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Quotes
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Charlie : [Takes loaf of bread from his knapsack and holds it up for everyone to see] How 'bout this?
Mrs. Bucket : Charlie, where'd you get that?
Grandpa Joe : What difference does it make where he got it? Point is he got it.
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Mrs. Bucket : Wait, stop! It says the first of October, that's tomorrow!
Grandpa Joe : [to Charlie] Jumping crocodiles, Charlie! We've got a lot to do; Comb your hair, wash your face, polish your shoes and brush your teeth.
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.
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Grandpa Joe : 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.
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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.