Willy Wonka: Where is fancy bred, in the heart or in the head?

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

Willy Wonka: We are the music makers, and we are the dreamers of the dreams.

Willy Wonka: So shines a good deed in a weary world.

Augustus Gloop: I feel very sorry for Wonka. It's gonna cost him a fortune in fudge.

Willy Wonka: A little nonsense now and then is relished by the wisest men.

Tinker: Up the airy mountain, down the rushing glen, we dare not go a hunting, for fear of little men! You see, nobody ever goes in and nobody ever comes out!

Willy Wonka: The suspense is terrible. I hope it will last.

Willy Wonka: So much time and so little to do. Wait a minute. Strike that. Reverse it.