Sam Beauregarde: Don't talk to me about contracts, Wonka, I use them myself. They're strictly for suckers.
Willy Wonka: Don't you know what this is?!
Willy Wonka: I'm sorry, but all questions must be submitted in writing.
Willy Wonka: Invention, my dear friends, is 93% perspiration, 6% electricity, 4% evaporation, and 2% butterscotch ripple.
Willy Wonka: It happens every time, they all become blueberries!
Willy Wonka: Little surprises around every corner, but nothing dangerous!
Mr. Turkentine: I've just decided to switch our Friday schedule to Monday, which means that the test we take each Friday on what we learned during the week will now take place on Monday before we've learned it. But since today is Tuesday, it doesn't matter in the slightest.
Willy Wonka: Oh, you should never, never doubt what nobody is sure about.
Mr. Turkentine: Of course you don't know! You don't know because only I know. If you knew and I didn't know, then you'd be teaching me instead of me teaching you--and for a student to be teaching his teacher is presumptuous and rude. Do I make myself clear?
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] 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.
[Noticing signs on vats.]
Violet Beauregard: What is this, a freak out?
Willy Wonka: Where is fancy bred, in the heart or in the head?
Mr. Salt: What is this, Wonka, some kind of funhouse?
Willy Wonka: We are the music makers, and we are the dreamers of the dreams.
Willy Wonka: So shines a good deed in a weary world.
Veruca: [singing] I want the world. I want the whole world. I want to lock it all up in my pocket. It's my bar of chocolate. Give it to me now.
Augustus Gloop: I feel very sorry for Wonka. It's gonna cost him a fortune in fudge.
Willy Wonka: A little nonsense now and then is relished by the wisest men.
Sam Beauregarde: Violet, you're turning violet, Violet!
Tinker: Up the airy mountain, down the rushing glen, we dare not go a hunting, for fear of little men! You see, nobody ever goes in and nobody ever comes out!
Willy Wonka: No other factory in the world mixes its chocolate by waterfall. But it's the only way if you want it just... right.
Willy Wonka: The suspense is terrible. I hope it will last.
Willy Wonka: There's no earthly way of knowing / Which direction we are going / There's no knowing where we're rowing / Or which way the river's flowing / Is it raining? / Is it snowing? / Is a hurricane a-blowing? / Not a speck of light is showing / So the danger must be growing / Are the fires of hell a-glowing? / Is the grisly reaper mowing? / Yes, the danger must be growing / 'Cause the rowers keep on rowing / And they're certainly not showing / Any signs that they are slowing!
Willy Wonka: Bubbles, bubbles everywhere, and not a drop to drink... yet.
Willy Wonka: If the good Lord had intended us to walk he wouldn't have invented roller-skates.
Willy Wonka: Everything inside is eatable, I mean edible, I mean you can eat everything.
Charlie Bucket: What was that we just went through?
Willy Wonka: So much time and so little to do. Wait a minute. Strike that. Reverse it.
Veruca Salt: I want it now, daddy.
Mrs. Gloop: My son! He'll be made into marshmallows in five seconds!
Willy Wonka: Well, fortunately, small boys are extremely springy and elastic. So I think we'll put him in my special taffy-pulling machine. That should do the trick. [To an Oompa Loompa.] To the taffy-pulling room. You'll find the boy in his mother's purse. But be extremely careful.
Grandpa Joe: Mister Wonka?
Willy Wonka: And Charlie: don't forget what happened to the man who suddenly got everything he'd ever wished for.
Grandpa Joe: If she's a lady, then I'm a Vermicious Knid!
Mr. Henry Salt: Wonka, how much do you want for the golden goose?
Charlie Bucket: Mr. Wonka, they won't really be burned in the furnace, will they?
Willy Wonka: [singing] In springtime, the only pretty ring time, birds sing hey ding, a-ding, a-ding. Sweet lovers love the spring.
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