Willy Wonka: Oh, you should never, never doubt what nobody is sure about.
Willy Wonka: The suspense is terrible. I hope it will last.
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?
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: (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: Bubbles, bubbles everywhere, and not a drop to drink… yet.
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.
Willy Wonka: If the good Lord had intended us to walk he wouldn’t have invented roller-skates.
Mr. Salt: Wonka! Butterscotch? Buttergin? You running something on the side here?
Willy Wonka: Candy is dandy, but liquor is quicker!
Willy Wonka: Everything inside is eatable, I mean edible, I mean you can eat everything.
Violet Beauregard: What is this, some kind of freak out?
Charlie: What was that we just went through?
Mrs. Teevee: Is that Japanese?
Wonka: No, that’s Wonkawash spelled backwards.
Willy Wonka: Where is fancy bred, in the heart or in the head?
Willy Wonka: So much time and so little to do. Wait a minute. Strike that. Reverse it.
Mr. Salt: What is this, Wonka, some kind of funhouse?
Willy Wonka: Why, are you having fun?
Mrs. Gloop: My son! He’ll be made into marshmallows in five seconds!
Wonka: Impossible, my dear lady! That’s absurd! Unthinkable!
Mrs. Gloop: Why?!
Wonka: Because that pipe doesn’t go to the marshmallow rooom! It goes to the fudge room!
Mrs. Gloop: You terrible man!
Willy Wonka: Buttons, buttons, whose got the button?
Willy Wonka: We are the music makers, and we are the dreamers of the dreams.
Willy Wonka: And Charlie, don’t forget what happened to the man who suddenly got everything he’d ever wished for.
Charlie: What happened?
Willy Wonka: He lived happily ever after.
Sam Beauregarde: Don’t talk to me about contracts, Wonka, I use them myself. They’re strictly for suckers.
Willy Wonka: So shines a good deed in a weary world.
Grandpa Joe: If she’s a lady, then I’m a Vermicious Knid!
Willy Wonka: Don’t you know what this is?
Violet Beauregarde: By gum, it’s gum!
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.
Willy: Stop, don’t, come back.