We are the music makers, and we are the dreamers of dreams.
It happens every time. They all become blueberries.
Little surprises around every corner, but nothing dangerous.
Liquor is quicker.
You don't understand. That's not the marshmallow room. It's the fudge room!

Well, well, well. Two naughty children gone. Three good, sweet children left.
Oompa Loompas. Direct from Loompa Land.
No, roast beef. But I haven't gotten the gum quite right yet.
Kay, we're off to the great glass elevator!
A little nonsense now and then is relished by the wisest man.