, I started caking people.
Vegetables are a must on a diet. I suggest carrot cake, zucchini bread, and pumpkin pie.
Mess is fairly good. It is like what is found in American hotels except for cake and pie.
My face looks like a wedding-cake left out in the rain.
Chocolate is God's apology for brocolli
Coffee and chocolate—the inventor of mocha should be sainted.
You can't be a grown-up woman and not like chocolate.
He had a body that begged to be painted…with chocolate.
