Charlie and the Chocolate Factory

Willy Wonka:
Chewing gum is really gross. It's what I hate the most.

Willy Wonka:
Let's boogie.

Willy Wonka:
Ha ha ha ha. You're really weird.

Mike Teavee:
Get away from me, you little freaks!

Charlie:
Mr. Wonka, why would Augustus' name already be in the Oompa-Loompa song unless they—

Wonka:
Improvisation is a parlor trick. Anyone can do it. [turns to Violet] You, little girl, say something. Anything.

Violet:
Chewing gum.

Wonka:
Chewing gum is really gross. Chewing gum I hate the most. See? Exactly the same.

Mike:
No, it isn't.

Wonka:
Uh, you really shouldn't mumble because I can't understand a word you're saying.

Wonka:
You're all quite short, aren't you?

Violet:
Well, yeah. We're children.

Wonka:
Well, that's no excuse. I was never as short as you.

Mike:
You were once.

Wonka:
Was not! Know why? Because I distinctly remember putting a hat on top of my head. Look at your short little arms. You could never reach.

Mr. Salt:
[about the squirrels taking Veruca] Where are they taking her?

Wonka:
Where all the other bad nuts go: Down the garbage chute.

Mr. Salt:
Where does the chute go?

Wonka:
To the incinerator. But don't worry, we only light it on Tuesdays.

Mike:
Today is Tuesday.

Wonka:
Well, there's always a chance they decided not to light it today.

Joe:
Wouldn't it be something, Charlie, to open a bar of candy and find a Golden Ticket inside?

Charlie:
I know. But I only get one bar a year. For my birthday.

Mrs. Bucket:
Well, it's your birthday next week.

Josephine:
You have as much chance as anybody does.

George:
Balderdash. The kids who're going to find the Golden Tickets are the ones who can afford to buy candy bars every day. Our Charlie gets only one a year. He doesn't have a chance.

Josephine:
Everyone has a chance, Charlie.

George:
Mark my words: The kid who finds the first ticket will be fat, fat, fat!

George:
There's plenty of money out there. They print more every day. But this ticket— There are only five of them in the whole world, and that's all there's ever going to be. Only a dummy would give this up for something as common as money. Are you a dummy?

Charlie:
No, sir.

George:
Then get that mud off your pants. [gives two thumbs up] You've got a factory to go to!

Wonka:
Oh, thank heavens, he's completely unharmed.

Mr. Teavee:
Unharmed? What are you talking about?!

Mike:
[in high-pitched voice] Just put me back in the other way.

Wonka:
There is no other way. It's television, not telephone. It's quite a difference.

Willy Wonka:
Good morning, starshine. The Earth says hello.

Willy Wonka:
Everything in this room is eatable. Even I'm eatable. But that is called cannibalism, my dear children, and is in fact frowned upon in most societies. Enjoy.

[Wonka, Charlie, Mike, Mr. Teevee, and Grandpa Joe are whizzing downward through the Exploding Candy Room in the Great Glass Elevator]

Mike:
Why is everything here completely pointless?

Charlie:
Candy doesn't have to have a point. That's why it's candy.

[Wonka smiles endearingly]

Mike:
It's stupid.

[Wonka has a flashback with having a heated row with his father]

Wilbur:
[speaking through Mike] Candy is a waste of time. [cut to the Wonka house] No son of mine is going to be a chocolatier!

Young Willy:
[enraged] Then I'll run away, to Switzerland! Bavaria! The candy capitals of the world!

Wilbur:
: Go ahead. But I won't be here when you come back.

[Young Willy leaves the house out of anger, walks through a bunch of flags, and runs into a security guard]

Security Guard:
Sorry son, but we are closing for the night. [reveals that it was just a mall store called ‘Flags Of The World’. Young Willy comes back and finds out that his house is missing, as he stares at it in shock]