CATCF Veruca Salt Lines

As soon as Mr. Wonka made his announcement, my Veruca expressed a very keen interest in the contest. She said:

I want a ticket, NOW!

Veruca, Strastvootye malenkaya devotchka! Is there anything you want to say?

We have a saying in Russia. Mine! Mine! All mine!

Dyspepsia?

Veruca!

Angina?

Veruca!

Diahorrea?

VERUCA!!!

I’m terribly sorry I was checking your father’s medical records. Oleg, entre nous. You really must take care of yourself.

I’ll take care of YOU WONKA, if you don’t focus on ME.

Wonka, what kind of factory is this?

Where’s all the chocolate?

This vine is rock candy!

The fruits are sugar plums!

It’s my creation.

*scream*

You know, under the covers, in the dark.

What’s wrong with using a light bulb, dumbo?

Eww.

Mine!

She blowing up!

She’s getting fat!

He’s bats!

He’s bananas!

I need to up my prescription.

Squirrel! Cyoootie Woootsie Toootsie SQUIRREL!

Squirrels have a very highly developed sense of right and wrong.

Squirrel, daddy, I want it now, squirrel, NOW!

They’re not for sale.

SQUIRREL. SQUIRREL. SQUIRREL. SQUIRREL. SQUIRREL!

Name your price, Wonka. I’ll double it.

Just one squiwaw for wittaw Vewuca?

Nyet.

No? No one. Says no. To Veruca…SAAALT!

…running…

You can’t stop me now, WONKAAA! Moya krasivaya belka… come to Mama Verooskaaa!

Too late, I’m afraid.

DAAADDDYYYYYY!!!