Script

One million, two hundred and forty-nine thousand, nine hundred and seventy-six perfectly installed toothpaste caps, Charlie.

(MR. BUCKET'S right hand randomly twitches, as if he's still twisting toothpaste caps.)
 

Do you think I might work in the toothpaste factory one day?
 

Let's hope not, Charlie.
 

What kind of positive thinking is that? Charlie's gonna work for Mr. Wonka making chocolate bars.
 

Now Grandpa Joe, don't go filling the boy's head with dreams of candy.
 

Charlie's from a long line of distinguished candy men
 

And women!
 

But Wonka hasn't hired anyone since Slugworth's spies stole his candy balloon recipe.
 

Wonka was so angry! He gathered all the workers saying, "I'm sorry but you all must go home." Then he locked the gates of the factory forever!
 

But Mr. Wonka still makes candies. I can smell them on my way to school.
 

Yes, but no one goes in and no one comes out
 

Shadow workers&
 

Maybe the undead. Who knows?
 

Grandpa Joe, you're going to give Charlie nightmares again.
 

(suddenly waking up) 
What'd she say?

She's makin' bathtub gin.

We're playing gin?

I'm in.

Charlie, run out and see if anyone is done with the newspaper.

O.K. Dad, you'll have to feed Grandpa George.

(Charlie crosses out.)

Here you are Mom, here's your cabbage soup.

I thought we were playing gin...