Charlie Bucket: But it didn't close forever, it's open right now.
Mrs. Bucket: Ah, well, sometimes when grown ups say forever they mean a very long time.
Grandpa George: Such as I feel as though I've eaten nothing but cabbage soup forever.
Mr. Bucket: Now pops...
Charlie Bucket: But there must be people working there.
Grandma Josephine: Think about it, Charlie. Have you ever seen a single person going into that factory? Or coming out of it?
Charlie Bucket: No. The gates are always closed.
Grandpa George: Exactly.
Charlie Bucket: But then, who's running the machines?
Mrs. Bucket: Nobody knows Charlie.
Mr. Bucket: It certainly is a mystery.
Charlie Bucket: Hasn't someone asked Mr Wonka?
Grandpa Joe: No-one sees him any more. He never comes out. The only thing that comes out of that place is the candy. Already packed and addressed. I'd give anything in the world just to go in one more time and see what's become of that amazing factory.
Willy Wonka: [sorting through a big bunch of keys] There it is. There it isn't.
Augustus Gloop: [Augustus steps in front of Veruca] I'm Augustus Gloop. I love your chocolate.
Willy Wonka: I can see that. So do I. I never expected to have so much in common.
[Wonka stops and turns around to Mike]
Willy Wonka: You, you're Mike Teavee. You're the little devil who cracked the system.
[looks at Charlie]
Willy Wonka: And you, you're just lucky to be here, aren't you?
Grandpa George: The kids who are going to find the golden tickets are the ones who can afford to buy candy bars every day. Our Charlie only gets one a year. He doesn't have a chance.
Grandma Josephine: Everyone has a chance, Charlie.
Grandpa George: Mark my words. The first kid to find a golden ticket will be fat, fat, fat.
Augustus Gloop: [Augustus appears and cameras flash] I am eating the Wonka bar and I taste something that is not chocolate. Or coconut. Or walnut, or peanut butter, or caramel. Or sprinkles. So I look and I find the golden ticket.
Grandpa George: [the Bucket home sees the TV with Augustus on the screen] Told you he'd be a porker.
Narrator: Indeed, that very night, the impossible had already been set in motion.
Charlie Bucket: [on chocolate river, deep in factory, passing an open door in which Oompa-Loompas are whipping a cow] Whipped cream.
Willy Wonka: Exactly!
Veruca Salt: That doesn't make any sense.
Willy Wonka: For your information, little girl, whipped cream isn't whipped cream at all unless it's been whipped with whips. Everybody knows that.
Willy Wonka: I want you to roll Ms Beauregarde into the boat and take her to the juicing room at once.
Mrs. Beauregarde: The juicing room? What are they gonna do to her there?
Willy Wonka: Oh, they're gonna squeeze her. Like a little pimple. We gotta get all that juice out of her immediately.
Willy Wonka: [hiding behind a newspaper while Charlie shines his shoes] Too bad about that chocolate guy. Walter... er, Waldo...
Charlie Bucket: Willy Wonka.
Willy Wonka: Right, him. Did you ever meet him?
Charlie Bucket: I met him. I thought he was great at first. Then he didn't turn out that nice. And he has a funny haircut.
Willy Wonka: [throwing the newspaper down] I do not!