wonka: the strawberries taste like strawberries! the snozberries taste like snozberries!
veruca: snozberries? who’s ever heard of a snozberry?
wonka: we are the music-makers. we are the dreamers of the dreams.
there is no life I know to compare with pure imagination
living there, you’ll be free if you truly wish to be
veruca’s dad, I think: what is this, wonka, some kind of funhouse?
wonka: why, having fun?