- I've spent the past seven years traveling the world, perfecting my craft. You see, I'm something of a magician, inventor and chocolate maker. So quiet up and listen down.
Nope. Scratch that, reverse it. - Mr Wonka, I can see you're a man of great ingenuity.
- What are you doing? - I'm making chocolate, of course. How do you like it?
Dark? White? Nutty?
Absolutely insane? - Many people have come here to sell chocolate. They've all been crushed.
. . by The Chocolate Cartel.
You can't get a shop without selling chocolate, and you can't sell chocolate without a shop. -No daydreaming. -What are we gonna do, Willy?
-Huh. -Huh? -Huh.
-A double-huh. -Do you have a pencil and paper? -Uh-huh.
-I got an idea. I know things haven't been easy for you. They're gonna get better.
-You promise? -I pinkie promise. That's the most solemn vow there is.
-Where do we start? -A good chocolate should be simple. -Whereas this, it's just.
. . -Weird.
-CROWD: Whoa! -What's happening? Who wants a chocolate that makes you fly?
- Well, let's find out, shall we? Who's for Hoverchoc? -[giggles] -Nothin' to see here.
Just a small group of people defyin' the laws of gravity. -Ladies and gentlemen of The Galeries Gourmet, my name is Willy Wonka. -He's good.
. -Too good. -[grunts] -Pretty sure I've gained about 150 pounds in the last two weeks.
-You could change her life, Mr Wonka, change all their lives. -Run away! -Every good thing in this world started with a dream.
So you hold on to yours. -[whispers] Here we go, Mama. Mark my words, this is gonna be the greatest chocolate shop.
. . .
. . the world has ever seen.
So you're the funny little man who's been following me. -I will have you know that I am a perfectly respectable size. .
. for an Oompa Loompa. -An Oompa-what-now?
-Allow me to refresh your memory. [ethereal music] -Oh, I don't think I wanna hear that. -Too late.
I've started dancing now. Once we've started, we can't stop.