Mr. Salt: Snozzwangers? Vermicious Knids? What kind of rubbish is that?
Willy Wonka: I’m sorry, but all questions must be submitted in writing.

Mrs. Teevee: I assume there’s an accident indemnity clause.
Willy Wonka: Never between friends.

Mr. Salt: What is this, Wonka? Some kind of funhouse?
Willy Wonka: Why? Are you having fun?

So much time and so little to do. Wait a minute. Strike that. Reverse it. Thank you.