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?
Alarmed and bordering on terrified, Frankie reached for the closest thing she could find that might work as a weapon – which in Louise’s house was a curling iron – and tiptoed downstairs to confront the intruder - Chapter One
He hated to think of his own life stretching ahead of him that way, a long succession of days and nights that were fine - not good, not bad, not great, not lousy, not exciting, not anything.
Chocolate is a kitchen witch’s secret weapon. It makes friends easily, soothes troubled spirits, and is conducive to romance. When nothing else works, go with chocolate. —Sadie Trevalyn’s Book of Kitchen Witchery
The darker the chocolate is, the more antioxidants it contains. So when eaten in moderation - just a few bites from a well-made dark chocolate bar, for instance - there's no need to feel bad about indulging once in a while.
I've learnt that if I tell myself I'm not allowed something, I binge on it later. So if I want chocolate, I have chocolate. If I want biscuits, I have biscuits. I love cake. I just love cake.
Joining 'ER,' I felt like that kid who got the golden ticket in 'Charlie and the Chocolate Factory.' I've been offered chocolate bars all these years, but there had been no golden ticket. Just the stomachache that was called 'Jake in Progress.'
Mrs. Gloop: [Augustus is now sucked into the suction pipe which takes him to the vertical pipe] He can't swim. Willy Wonka: There's no better time to learn.
Willy Wonka: [singing] If you want to view paradise, simply look around and view it. Anything you want to, do it; want to change the world... there's nothing to it.
