Deep Roy
Deep Roy

When it comes time to dance, they're like a regiment; they do the same steps - except for the Mike Teavee dance, where the Oompas play in a rock band. I learned to play the guitar for that one.

Charlie and the Chocolate Factory
Charlie and the Chocolate Factory

[Mike Teavee is taken away and Wonka moves towards the Great Glass Elevator with Charlie and Grandpa Joe]
Willy Wonka: Now, how many children are left?
Grandpa Joe: Mr. Wonka, Charlie's the only one left, now.
Willy Wonka: [looks at Charlie] You mean, you're the only one?
Charlie Bucket: Yes.

Willy Wonka: What happened to the others?

Charlie and the Chocolate Factory
Charlie and the Chocolate Factory

Willy Wonka: [after Mike Teavee has been shrunk and sent into a TV] Oh, thank heavens... he's completely unharmed.

Charlie and the Chocolate Factory
Charlie and the Chocolate Factory

Willy Wonka: [explaining that Mike Teavee will have to be brought to the Taffy Puller Room] Boy, is he gonna be skinny.

Willy Wonka & the Chocolate Factory
Willy Wonka & the Chocolate Factory

Willy Wonka: Well, fortunately, small boys are extremely springy and elastic. So I think we'll put him in my special taffy-pulling machine. That should do the trick.
[to an Oompa Loompa]
Willy Wonka: To the taffy-pulling room. You'll find the boy in his mother's purse. But be extremely careful.
Mrs. Teevee: Uh, T-T-Taffy?

Wh-What's he saying?
[Oompa Loompa whispers to Wonka]
Willy Wonka: No, no. I won't hold you responsible.
Willy Wonka: [Mrs. Teavee suddenly passes out] And now, my dearest lady, it's time to say good-bye.
[Mrs. Teevee groans]
Willy Wonka: No, no, don't speak. For some moments in life, there are no words. Run

along now.
[two Oompa Loompas drag the limp Mrs. Teevee out of the room]

Willy Wonka & the Chocolate Factory
Willy Wonka & the Chocolate Factory

Mike Teevee: Where are you taking me?
[as Mrs. Teavee inserts him into her purse]
Mike Teevee: I don't wanna go in there...!
Mrs. Teevee: Be quiet.
Mike Teevee: Hey, let me out, it's dark in here. Come on, Mom, I want to be on TV. Let me out, Mom, or I'll gnaw my way out. I'm warning you, Mom, there's a

nail file in here. If you don't let me out, I'll smear your lipstick all over everything.