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Movie Date: June 30, 1971


     (Kids run from school to the Candy Shop.)


1. BILL'S CANDY SHOP


     (Kids enter, yelling.)


KIDS: (yelling) Sizzler!  I want a Sizzler!


BILL: All right, all right, all right, what's it going to 

be?  A triple cream cup for Christopher . . .


KIDS: (yelling) A Squelchy Snorter!


BILL: A Squelchy Snorter for Otis . . .


ONE KID: I want a Squelchy Snorter . . .


BILL: A Sizzler for June Marie . . .


ANOTHER KID: C'mon, give me a Sizzler . . .


BILL: And listen!  Wonka's got a new one today.


KIDS: What is it?


BILL: This is called a Scrumdidilyumptious Bar.


WINKELMANN: (mispronouncing) Scrumbibilyunctious Bar?  How 

does he do it?


BILL: My dear boy, do you ask a fish how it swims?


WINKELMANN: No . . .


BILL: Or a bird how it flies?


WINKELMANN: No . . .


BILL: No sirree, you don't!  They do it because they were 

born to do it.  Just like Willy Wonka was born to be a candy 

man, you look like you were born to be a Wonkarer.


     WHO CAN TAKE A SUNRISE

     SPRINKLE IT WITH DEW

     COVER IT IN CHOCOLATE AND A MIRACLE OR TWO

     THE CANDY MAN

     THE CANDY MAN CAN

     THE CANDY MAN CAN 'CAUSE HE MIXES IT WITH LOVE 

          AND MAKES THE WORLD TASTE GOOD


     WHO CAN TAKE A RAINBOW

     WRAP IT IN A SIGH

     SOAK IT IN THE SUN AND MAKE A STRAWBERRY LEMON PIE


KIDS: 

     THE CANDY MAN?


BILL:

     THE CANDY MAN

     THE CANDY MAN CAN

     THE CANDY MAN CAN 'CAUSE HE MIXES IT WITH LOVE 

          AND MAKES THE WORLD TASTE GOOD


KIDS: Me!  Me!


BILL:

     WILLY WONKA MAKES 

     EVERYTHING HE BAKES

     SATISFYING AND DELICIOUS

     TALK ABOUT YOUR CHILDHOOD WISHES

     YOU CAN EVEN EAT THE DISHES


     WHO CAN TAKE TOMORROW

     DIP IT IN A DREAM

     SEPARATE THE SORROW AND COLLECT UP ALL THE CREAM

     THE CANDY MAN


KIDS:

     WILLY WONKA CAN


BILL:

     THE CANDY MAN CAN


     THE CANDY MAN CAN 'CAUSE HE MIXES IT WITH LOVE 

          AND MAKES THE WORLD TASTE GOOD

     AND THE WORLD TASTES GOOD

     'CAUSE THE CANDY MAN THINKS IT SHOULD . . .


2. ON THE STREET


     (Charlie has been watching through the window.  He 

     walks away, toward Mr. Jopeck's newsstand.)     


CHARLIE: Hi, Mr. Jopeck.


JOPECK: Ah, come along, Charlie; you're late.


CHARLIE: It's payday, Mr. Jopeck.


JOPECK: You're right.  (He pays Charlie.)  There you are.


CHARLIE: Thanks.


JOPECK: Say hello to your Grandpa Joe.


CHARLIE: Okay.


     (Charlie delivers the papers.)


3. WONKA'S FACTORY GATES


     (Charlie stands outside the gates looking at the  

     factory.)


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!


4. BUCKETS' HOUSE


GRANDMA JOSEPHINE: Charlie's late.


GRANDPA JOE: He works too hard for a little boy.  He should 

have some time to play.


MRS. BUCKET:  Not enough hours in the day.  With the four of 

you bedridden for the past twenty years, it takes a lot of 

work to keep this family going.


GRANDMA JOSEPHINE: If only his father were alive.


GRANDPA JOE: Soon as I get my strength back, I'm gonna get 

out of this bed and help him.


MRS. BUCKET: Dad, in all the years you've been saying you're 

going to get out of that bed, I've yet to see you set foot 

on the floor.


GRANDPA JOE: Well . . . maybe if the floor wasn't so cold.


     (Charlie enters.)


CHARLIE: Hi, everybody!


GRANDPA JOE: Wake up!


GRANDMA JOSEPHINE: Wake up!


GRANDPA JOE: Wake up; Charlie's home!


CHARLIE: Grandpa George.  (He kisses him.)  Grandma 

Georgina.  (Kisses her.)  Grandma Josephine.  (Kisses her.)  

Grandpa Joe.  (Kisses him.  Looks at Joe's bowl of cabbage 

water.)  Is this your supper, Grandpa?


GRANDPA JOE: Well, it's yours too, Charlie.


CHARLIE: I'm fed up with cabbage water.  It's not enough!


GRANDMA GEORGINA: Charlie!


GRANDMA JOSEPHINE: It's all we have.


GRANDPA JOE: What are you saying?


CHARLIE: How about this?  (Produces a loaf of bread.)


MRS. BUCKET: Charlie, where'd you get that?


GRANDPA JOE: What difference does it make where he got it?  

Point is: he got it.


CHARLIE: It's my first payday.


MRS. BUCKET: Good for you, Charlie.  We'll have a real 

banquet.


CHARLIE: Mom . . .?  Here's what's left.  You keep it.  

Except for this.  From now on, I'm going to pay for your 

tobacco.


GRANDPA JOE: No one's going to pay for it, Charlie.  I'm 

giving it up.


MRS. BUCKET: Come on, Dad, it's only one pipe a day.  


GRANDPA JOE: When a loaf of bread looks like a banquet, I've 

no right buying tobacco.


CHARLIE: Go on, Grandpa.  Please take it.


5. BUCKET'S HOUSE - LATER THAT NIGHT


CHARLIE: After I finished my paper route, I was in front of 

Wonka's.  There was this strange man there.  I think he was 

a tinker.  He was standing right behind me, looking up at 

the factory.  Just before he left he said, "Nobody ever goes 

in, and nobody ever comes out."


GRANDPA JOE: And right he was, Charlie.  Not since the 

tragic day that Willy Wonka locked it.


CHARLIE: Why'd he lock it?


GRANDPA JOE: Because all the other chocolate makers in the 

world were sending in spies--dressed as workers!--to steal 

Mr. Wonka's secret recipes.  Especially Slugworth . . . oh, 

that Slugworth, he was the worst!  Finally Mr. Wonka 

shouted, "I shall be ruined!  Close the factory!"  And 

that's just what he did.  He locked the gates and vanished 

completely.  And then suddenly, about three years later, the 

most amazing thing happened.  The factory started working 

again, full blast!  And more delicious candies were coming 

out than ever before.  But the gates stayed locked so that 

no one, not even Mr. Slugworth, could steal them.


CHARLIE: But Grandpa, someone must be helping Mr. Wonka work 

the factory.


GRANDPA JOE: Thousands must be helping him.


CHARLIE: But who?  Who are they?


GRANDPA JOE: That is the biggest mystery of them all.


6. SCHOOL


MR. TURKENTINE: Charlie Bucket.


CHARLIE: Yes, Mr. Turkentine?


MR. TURKENTINE: I shall need an assistant.  Come and give me 

a hand.  

     (Charlie joins him at the front.)

We have here nitric acid, glycerin, and a special mixture of 

my own.  Together it's horrible, dangerous stuff; blows you 

up.  But mixed together in the right way, as only I know 

how, what do you think it makes?


CHARLIE: I don't know, sir.


MR. TURKENTINE: Of course you don't know.  You don't know 

because only I know.  If you knew and I didn't know, then 

you'd be teaching me instead of me teaching you.  And for a 

student to teach his teacher is presumptuous and rude.  Do 

I make myself clear?


CHARLIE: Yes, sir.


     (The students laugh.)


MR. TURKENTINE: Good.  Now, mixed together in the right way, 

these three highly dangerous ingredients make the finest 

wart remover in the world.  The trick is to pour them in in 

equal amounts.  Now, Charlie, you take the nitric acid and 

the glycerin, and I'll take my own special mixture.  You 

ready?  Good lad: pour.


     (They pour; the mixture emits a small boom and a large 

     puff of smoke.  The kids cheer.)


CHARLIE: Did we do it wrong?


MR. TURKENTINE: No, certainly not; this is for very big 

warts.


     (Commotion in the hall.)


KID #1 (O.C.): I'm gonna get there first.  Get out of my 

way.


MR. TURKENTINE:  Now what's going on out there?


KID #2 (O.C.): I hope there's still some left.


     (Mr. Turkentine opens the door.)


MR. TURKENTINE: You, Winkelmann, come here.  What's 

happening?


WINKELMANN: Willy Wonka's opening his factory; he's gonna 

let people in.


MR. TURKENTINE: Are you sure?


WINKELMANN: It's on the radio.  And he's giving truckloads 

of chocolate away.


MR. TURKENTINE: Class dismissed!


WINKELMANN: No, no, it's only for five people.


MR. TURKENTINE: Class un-dismissed.


WINKELMANN: He's hidden five Golden Tickets, and the people 

who find them will win the big prize.


MR. TURKENTINE: Where's he hidden the tickets?


WINKELMANN: Inside five Wonka Bars!  You gotta buy Wonka 

Bars to find 'em!


MR. TURKENTINE: Class re-dismissed!


KID #3 (O.C.): I'll meet you downstairs.


KID #4 (O.C.): I'm gonna buy the whole store!


     (Commotion continues; kids saying, "I'm gonna . . ." 

     fades into the general wash of noise.)


7. NEWSROOM


TV NEWSMAN: And now, details on the sudden announcement that 

has captured the attention of entire world.  Hidden among 

the countless billions of Wonka Bars are five gold tickets.  

And to the five people who find them will come the most 

fabulous prize one could wish for: a lifetime supply of 

chocolate.


8. BUCKETS' HOUSE


TV NEWSMAN (on TV): (continuous) And as if this were not 

enough, each winner before he receives his prize will be 

personally escorted through the top secret chocolate factory 

. . .


GRANDMA JOSEPHINE: (on "escorted") They're all crazy!


GRANDPA JOE: Sssshhh!  The man's a genius!  He'll sell a 

million bars.


TV NEWSMAN: (continuous) . . . by the mythical Willy Wonka 

himself.  The amount of chocolate involved in this 

competition has relighted*** the imagination to incite*** 

candy eaters and all citizens around the world.


CHARLIE: (on "involved") Grandpa, do you think I've got a 

chance to find one?


GRANDPA JOE: One?  I'm counting on you to find all five!


CHARLIE: One's enough for me.


9. NEWS MONTAGE


TV NEWSMAN: (continuous) Already we have reports coming in 

that the response is phenomenal.  Wonka Bars are beginning 

to disappear from candy store shelves at a rate to boggle 

the mind.  Truly it is incredible the way that Wonkamania 

has descended upon the globe.  While the world searches, we 

watch and wait, wondering where the pursuit will lead and 

how long the spirit of man will hold up under the strain.


10. PSYCHIATRIST'S OFFICE


HOFSTEDDER: I'm still having these dreams, Doctor, and I 

still can't stop myself from believing them.


DOCTOR: I've told, Mr. Hofstedder, to believe in one's 

dreams is a manifestation of insanity.  And the sooner you 

accept this, the sooner you will get well.


HOFSTEDDER: But I dreamed the Archangel appeared and 

whispered into my ear and told me where to find a Golden 

Wonka Ticket.


DOCTOR: And what exactly did he say?


HOFSTEDDER: Well what difference does that make?  This was a 

dream, a fantasy.  I mean, you said just now--


DOCTOR: Shut up, Hofstedder, and tell me where the ticket 

is!


11. NEWSROOM


ANCHORMAN: We began with five Golden Tickets like five lucky 

bolts of lightning ready to strike without notice at any 

point on the map.  No one knew where, no one knew when the 

first one would hit.  But as you all know, last night we got 

our answer.  While we in America slept, the first golden 

ticket was found in the small town of Duselheim, Germany.  

We've been waiting several hours for the follow-up story, 

and we're finally ready with a live report.


12. DUSELHEIM


GERMAN BROADCASTER: Proud we are, for the attention of the 

entire world focuses today right here in Duselheim, a 

community suddenly thrust into prominence by the unexpected 

discovery of the first Wonka Golden Ticket.  Its lucky 

finder is the son of our most prominent parve butcher.  The 

boy's name?  Augustus Gloop.  Augustus Gloop, the pride of 

Duselheim, the fame of Western Germany, an example for the 

whole world.  Augustus, how does it make you feel to be the 

first Golden Ticket finder?


AUGUSTUS: Hungry.


GERMAN BROADCASTER: Any other feelings?


AUGUSTUS: Feel sorry for Wonka.  It's gonna cost him a 

fortune in fudge.


GERMAN BROACASTER: Mr. Gloop, would you mind saying--


     (Mr. Gloop bites off the end of the microphone.)


GERMAN BROADCASTER: Mrs. Gloop, would you care to say a few 

words to the television audience?


MRS. GLOOP: I just knew Augustus would find a Golden Ticket.  

Eating is his hobby, you know.  We encourage him.  He 

wouldn't do it unless he needed the nourishment, would he?  

Anyway, it's all vitamins.


     (As Mrs. Gloop speaks, a strange man [Slugworth] 

     whispers into Augustus' ear.)


13. BUCKETS' HOUSE


ALL: Happy Birthday, Charlie!


GRANDPA JOE: Happy Birthday.


MRS. BUCKET: Here you are, Charlie.


CHARLIE: Thank you.  (Opens the present; it's a long red 

scarf.)  It's terrific.


MRS. BUCKET: We each knitted a bit: Grandma Georgina, 

Grandma Josephine, and me.


GRANDMA JOSEPHINE: I did the end pieces with the little 

tassels.


GRANDPA JOE: And here's a little gift from Grandpa George 

and me.


CHARLIE: I think I know what this is.  (Opens the gift; it's 

a Wonka bar.)  It is: a Wonka.


GRANDPA JOE: Open it, Charlie.  Let's see that Golden 

Ticket.


CHARLIE: Wouldn't that be fantastic?


MRS. BUCKET: It's not fair to raise his hopes.


GRANDPA JOE: Never mind.  Go on, open it, Charlie.  I want 

to see that gold.


MRS. BUCKET: Stop it, Dad.


CHARLIE: I've got the same chance as anybody else, haven't 

I?


GRANDPA JOE: You've got more, Charlie, because you want it 

more.  Go on, open it.


CHARLIE: Here goes.  (He turns his back to them and opens 

it.)  I got it!


GRANDPA JOE: Where?  Where?


GRANDMA JOSEPHINE: Let's see!


CHARLIE: Fooled you, didn't I.  You thought I really had it.


GRANDPA JOE: Never mind, Charlie.  You'll find one.


CHARLIE: Here, everybody have a bite.


GRANDPA JOE: No no no, you eat it.


GRANDMA JOSEPHINE: Certainly not.


GRANDMA GEORGINA: No no no no no.


14. SALT'S FACTORY


     (Women are on the factory floor unwrapping Wonka Bars.  

     The Salts are upstairs in an office.)


VERUCA: I wanted to be the first to find a Golden Ticket, 

Daddy.


MR. SALT: I know, Angel.  We're doing the best we can.  I've 

got every girl on the bleeding staff hunting for you.


VERUCA: All right, where is it?  Why haven't they found it?  


MR. SALT: Veruca, sweetheart, I'm not a magician!  Give me 

time!


VERUCA:  I want it now!  What's the matter with those twerps 

down there?


MR. SALT: For five days now the entire flipping factory's 

been on the job.  They haven't shelled a peanut in there 

since Monday.  They've been shelling flaming chocolate bars 

from dawn to dusk.


VERUCA: Make 'em work nights.


MR. SALT: (shouting down the stairs) Come along, come along, 

you girls, put a jack in it or you'll be out on your ears, 

every one of you!  And listen to this: the first girl that 

finds a Golden Ticket gets a one pound bonus in her pay 

bucket!  What do you think of that?


     (The women scream and begin unwrapping more furiously.)


VERUCA: They're not even trying.  They don't want to find 

it.  They're jealous of me.


MR. SALT: Sweetheart, I can't push 'em no harder.  Nineteen 

thousand bars an hour they're shelling.  Seven hundred and 

sixty thousand they've done so far.


VERUCA: You promised, Daddy!  You promised I'd have it the 

very first day!


MRS. SALT: You're going to very unpopular around here, 

Henry, if you don't deliver soon.


MR. SALT: It breaks my heart, Henrietta.  I hate to see her 

unhappy.


VERUCA: I won't talk to you ever again. You're a rotten, 

mean father.  You never give me anything I want.  And I 

won't go to school 'til I have it.


MR. SALT: Veruca, sweetheart, angel . . .  Now.  There are 

only four tickets left in the whole world, and the whole 

ruddy world's hunting for them.  What can I do?


WORKER: I got it!  I got it, Mr. Salt, here it is!


VERUCA: It's about time too!  I want it!


     (Slugworth leads the worker up the stairs to Veruca.)


VERUCA: Give me that ticket!  It's mine!  I've found a 

Golden Ticket!


     (Slugworth whispers in Veruca's ear.)


MR. SALT: Thank God for that.


MRS. SALT: Aye.  Happiness is what counts with children.  

Happiness and harmony.


15. NEWS REPORT


REPORTER: This, ladies and gentlemen, is the sign of our 

times . . . the symbol of the havoc, the mad craze that's 

sweeping the world today.  Whatever corner of the globe we 

are in, whichever of the five continents we're on, the great 

search for Wonka Bars continues.  We're now nearing the end 

of our forty-third day in the hunt for Golden Tickets, and 

everywhere we're beginning to see signs of anxiety.  Every 

hour on the hour, new shipments are being sent to different 

points around the globe, but they're just not moving fast 

enough.  And as time passes, the men who seek them become 

more and more desperate.


16. COMPUTER LAB


TECHNICIAN: Gentlemen, I know how anxious you've all been 

during these last few days, but now I think I can safely say 

that your time and money have been well spent.  We're about 

to witness the greatest miracle of the machine age.  Based 

on the revolutionary Computonian Law of Probability, this 

machine will tell us the precise location of the three 

remaining Golden Tickets.  (He punches computer buttons; 

reads the card it emits)  It says, "I won't tell.  That 

would be cheating."  I am now telling the computer that, if 

it will tell me the correct answer, I will gladly share with 

it the grand prize.  (Pushes buttons; reads card)  He says, 

"What would a computer do with a lifetime supply of 

chocolate?"  I am now telling the computer exactly what he 

can do with a lifetime supply of chocolate.


17. MILES CITY, MONTANA


MONTANA REPORTER: And it can happen right here too, 

unbelievable as it sounds, right here in America.  Where 

even in the smallest town, the happiest of dreams can come 

true.  Because folks, here she is, Miss Violet Beauregarde, 

finder of Wonka's Golden Ticket Number Three, from Miles 

City, Montana.  And with her, the proud parents: Mr. 

Beauregarde, a prominent local politician, a great civic 

leader, a philosopher--


MR. BEAUREGARDE: (grabs microphone) Hi, folks, Sam 

Beauregarde here, Square Deal Sam to you, with all of 

today's great giveaway bargains.  The finest values you'll 

get anywhere in the entire country.  Now this little number 

right here's a four door sedan . . .


VIOLET: (on "number") Come on, Dad, they don't want you!


MONTANA REPORTER: (to Mr. Beauregarde) Thank you, sir.  

Violet, would you care to say a few words to the nation.


VIOLET: Sure I will.  Here it is, Golden Ticket Number 

Three, and it's all mine.


MONTANA REPORTER: Tell us how it happened, Violet.


VIOLET: Well I'm a gum-chewer, normally, but when I heard 

about these ticket things of Wonka's I laid off the gum and 

switched to candy bars instead.  Now, of course, I'm right 

back on gum.  I chew it all day except at meal times when I 

stick it behind my ear.


MRS. BEAUREGARDE: Violet . . .


VIOLET: Cool it, Mother.  Now this piece of gum here is one 

that I've been chewing on for three months solid, and that's 

a world record!  It's beaten the record held by my best 

friend Miss Cornelia Prinzmetel, and was she mad!  Hi, 

Cornelia, how are you sweetie?

     (Slugworth whispers in Violet's ear.)


MR. BEAUREGARDE: Let me just butt in here for a moment to 

say that if any of you folks watching are dissatisfied with 

your . . .


MONTANA REPORTER: Mister . . . just a minute . . . this 

isn't . . .


18. LAUNDERER


MRS. BUCKET: Charlie, what are you doing here?


CHARLIE: I thought if you were ready, I'd walk you home.


MRS. BUCKET: I wish I were, but it looks like I'm gonna be 

here late tonight.


CHARLIE: Oh, well, then I guess I'll be going.


MRS. BUCKET: Well why don't you stay a minute?  Here, pull 

up a pile of clothes and sit down.  Everything all right at 

school?


CHARLIE: Yep.


MRS. BUCKET:  Good.  Go on your newspaper route today?


CHARLIE: Just finished.


MRS. BUCKET: Good.


CHARLIE: I wanted to tell you something.


MRS. BUCKET: Oh?


CHARLIE: They found the third ticket today.


MRS. BUCKET: Did they?


CHARLIE: Yeah.  Well . . . guess I'll be going now.


MRS. BUCKET: Is that all?


CHARLIE: Well I thought you'd like to know.  Most people are 

pretty interested.  I know I'm interested.  There are only 

two tickets left you know.  Just two.  Pretty soon just one.


MRS. BUCKET: I wonder who the lucky ones will be.


CHARLIE: Well in case you're wondering if it'll be me, it 

won't be.  Just in case you're wondering, you can count me 

out.


MRS. BUCKET: Charlie . . . there are a hundred billion 

people in this world, and only five of them will find Golden 

Tickets.  Even if you had a sackful of money you probably 

wouldn't find one.  And after this contest is over, you'll 

be no different from the billions of others who didn't find 

one.


CHARLIE: But I am different.  I want it more than any of 

them.


MRS. BUCKET: Charlie, you'll get your chance.  One day 

things will change.


CHARLIE: When?  When will they change?


MRS. BUCKET: Probably when you least expect it.  See you 

later.


     YOU GET BLUE

     LIKE EVERYONE

     BUT ME AND GRANDPA JOE

     CAN MAKE YOUR TROUBLES GO AWAY

     BLOW AWAY

     THERE THEY GO


     CHEER UP, CHARLIE

     GIVE ME A SMILE

     WHAT HAPPENED TO THAT SMILE I USED TO KNOW

     DON'T YOU KNOW YOUR GRIN HAS ALWAYS BEEN

     MY SUNSHINE

     LET THAT SUNSHINE SHOW


     COME ON, CHARLIE

     NO NEED TO FROWN

     DEEP DOWN YOU KNOW THE WORLD IS STILL YOUR TOY

     WHEN THE WORLD GETS HEAVY

     NEVER PITAPAT 'EM

     UP AND AT 'EM, BOY


     SOMEDAY SWEET AS A SONG

     CHARLIE'S LUCKY DAY WILL COME ALONG

     'TIL THAT DAY YOU'VE GOTTA STAY IN STRONG, CHARLIE

     UP ON TOP IS RIGHT WHERE YOU BELONG


     LOOK UP CHARLIE

     YOU'LL SEE A STAR

     JUST FOLLOW IT AND KEEP YOUR DREAM IN VIEW

     PRETTY SOON THE SKY IS GONNA CLEAR UP CHARLIE

     CHEER UP, CHARLIE, DO

     CHEER UP, CHARLIE

     JUST BE GLAD YOU'RE YOU


19.  MARBLE FALLS, ARIZONA


ARIZONA REPORTER: While the rest of the world goes on 

searching, here in the Southwest it has actually happened. 

That's what I said, friends.  There's only one Golden Ticket 

left in the entire world because right here in our own 

community of Marble Falls, Arizona, is lucky winner number 

four.  Now, the name soon to be heard around the universe is 

Mr. Mike Teevee.  Hey, Mike, do you think we might shut that 

thing off?


MIKE: No, are you crazy?


MRS. TEEVEE: He won't answer 'til the station break.


ARIZONA REPORTER: Mike, the country wants to hear from you; 

the world is waiting--


MIKE: Can't you shut up?  I'm busy.  Boy, what a great show.


MRS. TEEVEE: I serve all his TV dinners right here.  He's 

never even been to the table.


REPORTER #2: You love to watch TV, Mike?


MIKE: You bet.


REPORTER #3: What about that Golden Ticket, Mike?  That's 

what we all came to hear--


MIKE: Hold it!  I wanna catch this.


REPORTER #2: You like the killings, huh?


MIKE: What do you think life's all about?


ARIZONA REPORTER: Mike, would you tell us--


MIKE: (shoots his cap gun)  Wait 'til I get a real one.  

Colt .45.  Pop won't let me have one yet, will you, Pop.


MR. TEEVEE: Not 'til you're twelve, son.


     (Slugworth whispers in Mike's ear.)


20. NEWSROOM


ANCHORMAN: Four down, and one to go.  And somewhere out 

there, another lucky person is moving closer and closer to 

finding the last of the most sought after prizes in history.  

Though we cannot help but envy him, whoever he is, and we 

might be tempted to be bitter in our losing, we must 

remember there are many more important things--many more 

important things.  Offhand I can't think of what they are, 

but I'm sure there must be something.  And now for 

tomorrow's weather and--


21. BUCKETS' HOUSE


CHARLIE: Why'd you wake me up, Grandpa?  Is something wrong?  

(Grandpa pulls out a Wonka bar.)  Grandpa, that money was 

for tobacco.


GRANDPA JOE: I told you, Charlie, I've given it up.  Go on, 

open it.  One ticket left.  Now let's see some of that gold.


CHARLIE: No, you do it.  I can't.


GRANDPA JOE: Something tells me we're gonna be lucky this 

time.  I've got a funny feeling inside.  Which end shall I 

open first?


CHARLIE: That end.  Just a tiny bit.


GRANDPA JOE: Like this?


CHARLIE: Now a bit more.


GRANDPA JOE: You finish it; I can't.


CHARLIE: No, Grandpa, you do it.


GRANDPA JOE: All right, here goes.  (He opens the wrapper.)


CHARLIE: You know . . . I bet those Golden Tickets make the 

chocolate taste terrible.


     (They hug.)


22. AUCTION


AUCTIONEER: Lot four-oh-three (403).  I can personally 

guarantee, ladies and gentlemen, that this is the one and 

only, the absolutely last case of Wonka Bars left in the 

United Kingdom.  Shall we start the bidding at one thousand 

pounds?  Do I hear one thousand pounds?  Fifteen hundred 

pounds?  Two thousand?  I have two thousand five hundred 

here.  Four thousand pounds?  Forty-five hundred pounds!  

Five thousand pou--Your Majesty!


23. CURTIS HOME


DETECTIVE: I'm sorry, Mrs. Curtis.  Doesn't seem to be 

anything in his papers to give us a clue.


MRS. CURTIS: They kidnapped my husband twelve hours ago.  

When are we going to hear from them?  What do they want?


DETECTIVE: Try to stay calm.  They did it for ransom.  All 

we can do is wait to hear their demands.


MRS. CURTIS: I'll give them anything, anything they want!  

All I want is to have Harold back!


     (The phone rings.)


DETECTIVE: (on phone) Go ahead, we're listening.  Uh huh.  

Uh huh.


MRS. CURTIS: What did they ask for?  Whatever it is, they 

can have it.


DETECTIVE: They want your case of Wonka Bars.  Mrs. Curtis, 

did you hear me?  It's your husband's life or your case of 

Wonka Bars.


MRS. CURTIS: How long will they give me to think it over?


24. NEWSROOM


ANCHORMAN: That's it, that's it!  It's all over!  The Wonka 

Contest is all over!  The fifth and final ticket has been 

found, and we've got a live report coming in directly now 

from Paraguay, South America.


PARAGUAY REPORTER: Ladies and Gentlemen, it is finished.  

The end has come.  The fifth and last Golden Ticket has just 

been found right here in Paraguay.  The finder is lucky 

Alberto Min~oleta, the multimillionaire owner of gambling 

casinos throughout South America.


25. BUCKETS' HOUSE


PARAGUAY REPORTER (on TV): Here is the most recent picture 

of Alberto the happy finder, the man who has finally put an 

end to Wonkamania for all the world.


GRANDPA JOE: (on "put") Turn it off.  Well, that's that.  No 

more Golden Tickets.


GRANDMA JOSEPHINE: A lot of rubbish, the whole thing.


GRANDPA JOE: Not to Charlie it wasn't.  A little boy's got 

to have something in this world to hope for.  What's he got 

to hope for now?


GRANDMA GEORGINA: Who's going to tell him?


MRS. BUCKET: Let's not wake him.  He'll find out soon 

enough.


GRANDPA JOE: Yeah, let him sleep.  Let him have one last 

dream.


26. SCHOOL


MR. TURKENTINE: (clears throat) I've just decided to switch 

our Friday schedule to Monday, which means that the test we 

take each Friday on what we learned during the week will now 

take place on Monday before we've learned it.  But since 

today is Tuesday, it doesn't matter in the slightest.  

Pencils ready.  Today we are going to learn about . . . 

percentages.  And for an example, let's take the recent 

unpleasantness.  Supposing that there were a thousand 

Wonka Bars in the world and during the contest you each 

opened a certain number of them.  That number is a percent.  

Everyone understand?


KIDS: (some moan; others:) No.


MR. TURKENTINE: You, Madeline Durkin, how many Wonka Bars 

did you open?


MADELINE: About a hundred.


MR. TURKENTINE: There are ten hundreds in a thousand; 

therefore you opened ten percent.  You, Peter Goff, how many 

did you open?


PETER: A hundred and fifty.


MR. TURKENTINE: That's ten percent half over again, which 

makes fifteen percent.  Charlie Bucket, how many did you 

open?


CHARLIE: Two.


MR. TURKENTINE: That's easy.  Two hundred is twice one 

hundred . . .


CHARLIE:  Not two hundred.  Just two.


MR. TURKENTINE:  Two?  What do you mean you only opened two?


CHARLIE: I don't care very much for chocolate.


MR. TURKENTINE: Well I can't figure out just two, so let's 

pretend you opened two hundred.  Now, if you opened two 

hundred Wonka Bars, apart from being dreadfully sick, you'd 

have used up twenty percent of one thousand, which is 

fifteen percent half over again, ten percent--


27. ON THE STREET


     (Charlie finds a coin in a sewer grate and digs it   

     out.)


28. BILL'S CANDY SHOP


CHARLIE: (clears his throat)


BILL: Hi.


CHARLIE: I'd like a bar of chocolate please.


BILL: Yeah, sure.  What kind?  A Slugworth Sizzler?  A Wonka 

Scrumdidilyumptious?


CHARLIE: Whichever's the biggest.


BILL: Try a Scrumdidilyumptious.  Now that all the tickets 

have been found, I don't have to hide them anymore.  (Clears 

his throat and holds out his hand.  Charlie pays.)  Hey, 

hey, hey, take it easy.  You'll get a stomach ache if you 

swallow it like that.


CHARLIE: Bye.


BILL: Bye now.


CHARLIE: I think I'll buy just one more, for my Grandpa Joe.


BILL: Sure.  Why not try a regular Wonka Bar this time?


CHARLIE: Fine.


JOPECK (O.C.): Extra, extra!  Read all about it!  Hear the 

latest news!  Get your papers here!


MAN #1 (O.C.): What's going on?


JOPECK (O.C.): Hear about the scandal.


29. ON THE STREET


MAN #2 (O.C.): Look at this.


MAN #3 (O.C.): Which one?


MAN #4 (O.C.): Here, let me see.


JOPECK: Extra, extra!  Hear about the scandal.


MAN #5: Gimme a newspaper.


JOPECK: All right, all right, take it easy.  One at a time.


MAN #6: Who's the one that did it?


MAN #7: Did you hear the news?


JOPECK (O.C.): (continues through next lines) All right, all 

right, just a moment . . . wait your turn . . . give me a 

chance . . .


MAN WITH PAPER: That gambler from Paraguay made up a phony 

ticket.


SECOND MAN: That means there's one Golden Ticket still 

floating around somewhere.


MAN WITH PAPER: Can you imagine the nerve of that guy, 

trying to fool the whole world?


SECOND MAN: Aw, he really was a crook!  Well this means the 

contest goes on forever.  Wonder where they'll find the next 

one.


JOPECK (O.C.): Take it easy, take it easy, one at a time.


     (Charlie opens his Wonka Bar; there is the Golden 

     Ticket!)


WOMAN #1: Hey, you've got it!  You've got the last Golden 

Ticket!  The kid's found the last Golden Ticket!  Hold it 

up, sonny, so we can see!


MAN A: Hey, let me see it!


MAN B: It really is gold!


JOPECK: Stand back there.  Leave the boy alone!


MAN C: Hey, kid, come over here.


WOMAN #2: Let me see it!  Did you see what he's got?


JOPECK: You're going to kill him!  Leave him alone!  Break 

it up.


MAN D: Let me see it!  Over here, show it over here!


MAN B: It really is gold!


MAN C: I wanna see it.  Hey, kid . . .


JOPECK: Come on, Charlie!  Hold on to that ticket!  Run for 

it, Charlie!  Run straight home and don't stop 'til you get 

there!


     (Charlie starts running home.)


30. ALLEY


     (Slughworth steps into Charlie's path.)


SLUGWORTH: I congratulate you, little boy.  Well done.  You 

found the fifth Golden Ticket.  May I introduce myself.  

Arthur Slugworth, President of Slugworth Chocolates, 

Incorporated.  Now listen carefully because I'm going to 

make you very rich indeed.  Mr. Wonka is at this moment 

working on a fantastic invention: the Everlasting 

Gobstopper.  If he succeeds, he'll ruin me.  So all I want 

you to do is to get hold of just one Everlasting Gobstopper 

and bring it to me so that I can find the secret formula.  

Your reward will be ten thousand of these.  (He flips 

through a stack of money.)  Think it over, will you.  A new 

house for your family, and good food and comfort for the 

rest of their lives.  And don't forget the name: Everlasting 

Gobstopper.


31.  BUCKETS' HOUSE


CHARLIE: Look, everyone, look, I've got it!  The fifth 

Golden Ticket is mine!


GRANDPA JOE: You're pulling our legs, Charlie!  There aren't 

any more Golden Tickets.


CHARLIE: No, Grandpa, the last one was a fake; it said so in 

the papers.  I found some money in the street, and I bought 

a Wonka Bar, and the ticket was in it.


MRS. BUCKET: Charlie!


CHARLIE: Look at it, Grandpa, see for yourself!


GRANDMA JOSEPHINE: Read it, Joe, for heaven's sake!


GRANDPA JOE: "Greetings to you, the lucky finder of this 

Golden Ticket, from Mr. Willy Wonka.  Present this ticket at 

the factory gates at ten o'clock in the morning of the first 

day of October, and do not be late.  You may bring with you 

one member of your own family but no one else.  In your 

wildest dreams you could not imagine the marvelous surprises 

that await you!"  Charlie, you've done it!


MRS. BUCKET: I can't believe it!


CHARLIE: Grandpa?  It says I can take somebody with me.  I 

wish you could go.


GRANDPA JOE: (struggling to get out of bed) Charlie.  

(Charlie helps him.)  Ah, that's good.  Now help me up.  (He 

stands, then falls back on the bed) Oh!


CHARLIE: Are you okay?


GRANDPA JOE: Oh yeah, I'm fine, Charlie.  (He stands up and 

stumbles.)


GRANDMA GEORGINA: (screams)


MRS. BUCKET: Easy, Dad.


GRANDMA JOSEPHINE: Joe!  Watch it, Joe!


GRANDPA JOE: Look at me!  Look at me!  Up and about . . .  I 

haven't done this in twenty years.


CHARLIE: Grandpa!


GRANDPA JOE:

     I NEVER THOUGHT MY LIFE COULD BE

     ANYTHING BUT CATASTROPHE

     BUT SUDDENLY I BEGIN TO SEE

     A BIT OF GOOD LUCK FOR ME


     'CAUSE I'VE GOT A GOLDEN TICKET

     I'VE GOT A GOLDEN TWINKLE IN MY EYE


     I NEVER HAD A CHANCE TO SHINE

     NEVER A HAPPY SONG TO SING

     BUT SUDDENLY HALF THE WORLD IS MINE

     WHAT AN AMAZING THING


     'CAUSE I'VE GOT A GOLDEN TICKET

It's ours, Charlie!

     I'VE GOT A GOLDEN SUN UP IN THE SKY

Slippers, Charlie!


     I NEVER THOUGHT I'D SEE THE DAY

     WHEN I WOULD FACE THE WORLD AND SAY


CHARLIE AND GRANDPA JOE:

     "GOOD MORNING!  AND LOOK AT THE SUN!"


GRANDPA JOE:

     I NEVER THOUGHT THAT I WOULD BE

     SLAP IN THE LAP OF LUXURY

     'CAUSE I'D HAVE SAID


CHARLIE:

     "IT COULDN'T BE DONE"


GRANDPA JOE:

     BUT IT CAN BE DONE


Oooh!  The cane, Charlie!  Ah!  Ahhh!  (He laughs.)  Here I 

go!  Watch my speed!


GRANDPA JOE:

     I NEVER DREAMED THAT I WOULD CLIMB

     OVER THE MOON IN ECSTASY

     BUT NEVERTHELESS IT'S THERE THAT I'M

     SHORTLY ABOUT TO BE


CHARLIE AND GRANDPA JOE:

     'CAUSE I'VE GOT A GOLDEN TICKET

     I'VE GOT A GOLDEN CHANCE TO MAKE MY WAY

     AND WITH A GOLDEN TICKET IT'S A GOLDEN DAY


GRANDPA JOE: 

     Good morning!  Look at the sun!


CHARLIE AND GRANDPA JOE:

     'CAUSE I'D HAVE SAID, "IT COULDN'T BE DONE"


GRANDPA JOE:

     BUT IT CAN BE DONE


     I NEVER DREAMED THAT I WOULD CLIMB

     OVER THE MOON IN ECSTASY

     BUT NEVERTHELESS IT'S THERE THAT I'M

     SHORTLY ABOUT TO BE


     'CAUSE I'VE GOT A GOLDEN TICKET


CHARLIE AND GRANDPA JOE:

     I'VE GOT A GOLDEN TICKET

     I'VE GOT A GOLDEN CHANCE TO MAKE MY WAY

     AND WITH A GOLDEN TICKET IT'S A GOLDEN DAY


MRS. BUCKET: Stop!  It says the first of October; that's 

tomorrow!


GRANDPA JOE: Jumping Crocodiles, Charlie!  We've got a lot 

to do.  Comb your hair, wash your face, polish your shoes, 

and brush your--


MRS. BUCKET: I'll take care of everything, Dad.


GRANDPA JOE: We don't have too much time.


CHARLIE: Grandpa . . . on the way home today, I ran into Mr. 

Slugworth.


32. WONKA'S FACTORY GATES


     (A large crowd is gathered, including reporters and a 

     band.)


MIKE: Hey, Mom, we're on TV!  Hi, everybody in Marble Falls!  

Hi, Billy!  Hi, Maggie!  Hi, Fishface!  How do I look?

(Cut to:)

LOCAL REPORTER: You guys ready?


CAMERAMAN (O.C.): Yeah, you're on.


LOCAL REPORTER: Well, this is it folks.  This is the big 

day, the historic day on which Willy Wonka has promised to 

open his gates and shower gifts on the five lucky winners.  

From all over the globe, people have gathered here waiting 

for the hour to strike, waiting to catch a glimpse of that 

legendary magician Mr. Willy Wonka.


(Cut to:)

MR. BEUAREGARDE: Hi, friends.  Sam Beauregarde here.  The 

next time you're in Miles City, Montana, don't forget to 

visit Beauregarde's AutoMart . . .


VIOLET: (on "Beauregarde's") Cut it out, Dad; for heaven's 

sake, this is my show!  Hi, Cornelia sweetie, I've still got 

it.  And how's this for a stretch?  (She stretches her gum 

down and lets go.)


(Cut to:)

VERUCA: I want to go in first before anybody else.


MR. SALT: Anything you say, sweetheart.


(Cut to:)

MRS. GLOOP: (taking food away from Augustus) Save some room 

for later, Augustus liebling [darling].


(Cut to:)

CHARLIE: Grandpa?


GRANDPA JOE: Mmm?


CHARLIE: I don't believe it.  We did it; we're actually 

going in.


GRANDPA JOE: We're going to see the greatest of them all: 

Mr. Willy Wonka!


     (The clock strikes ten.  Willy Wonka emerges; the crowd 

     cheers until they see he is limping with a cane.  At 

     the end of the red carpet, he sticks the cane in the 

     stones and performs an acrobatic somersault.  The crowd 

     applauds.)


WONKA: Thank you.  Thank you.  Welcome, my friends.  Welcome 

to my chocolate factory.  (to the ticket holders) Would you 

come forward please?


MR. SALT: Veruca first!  Get back, you!  Come on, Veruca 

sweetheart!


     (Slugworth gives the thumbs up to Charlie.)


CHARLIE: That's Slugworth!  That's the one I've told you 

about!


WONKA:  Welcome.  It's nice to have you here.  I'm so glad 

you could come.  This is going to be such an exciting day.  

I hope you enjoy it.  I think you will.  And now would you 

please show me your Golden Tickets.


VERUCA: I'm Veruca Salt.


WONKA:  My dear Veruca, what a pleasure.  And how pretty you 

look in that lovely mink coat.


VERUCA: I've got three others at home.


WONKA: And Mr. Salt, overjoyed to see you, sir.  Would you 

just step over there for a minute.


AUGUSTUS: Augustus Gloop.


WONKA: Augustus, my dear boy, how good to see you--and in 

such fine shape.  And this must be the radiant Mrs. Gloop.  

Just over there, dear lady.


VIOLET: Violet Beauregarde.


WONKA: Darling child, welcome to Wonka's.


VIOLET: What kind of gum you got here?


WONKA: Charming, charming!


MR. BEAUREGARDE: Sam Beauregarde here, Mr. Wonka.


WONKA: My dear sir, what a genuine pleasure.


MR. BEAUREGARDE: If ever you need anything in the automotive 

line, just call on Sam B, phone number's on the card.  With 

Sam B, it's a guarantee.


MIKE: I'm Mike Teevee.


WONKA: Mike . . .


MIKE: Wham!  (He pulls his gun.) You're dead!


WONKA: Wonderful to meet you, Mike.  And Mrs. Teevee, how do 

you do?  What an adorable little boy you have.


MRS. TEEVEE: Thank you.


WONKA: Just over there.


CHARLIE: Charlie Bucket.


WONKA: Well, well, Charlie Bucket, I read all about you in 

the papers.  I'm so happy for you.  And who is this 

gentleman?


CHARLIE: My grandfather, Grandpa Joe.


WONKA: Delighted to meet you, sir.  Overjoyed, enraptured, 

entranced; are we ready?  Yes!  Good!  In we go!


     (They all enter the factory.)


33. ENTRANCE HALLWAY


WONKA: Now: hats, coats, galoshes, over here.  But hurry 

please, we have so much time and so little to see.  Wait a 

minute!  Strike that.  Reverse it.  Thank you.


VIOLET: When do I get my chocolate?


MR. BEAUREGARDE: First take off your coat, Violet.


MIKE: Boy, what weird looking coat hangers.


     (The hand coat hangers grab the clothes; the group 

     gasps and screams, startled.)


WONKA: Little surprises around every corner but nothing 

dangerous.  Don't be alarmed.  And as soon as your outer 

vestments are in hand, we'll begin.  Now.  Will the children 

kindly step up here.


     (He pulls back a curtain to reveal a contract.)


MR. BEAUREGARDE: (mutters, reading)


MR. SALT: (mutters through his teeth, reading, then:) 

Floods, fire, frost, or frippery?


MIKE: Accidents?  What kind of accidents?


MR. BEAUREGARDE:  . . . Labor unions? . . . (Returns to 

muttering.)


MRS. TEEVEE: I didn't know we had to sign anything for this 

tour.


MR. BEAUREGARDE:  . . . in trying to determine . . . 

(mutters)


VIOLET: I can't see what it says in the bottom.


WONKA: Violet?  You first.  Sign here.


MR. BEAUREGARDE: Hold it!  Lemme through here, you kids.  

Violet, baby, don't you sign anything there.  What's this 

all about?


WONKA: Standard form of contract.


MR. BEAUREGARDE: Don't talk to me about contracts, Wonka; I 

use 'em myself.  They're strictly for suckers.


WONKA: Yes, but you wouldn't begrudge me a little 

protection.  A drop.


MR. BEAUREGARDE: I don't sign anything without my lawyer.


MR. SALT: My Veruca don't sign anything either.


WONKA: Then she don't go in.  I'm sorry, rules of the house.


VERUCA: I want to go in.  Don't you dare stop me.


MR. SALT: I'm only trying to help you, sweetheart.


VERUCA: (to Violet) Gimme that pen.  (to Mr. Salt)  You're 

always making things difficult.


WONKA: Nicely handled, Veruca.  She's a girl who knows where 

she's going.  Violet . . .?


MR. BEAUREGARDE: Wait a minute, what's all that small print 

there at the bottom?


WONKA: Oh, if you have any problems, dial information, thank 

you for calling.  Mike?  Augustus?


MR. BEAUREGARDE: Violet.  Violet!


MRS. TEEVEE: I assume there's an accident indemnity clause.


WONKA: Never between friends.


MIKE: Saw this in a movie once.  Guy signed his wife's 

insurance policy.  Then he bumped her off.


WONKA: Clever.


CHARLIE: What about me, Grandpa?


GRANDPA JOE: Sign away, Charlie; we got nothing to lose.


VERUCA: Let's go in; come on!


WONKA: Patience, patience, little dear.  Everything has to 

be in order.  Everyone's signed?  Yes.  Good.  On we go!  

(opening lock)  Ninety-nine . . . forty-four . . . one 

hundred percent pure.  (He pushes open the door.)  Just 

through the other door please.


34. DEAD END HALLWAY


     (They rush in; chaos ensues.)


MR. SALT: Uh, Wonka, there's some mistake here . . .


MIKE: There is no other door.


VERUCA: There's no way out!


WONKA: Well I know there's a door here someplace.


MRS. GLOOP: (screams)


MR. BEAUREGARDE: I don't like this, Wonka; I don't like it 

at all!


MR. SALT: Is this a trick or something, Wonka?


MRS. GLOOP: Help!  Mr. Wonka, help!  I'm getting squashed!  

Save me!


WONKA: Is it my soul that calls upon my name?


VERUCA: Let me out or I'll scream!


MRS. TEEVEE: Somebody's touching me.


MR. SALT: Now look here, Wonka . . .


WONKA: Excuse me, question time will come at the end of the 

session.  We must press on.  Come along . . . come along . . 

.  Ah, here we are.


MR. BEAUREGARDE: Oh, don't be a darn fool, Wonka; that's the 

way we came in.


WONKA: It is?  Are you sure?


MR. SALT: We've just come through there.


WONKA: Huh.  How do you like that?


     (He leans against the door; it opens.  The crowd emits 

     "Oh"s and "Aw"s.  During this:)


VIOLET: It's all different . . .

WONKA: There we are . . .


MR. SALT: What is this, Wonka?  Some kind of fun house?


WONKA: Why, having fun?


MRS. TEEVEE: I've had enough.  I'm not going in there.


MR. BEAUREGADE: Come on, Violet, we're getting out of here.


WONKA: Oh, you can't get out backwards.  You've gotta go 

forwards to go back.  Better press on. 


35. SKEWED PERSPECTIVE ROOM


     (Wonka walks down the hall which gets shorter as it 

     goes on.)


CHARLIE: Hey, the room is getting smaller!


MRS. TEEVEE: No, it's not; he's getting bigger.


MR. SALT: He's at it again.


MIKE: Where's the chocolate?


MR. BEAUREGARDE: I doubt if there is any.


MR. SALT: I doubt if any of us will get out of here alive.


WONKA: Oh, you should never, never doubt what nobody is sure 

about.


MRS. GLOOP: You're not squeezing me through that tiny door.


MR. SALT: You're off your bleeding nut, Wonka.  No one can 

get through there.


WONKA: My dear friends, you are now about to enter the nerve 

center of the entire Wonka Factory.  Inside this room, all 

of my dreams become realities.  And some of my realities 

become dreams.  And almost everything you will see is 

eatible.  Edible.  I mean, you can eat almost everything.


AUGUSTUS: Let me in, I'm starving!


WONKA: Now, don't get overexcited!  Don't lose your head, 

Augustus!  We wouldn't want anyone to lose that!  Yet.  Now, 

the combination . . . This is a musical lock.  (He plays the 

opening to Mozart's "Marriage of Figaro.")


MRS. TEEVEE: Rachmaninoff.


WONKA: Ladies and gentlemen . . . boys and girls . . .


36. THE CHOCOLATE ROOM


WONKA: (as the door opens) The chocolate room.


     Hold your breath.  Make a wish.  Count to three.


     COME WITH ME

     AND YOU'LL BE

     IN A WORLD OF PURE IMAGINATION

     TAKE A LOOK

(whips cane around)

     AND YOU'LL SEE

     INTO YOUR IMAGINATION


     WE'LL BEGIN

(whips cane around)

     WITH A SPIN

     TRAVELLING IN THE WORLD OF MY CREATION

     WHAT WE'LL SEE

     WILL DEFY

     EXPLANATION


(whips cane around)


     IF YOU WANT TO VIEW PARADISE

     SIMPLY LOOK AROUND AND VIEW IT

     ANYTHING YOU WANT TO, DO IT

     WANT TO CHANGE THE WORLD

(pulls hair out of Mike's head)

     THERE'S NOTHING

     TO IT


MR. BEAUREGARDE: Hurry up, Violet.


CHARLIE: This way, Grandpa.


WONKA:

     THERE IS NO LIFE I KNOW

     TO COMPARE WITH PURE IMAGINATION

     LIVING THERE

     YOU'LL BE FREE

     IF YOU TRULY WISH TO BE


     IF YOU WANT TO VIEW PARADISE

     SIMPLY LOOK AROUND AND VIEW IT

     ANYTHING YOU WANT TO, DO IT

     WANT TO CHANGE THE WORLD

     THERE'S NOTHING

     TO IT


     THERE IS NO LIFE I KNOW

     TO COMPARE WITH PURE IMAGINATION

     LIVING THERE

     YOU'LL BE FREE

     IF YOU TRULY

     WISH TO BE


MRS. GLOOP: What a disgusting, dirty river.


MR. SALT: It's industrial waste, that.  You've ruined your 

watershed, Wonka.  It's polluted.


WONKA: It's chocolate.


VERUCA: That's chocolate?!?


CHARLIE: That's chocolate.


VIOLET: A chocolate river.


GRANDPA JOE: That's the most fantastic thing I've ever seen.


WONKA: Ten thousand gallons an hour.  And look at my 

waterfall.  That's the most important thing.  It's mixing my 

chocolate.  It's actually churning my chocolate.  You know, 

no other factory in the world mixes its chocolate by 

waterfall.  (to Mr. Salt) But it's the only way if you want 

it just right . . .


CHARLIE: Grandpa, look over there across the river!  They're 

little men!


GRANDPA JOE: Jumping Crocodiles, Charlie!  Now we know who 

makes the chocolate.


MR. SALT: I never saw anybody with an orange face before.  

Funny-looking people, aren't they, Wonka?


MRS. TEEVEE: What are they doing there?


WONKA: It must be creaming and sugaring time.


VIOLET: Well they can't be real people.


WONKA: Well of course they're real people.


MR. SALT: Stuff and nonsense.


WONKA: No, Oompa Loompas.


THE GROUP: Oompa Loompas?!?


WONKA: From Loompaland.


MRS. TEEVEE: Loompaland?  There's no such place.


WONKA: Excuse me, dear lady . . .


MRS. TEEVEE: Mr. Wonka, I am a teacher of geography.


WONKA: Oh, well then you know all about it and what a 

terrible country it is.  Nothing but desolate wastes and 

fierce beasts.  And the poor little Oompa Loompas were so 

small and helpless, they would get gobbled up right and 

left.  A Wangdoodle would eat ten of them for breakfast and 

think nothing of it.  And so, I said, "Come and live with me 

in peace and safety, away from all the Wangdoodles and 

Hornswogglers and Snozzwangers and rotten Vermicious Knids."


MR. SALT: Snozzwangers?  Vermicious Knids?  What kind of 

rubbish is that?


WONKA: I'm sorry, but all questions must be submitted in 

writing.  And so, in the greatest of secrecy I transported 

the entire population of Oompa Loompas to my factory here.


VERUCA: Hey, Daddy, I want an Oompa Loompa.  I want you to 

get me an Oompa Loompa right away.


MR. SALT: All right, Veruca, all right.  I'll get you one 

before the day is out.


VERUCA: I want an Oompa Loompa now!


VIOLET: Can it, you nit!


AUGUSTUS (O.C.): Mmmmm . . . this stuff is terrific.


CHARLIE: Grandpa, look at Augustus.


GRANDPA JOE  (O.C.): Don't worry, he can't drink it all.


MRS. GLOOP: Augustus, sweetheart, save some room for later.


WONKA: Oh, uh, Augustus, please, don't do that.  My 

chocolate must never be touched by human hands.  Plea--don't 

do that!  Don't do that; you're contaminating my entire 

river.  Please, I beg you, Augustus!


     (Augustus falls in; Mrs. Gloop and others scream.)


MIKE: Man overboard.


WONKA: My chocolate!


AUGUSTUS: Help!


WONKA: My chocolate!  My beautiful chocolate.


AUGUSTUS: Help!


MRS. GLOOP: Don't just stand there; do something!


WONKA: Help.  Police.  Murder.


GRANDPA JOE: Quick, Charlie, here!


CHARLIE: Quick, Augustus, grab this!


     (Augustus tries to grab the huge lollipop Charlie 

     offers, but he sinks below the water.)


MRS. TEEVEE: What--what's happening to him?


MR. SALT: It looks like he's drowning.


MRS. GLOOP: Dive in!  Save him!


WONKA: Oh, it's too late.


MRS. GLOOP: Too late?


WONKA: Oh, he's had it now; the suction's got him.


MR. SALT: What suction?


MRS. GLOOP: Augustus, come back.  Where is he?


WONKA: Watch the pipe.


VERUCA: How long is he going to stay down, Daddy?


MRS. GLOOP: He can't swim.


WONKA: There's no better time to learn.


MIKE: There's his coat going up the pipe.


MR. BEAUREGARDE: Call a plumber.


MR. SALT: He's stuck in the pipe there, isn't he, Wonka?  

It's his stomach that's done that.


AUGUSTUS: (stuck in the pipe) Heeelllp!  Heeelllp!


VIOLET: He's blocking all the chocolate.


GRANDPA JOE: Well, what happens now?


WONKA: Oh, the pressure'll get him out.  Terrific pressure 

is building up behind the blockage.


     (Commotion.)


MR. SALT: I wonder how long it's gonna take him to push 

through.


WONKA: The suspense is terrible.  I hope it'll last.


MR. SALT: He, he's gonna go up this time.  He--he-- Go on, 

boy, go on!


MRS. GLOOP: This is terrible.


CHARLIE: He'll never get out!


GRANDPA JOE: Yes, he will, Charlie.  Watch.  Remember you 

once asked me how a bullet comes out of a gun?


     (Augustus shoots up the pipe.)


MRS. GLOOP: He's gone!  He'll be made into marshmallows in

five seconds!


WONKA: Impossible, my dear lady, that's absurd!  

Unthinkable!


MRS. GLOOP: Why?


WONKA: Because that pipe doesn't go to the marshmallow room; 

it goes to the fudge room.


MRS. GLOOP: You terrible man.


     (Wonka plays a short tune on the pipe whistle; an Oompa 

     Loompa comes over.)


MR. SALT: Who said that?


MR. BEAUREGARDE: What the heck is that?

GRANDPA JOE: He's got a whistle.


WONKA: Take Mrs. Gloop straight to the fudge room, but look 

sharp!  Or her little boy is liable to get poured into the 

boiler.


MRS. GLOOP: You've boiled him up, I know it!


WONKA: Nihil desperandum [Nothing to despair], dear lady.  

Across the desert lies the promised land.  Goodbye, Mrs. 

Gloop.  Adieu!  Auf wiedersehen!  Gesundheit.  Farewell.


OOMPA LOOMPAS:

     OOMPA LOOMPA DOOMPADEE DOO

     I'VE GOT A PERFECT PUZZLE FOR YOU

     OOMPA LOOMPA, DOOMPADAH DEE

     IF YOU ARE WISE YOU'LL LISTEN ME


     WHAT DO YOU GET WHEN YOU GUZZLE DOWN SWEETS

     EATING AS MUCH AS AN ELEPHANT EATS

     WHAT ARE YOU AT GETTING TERRIBLY FAT

     WHAT DO YOU THINK WILL COME OF THAT

     I DON'T LIKE THE LOOK OF IT


     OOMPA LOOMPA DOOMPADEE DAH

     IF YOU'RE NOT GREEDY YOU WILL GO FAR

     YOU WILL LIVE IN HAPPINESS TOO

     LIKE THE OOMPA LOOMPA DOOMPADEE DO

     DOOMPADEE DOO


MR. BEAUREGARDE: Hey, what kind of place you running here 

anyhow, Wonka?


WONKA: Uhhhh . . . mesdames et messieurs, maintenant nous 

allons faire grand petit voyage par bateau. [Ladies and 

Gentlemen, now we are going for a great little boat trip.]


MR. SALT: What's he talking about?


WONKA: Voulez-vous entrer le Wonkatania?  [Do you want to 

come on the Wonkatania?] 


     (The Wonkatania floats down the river.)


CHARLIE: Wow, what a boat.


GRANDPA JOE: Ohhhh, looks good enough to eat.


MR. SALT: That's quite a nice little canoe you've got there, 

Wonka.


WONKA: All I ask is a tall ship and a star to sail her by.  

All aboard, everybody.


MR. SALT: Uh, ladies first, and that means Veruca.


GRANDPA JOE: If she's a lady, I'm a Vermicious Knid.


MR. SALT: You sure this thing'll float, eh, Wonka?


WONKA: With your buoyancy, sir, rest assured.


MRS. TEEVEE: She's tres joli [very pretty], but is she 

seaworthy?


WONKA: Nothing to worry about, my dear lady.  I take good 

care of my guests.


MR. BEAUREGARDE: Yeah, you took real good care of that 

August kid over there, that's for sure.


WONKA: Everybody aboard?  You're going to love this.  Just 

love it.


     (The boat begins to sail.)


VERUCA: Hey, Daddy, I want a boat like this.  A beautiful 

paddle boat, that's what I want.


GRANDPA JOE: What she wants is a good kick in the pants.


MRS. TEEVEE: I think I'm gonna be seasick.


WONKA: Here, try one of these.


MRS. TEEVEE: What are they?


WONKA: Rainbow drops.  Suck 'em and you can spit in seven 

different colors.


VIOLET: (picking her nose) Spitting's a dirty habit.


WONKA: I know a worse one.


MR. BEAUREGARDE: What business you in, Salt? 


MR. SALT: Nuts.


     (The boat heads into the tunnel.)


MR. SALT: Hang on, where are we going?


MR. BEAUREGARDE: I don't know, but I don't like the looks of 

that tunnel up there.  Hey, Wonka, I want off!


WONKA: 'Round the world and home again, that's the sailor's 

way!


37. THE TUNNEL


     (Commotion.  Disgusting images flash on the wall.)


VERUCA: I don't like this ride, Daddy.


WONKA: Faster!


MR. SALT: Wonka, do me a favor?  Tell those people to stop 

paddling back there.


WONKA: Faster!


MRS. TEEVEE: We're going too fast!


WONKA: Faster!  Faster!


VIOLET: We're gonna sink, I know it!


VERUCA: Why doesn't he stop the boat?


WONKA: Faster!


MR. SALT: Hang on, darling!  Just close your eyes and hang 

on tight!


MIKE: What's happening?


WONKA: Faster!


VIOLET: What is this, a freak-out?


MR. BEAUREGARDE: Hey, this isn't funny, Wonka!


MR. SALT: You can't possibly see where you're going, Wonka!


WONKA: You're right.  I can't.


MIKE: Boy, what a great series this would make.


MR. SALT: Wonka . . .


CHARLIE: This is kind of strange . . .


GRANDPA JOE: Yeah, strange, Charlie, but it's fun!  Ha ha!


MIKE: This is terrific!


MRS. TEEVEE: Ugghhhhhh . . .


MR. SALT: How much to get off the boat, Wonka?


MRS. TEEVEE: Ugghhh . . . I think I'm gonna be sick.


MR. SALT: I can take a joke, but this has gone too far.


MR. BEAUREGARDE: Tell that little guy to turn us around, 

Wonka!


MRS. TEEVEE: Aaaaaaa!  Now I am gonna be sick!


VERUCA: Save me, Daddy!


CHARLIE: (reacting when Slugworth's face appears on the 

wall) Grandpa!


GRANDPA: It couldn't be.


     (A few screams . . .)


WONKA:

     THERE'S NO EARTHLY WAY OF KNOWING


MR. SALT: Heh, heh . . . he's singing . . .


WONKA:

     WHICH DIRECTION WE ARE GOING

     THERE'S NO KNOWING WHERE WE'RE ROWING


MR. SALT:

(echoing) ROWING . . .


WONKA: 

     OR WHICH WAY THE RIVER'S FLOWING


     IS IT RAINING 

     IS IT SNOWING

     IS A HURRICANE A-BLOWING


     Bleh!

     Not a speck of light is showing

     So the danger must be growing

     Are the fires of hell a glowing?

     Is the grisly reaper mowing?

     Yes!  The danger must be growing

     For the rowers keep on rowing

     And they're certainly not showing

     Any signs that they are slowing!


     (Wonka screams.  Chaos.)


VERUCA: Oh, make him stop, Daddy!


MR. SALT: Wonka, this has gone far enough!


WONKA: Quite right, sir!  Stop the boat!


38. HALLWAY OUTSIDE INVENTING ROOM


WONKA: We're there. 


MRS. TEEVEE: Where?


WONKA: Here.  A small step for mankind, but a giant step for 

us.  All ashore!


MR. BEAUREGARDE: Let me off this crate!


MIKE: Now why don't they show stuff like that on TV?


MRS. TEEVEE: I don't know.


MR. SALT: What a nightmare.


VERUCA: Daddy, I do not want a boat like this.


     (Charlie and Grandpa Joe read a sign.)


CHARLIE: Dairy cream . . .


GRANDPA JOE: Whipped cream . . .


CHARLIE: Coffee cream . . .


GRANDPA JOE: Vanilla cream . . .


CHARLIE AND GRANDPA JOE: Hair cream?


WONKA: Meine Herrschaften, schenken Sie mir ihre 

aufmerksamkeit.  [My friends (masters),  please give me your 

attention.]


MRS. TEEVEE: That's not French.


WONKA: Sie kommen jetzt in den interessantesten und 

gleichzeitig geheimsten raum meiner fabrik.  [You have now 

come to the most interesting and, at the same time, the most 

secret room of my factory.]


MR. SALT: I can't take much more of this.


WONKA: Meine Damen und Herren, der Inventing Room. [Ladies 

and Gentlemen, The Inventing Room.]  Now remember, no 

messing about.  No touching, no tasting, no telling.


GRANDPA JOE: No telling what?


WONKA: You see, all of my most secret inventions are cooking 

and simmering in here.  Old Slugworth would give his false 

teeth to get inside for just five minutes, so don't touch a 

thing!


39. THE INVENTING ROOM


(Various contraptions bubble, churn, and whistle.)


GRANDPA JOE: Inventing room?  It looks more like a Turkish 

bath to me.


CHARLIE: Even if Slugworth did get in here, he couldn't find 

anything.


MR. BEAUREGARDE: You got a garbage strike going on here, 

Wonka?


MRS. TEEVEE: Who does your cleaning up?


MR. SALT: Shouldn't you be wearing rubber gloves?  You'll 

have the health inspectors after you, you know that, don't 

you.


WONKA: (as he mixes a concoction) Invention, my dear 

friends, is ninety-three percent perspiration, . . . six 

percent electricity, . . . four percent evaporation, . . . 

and two percent butterscotch ripple.  

(He tastes.)


MRS. TEEVEE: That's a hundred and five percent!


MR. SALT: Any good?


WONKA: (high, Muppet-like voice) Yes!  Excuse me . . .  (to 

Veruca)  Time is a precious thing.  Never waste it.  (He 

throws an alarm clock into the cauldron.)


VERUCA: He's absolutely bonkers.


CHARLIE: And that's not bad.


MIKE: (eating something) Mmmm . . .


WONKA:

     IN SPRINGTIME, THE ONLY PRETTY RING TIME

     BIRDS SING, HEY DING

     A-DING, A-DING

     SWEET LOVERS LOVE THE SPRING--


     (An explosion in Mike's mouth knocks him backwards.)


MRS. TEEVEE: Mike!


WONKA: I told you not to, silly boy.


MRS. TEEVEE: Your teeth!


MIKE: Boy, that's great stuff.


WONKA: That's exploding candy for your enemies.  Great idea, 

isn't it.  Not ready yet, though, still too weak.  Needs 

more gelignite.  (He puts sneakers into a pot.)


MR. SALT: What's that for?


WONKA: Gives it a little kick.


MR. SALT: Wonka?  Butterscotch . . . butter gin . . . you've 

got something going on inside of here?


WONKA: Candy is dandy, but liquor is quicker.  (Tests a 

pot.)  Aaa!


VIOLET: What's the matter?  Too hot, Mr. Wonka?


WONKA: Too cold.  Far too cold.


MR. SALT: That's gourmet cooking for you.


     (Mr. Beauregarde tries to look into the Everlasting 

     Gobstopper machine; a buzzer goes off.)


WONKA: No!  Don't.  Please.  Forgive me, but no one must 

look under there.  This is the most secret machine in my 

entire factory.  This is the one that's really going to 

sizzle old Slugworth.


CHARLIE: What's it do?


WONKA: Would you like to see?


CHARLIE: Yeah.


     (Wonka pushes a button.  The machine goes through a 

     long process, then produces Everlasting Gobstoppers.)


CHARLIE: But what's it do?


WONKA: Can't you see?  It makes Everlasting Gobstoppers.


VIOLET: Did you say "Everlasting Gobstoppers"?  (Wonka 

mouths the last words with her.)


WONKA: That's right.  For children with very little pocket 

money.  You can suck 'em forever.


VERUCA: I want an Everlasting Gobstopper.


VIOLET: Me too!


MIKE: And me!


WONKA: Fantastic invention.  Revolutionize the industry.  

You can suck 'em and suck 'em and suck 'em, and they'll 

never get any smaller.  Never.  At least I don't think they 

do.  A few more tests.


MIKE: How do you make 'em?


WONKA: I'm a trifle deaf in this ear.  Speak a little louder 

next time.  Who wants an Everlasting Gobstopper? 


     (The children say "Me!" or "I do!")  


WONKA: I can only give them to you if you solemnly swear to 

keep them for yourselves and never show them to another 

living soul as long as you all shall live.  Agreed?


     (Veruca crosses her fingers behind her back.)


CHILDREN: Agreed.


WONKA: Good.  (He hands them out.)  One for you, and one for 

you, and one for you.


GRANDPA JOE: Eh, what about Charlie?


WONKA: And one for Charlie.


VERUCA: Hey, she's got two.  I want another one!


VIOLET: Stop squawking, you twit!


WONKA: Everybody has had one, and one is enough for anybody.  

Now come along.  Now over here, if you'll follow me, I have 

something rather special to show you.


MR. SALT: Well, it's special, all right.  I only hope my 

Veruca doesn't want one.  (He laughs.)


MIKE: What a contraption.


WONKA:  Isn't she scrumptious?  She's my revolutionary, non-

pollutionary mechanical wonder.  Now: button, button, who's 

got the button?


CHARLIE: It's over there.


WONKA: Here?


CHARLIE: Yeah.


WONKA: (pushes the button; the contraption begins to work)  

What you are witnessing, dear friends, is the most enormous 

miracle of the machine age: the creation of a confectionery 

giant!  Finito!


VERUCA: That's all?


WONKA: That's all?!?  Don't you know what this is?


VIOLET: By gum, it's gum!


WONKA: Wrong!  It's the most amazing, fabulous, sensational 

gum in the whole world.


VIOLET: What's so fab about it?


WONKA: This little piece of gum is a three course dinner.


MR. SALT: Bull.


WONKA: No, roast beef, but I haven't got it quite right yet.  


VIOLET: (grabbing the gum) I don't care.


WONKA: Oh, I wouldn't do that.  I really wouldn't.


VIOLET: So long as it's gum, then that's for me.


MR. BEAUREGARDE: Violet, now don't you do anything stupid.


VIOLET: (sighs in disgust)


CHARLIE: What's it taste like?


VIOLET: Madness!  It's tomato soup!  It's hot and creamy.  

I can actually feel it running down my throat!  It's 

delicious!


WONKA: Stop, don't . . .


CHARLIE: Why doesn't she listen to Mr. Wonka?


GRANDPA JOE: Because, Charlie, she's a nitwit.


VIOLET: (continuous) And every chew gets better and better!  

Mmmm . . . this sure is great soup.  Hey, second course is 

coming up!  Roast beef and a baked potato!  Mmmm.


MR. BEAUREGARDE: With sour cream?  (He laughs.)  What's for 

dessert, baby?


VIOLET: Dessert?  Here it comes.  Blueberry pie and cream!  

It's the most marvelous blueberry pie that I've ever tasted!


CHARLIE: Look at her face!


MR. BEAUREGARDE: Holy Toledo, what's happening to your face?


VIOLET: Cool it, Dad!  Lemme finish.


MR. BEAUREGARDE: Yeah, but your face is turning blue!  

Violet, you're turning violet, Violet!


VIOLET: What are you talking about?


WONKA: I told you I hadn't got it quite right yet.


MR. BEAUREGARDE: You can say that again.  Look what it's 

done to my kid!


WONKA: It always goes wrong when we come to the dessert.  

Always.


MR. BEAUREGARDE: Violet, what are you doing now?!?  You're 

blowing up!


VIOLET: I feel funny.


GRANDPA JOE: I'm not surprised.


VIOLET: What's happening?


MR. BEAUREGARDE: You're blowing up like a balloon!


WONKA: Like a blueberry.


MR. BEAUREGARDE: Somebody do something!  Call a doctor!


MRS. TEEVEE: Stick her with a pin.


CHARLIE: She'll pop!


WONKA: It happens every time!  They all become blueberries.


MR. BEAUREGARDE: You've really done it this time, haven't 

you, Wonka.  I'll break you for this.


WONKA: Oh, well, I'll get it right in the end.


VIOLET: Help!  Help!


     (Wonka plays the pipe whistle.)


MR. BEAUREGARDE: We've got to let the air out of her, quick!


WONKA: There's no air in there.


MR. BEAUREGARDE: Hmm?


WONKA: That's juice.


MR. BEAUREGARDE: Juice?!?


WONKA: (to an Oompa Loompa) Would you roll the young lady 

down to the juicing room at once, please.


MR. BEAUREGARDE: What for?


WONKA: For squeezing.  She has to be squeezed immediately 

before she explodes.


MR. BEAUREGARDE: Explodes?!?


WONKA: It's a fairly simple operation.


OOMPA LOOMPAS:

     OOMPA LOOMPA DOOMPADEE DOO

     I'VE GOT ANOTHER PUZZLE FOR YOU (OO OO OO)

     OOMPA LOOMPA DOOMPADAH DEE

     IF YOU ARE WISE YOU'LL LISTEN TO ME


     GUM CHEWING'S FINE WHEN IT'S ONCE IN A WHILE

     IT STOPS YOU FROM SMOKING AND BRIGHTENS YOUR SMILE

     BUT IT'S REPULSIVE, REVOLTING, AND WRONG

     CHEWING AND CHEWING ALL DAY LONG

     THE WAY THAT A COW DOES


     OOMPA LOOMPA DOOMPADEE DAH

     GIVEN GOOD MANNERS YOU WILL GO FAR

     YOU WILL LIVE IN HAPPINESS TOO

     LIKE THE OOMPA LOOMPA DOOMPADEE DO


MR. BEAUREGARDE: I'll get even with you for this, Wonka, if 

it's the last thing I ever do!  I got a blueberry for a 

daughter . . .  (The Oompa Loompa leads him away.)


WONKA: Where is fancy bred?  In the heart, or in the head?  

Shall we roll on?  (An Oompa Loompa hands him his cane)  

Thank you.  (to the group)  Well, well, well . . . two 

naughty, nasty little children gone.  Three good, sweet 

little children left.  Hurry, please, long way to go yet.


40. WALLPAPER ROOM


WONKA: Wait a minute.  Must show you this.  Lickable 

wallpaper for nursery walls.  Lick an orange, it tastes like 

an orange.  Lick a pineapple, it tastes like a pineapple.  

Go ahead, try it.


GRANDPA JOE: Oh.


MIKE: Mmm, I got a plum.


CHARLIE: Grandpa, this banana's fantastic!  It tastes so 

real.


WONKA: Try some more.  The strawberries taste like 

strawberries.  The snozzberries taste like snozzberries!


VERUCA: Snozzberries?  Who ever heard of a snozzberry?


WONKA: We are the music-makers, and we are the dreamers of 

dreams.  Come along, come along.


41. FIZZY LIFTING ROOM


WONKA: Something very unusual in here.  Bubbles, bubbles 

everywhere, but not a drop to drink.  Yet.


CHARLIE: What's it making, Mr. Wonka?


WONKA: Fizzy Lifting Drinks.  They fill you with gas, and 

the gas is so terrifically lifting that it lifts you right 

off the ground like a balloon.


VERUCA: Oh, isn't it high!  Gosh!


WONKA: But I daren't sell it yet.  It's still too powerful.


MIKE: Come on, let us try some!  Please?

VERUCA: Oh, let us try some.  Don't be mean!


WONKA: No, no, no.  Absolutely not.  There'd be children 

floating around all over the place.  Come along now; don't 

hang about.  You're going to be wild about this next room.


     (All but Charlie and Grandpa Joe exit.)


GRANDPA JOE: Let's take a drink, Charlie; nobody's watching.


CHARLIE: Yeah.


GRANDPA JOE: A small one won't hurt us.  (He opens a bottle 

and drinks.)  Mmmm, not bad.  (Charlie drinks.)  Well?


CHARLIE: Nothing's happening.


GRANDPA JOE: You're right, Charlie.  I can't understand 

WHYYYY . . . oh, oh, oh, I feel terribly strange . . .


CHARLIE: What do we do now, Grandpa?


GRANDPA JOE: I don't know, Charlie, but AAAAAA!  OH, OH!  

We're in big trouble!  Mr. Wonka isn't gonna like this.


CHARLIE: We can't stay up here all day!


GRANDPA JOE: You're right, Charlie, but--


CHARLIE: I'm gonna try and get down.


GRANDPA JOE: All right, Charlie, but please . . . be very 

careful.


CHARLIE: Hey, it's fun, Grandpa!  It works!  Come on in, the 

air's fine!


GRANDPA JOE: Oh, I don't know, Charlie.  I haven't been 

swimming in twenty years, I--


CHARLIE: (on "haven't") Come on, give me your hand.


GRANDPA JOE:  I don't think I ought to . . .  Oh.  Oh!  This 

is great!


CHARLIE: (shooting upward) Hey, try this, Grandpa!  Whee!


GRANDPA JOE: All right, Charlie, wait for me!  Wheeeeee!


CHARLIE: Wheeeee!


GRANDPA JOE: I'm a shooting star!


CHARLIE: I'm a rocket!  Grandpa, this is really great.


GRANDPA JOE: Look, I'm a bird!  I feel light as a feather.  

Look down, Charlie.  We're really high now.


CHARLIE: Watch this, Grandpa.  (He somersaults.)


GRANDPA JOE: Wonderful, Charlie.


CHARLIE: Wow.  Try it, Grandpa.


GRANDPA JOE: Oh, I don't know, I . . .


CHARLIE: Come on, Grandpa.


GRANDPA JOE: All right.  (He somersaults.)


CHARLIE: Hey, you did it, Grandpa.


GRANDPA JOE: Ohhhh . . . ohhhh, I think I hit an air pocket.


CHARLIE: You can fly to the moon this way.


GRANDPA JOE: Let's just fly south for the winter.


CHARLIE: Why not?  I'm a bird!


GRANDPA JOE: I'm a plane!


CHARLIE: I'm . . . going too high!  Hey, Grandpa, I can't 

get down!  Help!  Grandpa, the fan!


GRANDPA JOE: Stay away from it, Charlie; it'll chop us to 

bits!  We're in trouble, Charlie.  I can't stop!


CHARLIE: It's pulling me in!


GRANDPA JOE: I can't stop!  I can't stop!


CHARLIE: What do we do?


GRANDPA JOE: Grab hold of something, quick!


CHARLIE: There's nothing to grab on to!  Help!  We're gonna 

get killed!


GRANDPA JOE: Help!  Help!


CHARLIE: Help!


GRANDPA JOE: Mr. Wonka, please!  Turn off the fan!  Oh!  Oh!  

(He burps.)  Oooo, I'm going down!  Quick, Charlie, burp, 

burp!  If you don't get down you'll be chopped into ribbons!


CHARLIE: Help!  I can't!  Help!


GRANDPA JOE: You've gotta burp, Charlie.  It's the only way.


CHARLIE: (burps)


GRANDPA JOE: 'Atta boy.  Burp again.  (Charlie continues to 

burp.)  'Atta boy, come on.  Ahhhh, that's wonderful, 

Charlie.  


     (The two burp back and forth.)


GRANDPA JOE: Grab onto me, Charlie.  We're gonna be all 

right now.  (They land.)  Good boy.  From now on, we keep 

our feet on the ground.  Come on, let's catch up to the 

others!

     (One last burp.)


42. THE GEESE ROOM


WONKA: I know what you're thinking: They can't be doing what 

they're doing.  But they are.  They have to.  I haven't met 

the Oompa Loompa yet who could do it.  These are the geese 

that lay the golden eggs.  As you can see, they're larger 

than ordinary geese.  As a matter of fact, they're quadruple 

size geese which produce octuple size eggs.  They're laying 

overtime right now for Easter.


MIKE: But Easter's over!


WONKA: Ssshhh . . . (He covers Mike's mouth.)  They don't 

know that.  I'm trying to get ahead for next year.


MR. SALT: What happens if they drop one of those eggs, 

Wonka?


WONKA: An omelet fit for a king, sir.


VERUCA: Are they chocolate eggs?


WONKA: Golden chocolate eggs.  That's a great delicacy.  But 

I wouldn't get too close.  The geese are very temperamental.  

That's why we have the Eggdicator.


MRS. TEEVEE: Eggdi-what?


WONKA: The Eggdicator.  The Eggdicator can tell the 

difference between a good egg and a bad egg.  If it's a good 

egg, it's shined up and shipped out all over the world.  But 

if it's a bad egg . . . down the chute.


GRANDPA JOE: It's an educated Eggdicator.


MR. SALT: It's a lot of nonsense.


WONKA: (singing) A little nonsense now and then is relished 

by the wisest men.


VERUCA: Hey, Daddy, I want a golden goose.


CHARLIE: Here we go again.


MR. SALT: All right, sweetheart, all right.  Daddy'll get 

you a golden goose as soon as we get home.


VERUCA: No, I want one of those!


MR. SALT: Wonka, how much do you want for the golden goose?


WONKA: They're not for sale.


MR. SALT: Name your price.


WONKA: She can't have one.


VERUCA: Who says I can't?


MR. SALT: The man with the funny hat.


VERUCA: I want one!  I want a golden goose!


     Gooses,

     Geeses,

     I want my geese to lay gold eggs for Easter


MR. SALT: 

     It will, sweetheart.


VERUCA: 

     At least a hundred a day


MR. SALT:

     Anything you say


VERUCA:  

     And by the way . . .


MR. SALT: What.


VERUCA:

     I want a feast


MR. SALT: You ate before you came to the factory.


VERUCA:

     I WANT A BEAN FEAST


MR. SALT: Huh, one of those.


VERUCA:

     CREAM BUNS AND DONUTS AND FRUITCAKE WITH NO NUTS

     SO GOOD YOU COULD GO NUTS


MR. SALT: You can have all those things when you get home.


VERUCA: No, now!

     I WANT A BALL

     I WANT A PARTY

     PINK MACAROONS AND A MILLION BALLOONS 

     AND PERFORMING BABOONS AND--

     GIVE IT TO ME


MR. SALT: Later.


VERUCA: (elbowing Mr. Salt in the stomach) Now!

     I WANT THE WORLD

     I WANT THE WHOLE WORLD

     I WANT TO LOCK IT ALL UP IN MY POCKET

     IT'S MY BAR OF CHOCOLATE

     GIVE IT TO ME NOW


     I WANT TODAY

     I WANT TOMORROW

     I WANT TO WEAR 'EM LIKE BRAIDS IN MY HAIR

     AND I DON'T WANT TO SHARE 'EM


     I WANT A PARTY WITH ROOMFULS OF LAUGHTERS

     TEN THOUSAND TONS OF ICE CREAM

     AND IF I DON'T GET THE THINGS I AM AFTER

     I'M GOING TO SCREAM


     I WANT THE WORKS

     I WANT THE WHOLE WORKS

     PRESENTS AND PRIZES AND SWEETS AND SURPRISES

     OF ALL SHAPES AND SIZES AND NOW!

     DON'T CARE HOW

     I WANT IT NOW

     DON'T CARE HOW

     I WANT IT NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOW


     (Veruca, deemed a Bad Egg by the Eggdicator, falls down 

     the chute.)


WONKA: She was a bad egg.


MR. SALT: Um . . . where's she gone?


WONKA: Where all the other bad eggs go: down the garbage 

chute.


MR. SALT: (laughing) The garbage chute.  Where does it lead 

to?


WONKA: To the furnace.


MR. SALT: (laughing heartily) To the furnace.  She'll be 

sizzled like a sausage.


WONKA: Well not necessarily.  She could be stuck just inside 

the tube.


MR. SALT: Inside the . . .?  Hold on!  Veruca, sweetheart, 

Daddy's coming!


     (He jumps down the Eggdicator chute.)


WONKA:  There's gonna be a lot of garbage today.


GRANDPA JOE: Well, Mr. Salt finally got what he wanted.


CHARLIE: What's that?


GRANDPA JOE: Veruca went first.


CHARLIE: Mr. Wonka, they won't really be burned in the 

furnace, will they?

WONKA: Hmmm . . . well, I think that furnace is lit only 

every other day, so they have a good sporting chance, 

haven't they.


OOMPA LOOMPAS:

     OOMPA LOOMPA DOOMPADEE DOO

     I'VE GOT ANOTHER PUZZLE FOR YOU

     OOMPA LOOMPA DOOMPADAH DEE

     IF YOU ARE WISE YOU'LL LISTEN TO ME


     WHO DO YOU BLAME WHEN YOUR KID IS A BRAT

     PAMPERED AND SPOILED LIKE A SIAMESE CAT

     BLAMING THE KIDS IS A LIE AND A SHAME

     YOU KNOW EXACTLY WHO'S TO BLAME

     THE MOTHER AND THE FATHER


     OOMPA LOOMPA DOOMPADEE DAH

     IF YOU'RE NOT SPOILED THEN YOU WILL GO FAR.

     YOU WILL LIVE IN HAPPINESS TOO

     LIKE THE OOMPA LOOMPA DOOMPADEE DO


WONKA: I don't understand it.  The children are disappearing 

like rabbits.  Well, we still have each other.  Shall we 

press on?


MRS. TEEVEE: Mr. Wonka, can't we sit down for a minute?  The 

pace is killing me.


WONKA: My dear lady, transportation has already been 

arranged.


43. WONKAMOBILE ROOM


     (Oompa Loompas fill the Wonkamobile with soda.)


WONKA: Behold the Wonkamobile.  A thing of beauty is a joy 

forever.  Places, please, the dance is about to begin.  

Better grab a seat, they're going fast.


GRANDPA JOE: Mr. Wonka, what's that they're filling it up 

with?


WONKA: Oh, ginger ale, ginger pop, ginger beer, beer 

bubbles, bubble-ade, bubble cola, double cola, double bubble 

burp-a-cola, and all the crazy carbonated stuff that tickles 

your nose.  Few people realize what tremendous power there 

is in one of those things.


GRANDPA JOE: Sorry I asked.


MIKE: You think Slugworth would pay extra to know about 

this?


MRS. TEEVEE: Just keep your eyes open and your mouth shut.


WONKA: Everybody set?  


CHARLIE: Is this gonna go fast, Grandpa?


GRANDPA JOE: It should, Charlie.  It's got more gas in it 

than a politician.


WONKA: Now hold on tight.  I'm gonna really open her up this 

time and see what she can do.  Swifter than eagles . . . 

stronger than lions . . . 


     (Bubble suds begin to spray out at everyone.)


MIKE AND MRS. TEEVEE: Ohhhhhhhh!


WONKA: Must be a leak in the distilling tubes.


CHARLIE: Grandpa!


GRANDPA JOE: I'm getting it too!


WONKA: 

MARTHA! MARTHA!  DU ENTSCHWANDEST  

[MARTHA! MARTHA! YOU HAVE VANISHED]


MIKE: It's getting in my eye!


WONKA: (continuous)

AH, MEIN GLUCK NAHMST DU MIT DIR

[MY HAPPINESS YOU TAKE WITH YOU]


MRS. TEEVEE: Oh, it's even in my shoes!  I'm soaked!  It'll 

never come out!


MIKE: It's sticking to my gun.


WONKA: (continuous)

GEHT ES HIN WO DU ENTSCHWANDEST

[DOES IT GO WHERE YOU HAVE VANISHED]

ODER TEILE ES MIT MIR.

[OR (DO YOU) SHARE IT WITH ME.]


MRS. TEEVEE: Oh, my dress, my hair, my face!  Ohhhhhh . . . 

I'm sending you the cleaning bill, Mr. Wonka!


     (They go through the Hsawaknow.)


MRS. TEEVEE: I'm dry cleaned!


CHARLIE: Hey, Grandpa, what was that we just went through?


WONKA: Hsawaknow.


MRS. TEEVEE: Is that Japanese?


WONKA: No, that's "Wonkawash" spelled backwards.  That's it, 

ladies and gentlemen.  The journey is over.


GRANDPA JOE: Finest bath I've had in twenty years.


CHARLIE: Let's do it again, Mr. Wonka.


MRS. TEEVEE: You mean that's as far as it goes?


MIKE: Couldn't we have walked?


WONKA: If the Good Lord had intended us to walk, he wouldn't 

have invented roller skates.  Now would you all please put 

these on.  (They take white coats and goggles.)  We have to 

be very careful.  There's dangerous stuff inside.


44. WONKAVISION ROOM


WONKA: Wonkavision: my very latest and greatest invention.


MIKE: It's television.


WONKA: Uh, it's Wonkavision.  Now I suppose you all know how 

ordinary television works.  You photograph something and--


MIKE: Sure, I do.  You photograph something, and then the 

photograph is split up into millions of tiny pieces, and 

they go whizzing through the air down to your TV set where 

they're all put together again in the right order.


WONKA: You should open your mouth a little wider when you 

speak.  So I said to myself, "If they can do it with a 

photograph, why can't I do it with a bar of chocolate?"  I 

shall now send this chocolate bar from one end of the room 

to the other.  It has to be big because whenever you 

transmit something by television, it always ends up smaller 

on the other end.  Goggles on, please.  Lights, camera, 

action!


MRS. TEEVEE: (screams)


WONKA: You can remove your goggles.


CHARLIE: Where's the chocolate?


WONKA: It's flying over our heads in a million pieces.  Now 

watch the screen.  Here it comes.  There it is.  Take it.


MIKE: How can you take it?  It's just a picture.


WONKA: All right, you take it.


CHARLIE: It's real.


WONKA: Taste it; it's delicious.  It's just gotten smaller, 

that's all.


CHARLIE: It's perfect.


MRS. TEEVEE: It's unbelievable.


GRANDPA JOE: It's a miracle.


MIKE: It's a TV dinner.


WONKA: It's Wonkavision.


GRANDPA JOE: It could change the world.


MIKE: Mr. Wonka, can you send other things?  Not just 

chocolate, I mean.


WONKA: Anything you like.


MIKE: What about . . . people?


WONKA: People?  Hmmm . . . I don't really know.  I suppose I 

could.  Yes, I'm sure I could.  I'm pretty sure I could.  

But it might have some messy results.


MIKE: Look at me; I'm gonna be the first person in the world 

to be sent by television!


MRS. TEEVEE: Mike, get away from that thing!


WONKA: Stop, don't, come back . . .


MIKE: Lights, camera, action!


MRS. TEEVEE: Mike!  Where are you?


GRANDPA JOE: He's up there, in a million pieces!


MRS. TEEVEE: Mike!  Are you there?

WONKA: No good shouting here.  Watch the screen.


MRS. TEEVEE: Mike?  Why's he taking so long?


CHARLIE: Million pieces take a long time to put together.


MRS. TEEVEE: Oh, where are they?


WONKA: There's definitely something coming through.


MRS. TEEVEE: Is it Mike?


WONKA: Well it's hard to tell, but I--


MRS. TEEVEE: (wailing at the sight of Mike, now shrunk) 

Ooooooooh ho-hoooooh!


GRANDPA JOE: Our little group is getting smaller by the 

minute.


MIKE: Look at me, everybody; I'm the first person in the 

world to be sent by television.  Wow, what a wild trip that 

was.  It's the greatest thing that's ever happened to me.  

Am I coming in clear?  Hey, Mom, I said, "Am I coming in 

clear?"


WONKA: Great.  He's completely unharmed.


MRS. TEEVEE: You call that unharmed?


MIKE:  Wow, that was something.  Can I do it again?


MRS. TEEVEE: No, there'll be nothing left.


MIKE: Don't worry about a thing, Mom; I feel fine.  I'm 

famous.  I'm a TV star.  Wait 'til the kids back home hear 

about this.


MRS. TEEVEE: Nobody's gonna hear about this.


MIKE: Where are you taking me?  I don't want to go in there!


     (Mrs. Teevee puts Mike in her purse.)


MIKE (in the purse): Hey, let me out!  It's dark in here.


MRS. TEEVEE: Be quiet.  (to Mr. Wonka) Well . . .


MIKE (in the purse): Come on, Mom, I want to be on TV.


WONKA: Well, fortunately small boys are extremely springy 

and elastic, . . .


MIKE (in the purse): Let me out, Mom, or I'll gnaw*** my way 

out.


WONKA: (continuous) . . . so I think we'll put him in my 

special taffy-pulling machine.  That should do the trick.


MIKE (in the purse): I'm warning you, Mom; there's a nail 

file in here . . .


MRS. TEEVEE: Taffy . . . 


WONKA: (to an Oompa Loompa) To the taffy-pulling room.  

You'll find the boy in his mother's purse.  But be extremely 

careful.


MIKE (in the purse): (on "You'll") If you don't let me out, 

I'll [smear your lipstick]*** all over everything.


MRS. TEEVEE: (losing it) T-t-taffy pull--  (as the Oompa 

Loompa whispers to Willy Wonka) Oh, what's he saying?


     (Mike continues to protest.)***


WONKA: (to the Oompa Loompa) No, no, I won't hold you 

responsible.


     (Mrs. Teevee faints backwards into Grandpa Joe's arms.)


WONKA: And now, my dearest lady, it's time to say goodbye.  

(Mrs. Teevee emits a noise.)  No, no, don't speak.  For some 

moments in life there are no words.  Run along now.  (The 

Oompa Loompas drag her out.)  Adieu, adieu, parting is such 

sweet sorrow.


OOMPA LOOMPAS:

     OOMPA LOOMPA DOOMPADEE DOO

     I'VE GOT ANOTHER PUZZLE FOR YOU

     OOMPA LOOMPA DOOMPADAH DEE

     IF YOU ARE WISE YOU'LL LISTEN TO ME


     WHAT DO YOU GET FROM A GLUT OF TV

     A PAIN IN THE NECK AND AN I.Q. OF THREE

     WHY DON'T YOU TRY SIMPLY READING A BOOK

     OR COULD YOU JUST NOT BEAR TO LOOK


     YOU'LL GET NO

     YOU'LL GET NO

     YOU'LL GET NO

     YOU'LL GET NO

     YOU'LL GET NO COMMERCIALS.


     OOMPA LOOMPA DOOMPADEE DAH

     IF YOU'RE NOT GREEDY YOU WILL GO FAR

     YOU WILL LIVE IN HAPPINESS TOO

     LIKE THE

     OOMPA

     OOMPA LOOMPA DOOMPADEE DO


45. OUTSIDE WILLY WONKA'S OFFICE


WONKA: So much to do, so much to do, invoices and bills, 

letters . . . I must answer that note from the queen.


CHARLIE: Mr. Wonka, what's gonna happen to the other kids?  

Augustus, Veruca?


WONKA: My dear boy, I promise you they'll be quite all 

right.  When they leave here, they'll be completely restored 

to their normal, terrible old selves.  But maybe they'll be 

a little bit wiser for the wear.  Anyway, don't worry about 

them.


GRANDPA JOE: Eh, what do we do now, Mr. Wonka?


WONKA: Oh, yes, well, I hope you enjoyed yourselves.  Excuse 

me for not showing you out.  Straight up the stairs.  You'll 

find the way.  I'm terribly busy. Whole day wasted.  Goodbye 

to you both.  Goodbye.  (He enters his office.)


CHARLIE: What happened?  Did we do something wrong?


GRANDPA JOE: I don't know, Charlie.  But I'm gonna find out.


     (They enter the office.)


46. WILLY WONKA'S OFFICE


     (Everything is cut in half.)


GRANDPA JOE: Mr. Wonka?


WONKA: I am extraordinarily busy, sir.


GRANDPA JOE: I just wanted to ask about the chocolate.  The 

lifetime supply of chocolate, for Charlie.  When does he get 

it?


WONKA: He doesn't.


GRANDPA JOE: Why not?


WONKA: Because he broke the rules.


GRANDPA JOE: What rules?  We didn't see any rules, did we, 

Charlie?


WONKA: Wrong, sir, wrong!  Under Section Thirty-Seven B of 

the contract signed by him it states quite clearly that all 

offers shall become null and void if--and you can read it 

for yourself in this photostatic copy: "I, the undersigned, 

shall forfeit all rights, privileges, and licenses herein 

and herein contained, et cetera, et cetera . . . fax mentis 

incendium gloria culpum, et cetera, et cetera . . . memo bis 

punitor delicatum!"  It's all there, black and white, clear 

as crystal!  You stole Fizzy Lifting Drinks.  You bumped 

into the ceiling which now has to be washed and sterilized, 

so you get nothing!  You lose!  Good day, sir!


GRANDPA JOE: You're a crook!  You're a cheat and a swindler!  

That's what you are.  How can you do a thing like this?  

Build up a little boy's hopes and then smash all his dreams 

to pieces.  You're an inhuman monster!


WONKA: I said Good Day!


GRANDPA JOE: Come on, Charlie, let's get out of here.  I'll 

get even with him if it's the  last thing I ever do.  If 

Slugworth wants a Gobstopper, he'll get one.


     (Long pause.)


CHARLIE: Mr. Wonka . . .


     (Charlie leaves the Gobstopper on Willy Wonka's desk.)


WONKA: So shines a good deed in a weary world.  Charlie . . 

. my boy . . . You won!  You did it!  You did it!  I knew 

you would; I just knew you would.  Oh, Charlie, forgive me 

for putting you through this.  Please, forgive me.  Come in, 

Mr. Wilkinson.  Charlie, meet Mr. Wilkinson.


     (Wilkinson--formerly known as Slugworth--enters.)


WILKINSON: Pleasure.


CHARLIE: Slugworth!


WONKA: No, no, that's not Slugworth.  He works for me.


CHARLIE: For you?


WONKA: I had to test you, Charlie.  And you passed the test.  

You won!


GRANDPA JOE: Won what?


WONKA: The jackpot, my dear sir, the grand and glorious 

jackpot.


CHARLIE: The chocolate?


WONKA: The chocolate, yes, the chocolate, but that's just 

the beginning.  We have to get on, we have to get on; we 

have so much time, and so little to do.  Strike that.  

Reverse it.  This way please.  We'll take the Wonkavator.  

Step in, Charlie.  Grandpa Joe, sir.  This is the Great 

Glass Wonkavator.


GRANDPA JOE: It's an elevator.


WONKA: It's a Wonkavator.  An elevator can only go up and 

down, but  the Wonkavator can go sideways and slantways and 

longways and backways . . .


CHARLIE: And frontways?


WONKA: . . . and squareways and frontways and any other ways 

that you can think of.  It can take you to any room in the 

whole factory just by pressing one of these buttons.  Any of 

these buttons.  Just press a button and ZING!  You're off.  

And up until now I've pressed them all . . . except one.  

This one.  Go ahead, Charlie.


CHARLIE: Me?  (He pushes the button.)


WONKA: There it goes.  Hold on tight.  I'm not exactly sure 

what's going to happen.  Faster, faster . . . If we don't 

pick up enough speed, we'll never get through.


CHARLIE: Get through what?


WONKA: Ah-ha!  


GRANDPA JOE: You mean we're going . . .?


WONKA: Up and out!


GRANDPA JOE: But this roof is made of glass.  It'll shatter 

into a thousand pieces.  We'll be cut to ribbons!


WONKA: Probably.  Hold on, everybody.  Here it comes.


     (The Wonkavator crashes through the roof and flies into 

     the sky.)


GRANDPA JOE: You did it, Mr. Wonka, congratulations!


WONKA: Get up.  Take a look.

CHARLIE: Grandpa, our town looks so pretty from up here.


GRANDPA JOE: Yeah, look over here, Charlie.  I think I see 

our house.


CHARLIE: Wow.


GRANDPA JOE: It really looks beautiful.


CHARLIE: There's my school, Grandpa.


WONKA: How did you like the chocolate factory, Charlie?


CHARLIE: I think it's the most wonderful place in the whole 

world.


WONKA: I'm very pleased to hear you say that because I'm 

giving it to you.  That's all right, isn't it?


GRANDPA JOE: You're giving Charlie the--?


WONKA: I can't go on forever, and I don't really want to 

try.  So, who can I trust to run the factory when I leave 

and take care of the Oompa Loompas for me?  Not a grownup.  

A grownup would want to do everything his own way, not mine.  

That's why I decided a long time ago I had to find a child.  

A very honest, loving child to whom I can tell all my most 

precious candy making secrets.


CHARLIE: And that's why you sent out the Golden Tickets.


WONKA: That's right.  So the factory's yours, Charlie; you 

can move in immediately.


GRANDPA JOE: And me?


WONKA: Absolutely.


CHARLIE: What happens to the rest of--


WONKA: The whole family.  I want you to bring them all.  

(Charlie hugs him.)  But Charlie . . . don't forget what 

happened to the man who suddenly got everything he always 

wanted.


CHARLIE: What happened?


WONKA: He lived happily ever after.


END CREDIT SINGERS (VOICEOVER):


     IF YOU WANT TO VIEW PARADISE

     SIMPLY LOOK AROUND AND VIEW IT

     ANYTHING YOU WANT TO, DO IT

     WANT TO MAKE THE WORLD

     THERE'S NOTHING TO IT


     THERE IS NO LIFE I KNOW

     TO COMPARE WITH PURE IMAGINATION

     LIVING THERE

     YOU'LL BE FREE

     IF YOU TRULY WISH TO BE

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