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: Don't talk to me about contracts, Wonka, I use them myself. They're strictly for suckers.
: [making a mysterious formula
] Invention, my dear friends, is 93% perspiration, 6% electricity, 4% evaporation, and 2% butterscotch ripple. Mrs. Teevee
: [as Mr. Wonka drinks the formula
] That's 105%! Sam Beauregarde
: Any good? Willy Wonka
: [smacks his lips, then speaks in falsetto
[Wonka walks down the hall which gets shorter as it goes on in the skewed perspective room
] Charlie Bucket
: Hey, the room is getting smaller. Mrs. Teevee
: No, it's not. *He's* getting *bigger*! Mr. Salt
: He's at it again! Mike Teevee
: Where's the chocolate? Sam Beauregarde
: I doubt if there is any. Mr. Salt
: I doubt if any of us will get out of here alive. Willy Wonka
: Oh, you should never, never doubt what nobody is sure about. Mrs. Gloop
: You're not squeezing me through that tiny door! Mr. Salt
: You're off your bleeding nut, Wonka. No one can get through there!
] I'm getting even with you for this, Wonka, if it's the last thing I ever do!
[mutters in pity
] Sam Beauregarde
: I've got a blueberry for a daughter...
: Violet! You're turning violet, Violet!
: What business are you in, Salt? Mr. Salt
: I take very good care of my guests. Sam Beauregarde
: Yeah, you took real good care of that August kid.
: Violet, what are you doing now? You're blowing up! Violet Beauregarde
: I feel funny! Grandpa Joe
: I'm not surprised.