This is a story of an ordinary little boy... named Charlie Bucket. He was not faster or stronger or more clever than other children. His family was not rich or powerful or well-connected. In fact, they barely had enough to eat. Charlie Bucket was the luckiest boy in the entire world. He just didn't know it yet. Voice behind the scene happiness
Everything in this room is eatable, even I'm eatable, but that is called hannibalism, my dear children… Willy Wonka cannibalism, cannibals
— Would you like some chocolate? — Sure. — Then you should've brought some. Augustus Gloop Charlie Bucket
— Who wants a beard? — Well... beatniks, for one. Folk singers and motorbike riders. You know, all those hip, jazzy, super-cool, neat, keen and groovy cats. It's in the fridge, daddy-o. Are you hep to the jive? Can you dig what I'm laying down? I knew you could. Slide me some skin, soul brother. Mike Teavee Willy Wonka