I wouldn't give up my family for anything. Not for all the chocolate in the world.
Everything in this room is eatable. Even I'm eatable. But that is called cannibalism, my dear children, and is in fact frowned upon in most societies.
Why would I wanna send a person? They don't taste very good at all.
Rainbow drops - suck them and you can spit in six different colours.
Mr Willy Wonka can make marshmallows that taste of violets, and rich caramels that change colour every ten seconds as you suck them, and little feathery sweets that melt away deliciously the moment you put them between your lips. He can make chewing-gum that never loses its taste, and sugar balloons that you can blow up to enormous sizes before you pop them with a pin and gobble them up. And, by a most secret method, he can make lovely blue birds' eggs with black spots on them, and when you put one of these in your mouth, it gradually gets smaller and smaller until suddenly there is nothing left except a tiny little darkred sugary baby bird sitting on the tip of your tongue.
Willy Wonka: "I am the maker of music, the dreamer of dreams!"
But there was one other thing that the grown-ups also knew, and it was this: that however small the chance might be of striking lucky, the chance is there.
I've heard tell, that what you imagine sometimes comes true.
You should never, never doubt something that no one is sure of.