Hello Dad. Hi Father. Morning Papa.

You're looking agèd and frankly bizarre.

I have a cane and a really cool hat.

And I sell chocolate. How awesome is that?

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Afternoon Wilbur. Your son has returned.

Not all the chocolate at Halloween burned.

Your little boy is a maker of sweets.

Chocolate is all that your son ever eats.

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Hello Papa. You were right; I was wrong.

I've dreamed of dentistry work all along.

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Hi Dr. Wonka. I heard you were free?

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Good morning nemesis. Recognise me?

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'Lo Papa Bear. Yo whassup an' so on.

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Good morning, Daddy; I thought that you'd gone!

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Must admit Paps; your suit looks rather natty.

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Hi Father. Willy again. Feeling chatty?

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Hi Daddy, here's Charlie Bucket, my heir.

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Hi Father! You don't like chocolate? Don't care!

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Father, sit down: I'll recount my adventures.

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Hello Pops. Didn't you know? I've got dentures!

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Daddy I'm sorry. Please take me back! Please!

Charlie's contracted a rare gum disease!

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Morning Doc. Afternoon. Evening. Goodnight.

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So sorry. Did my job give you a fright?

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Hi Daddy-Waddy Papa Darling Dear.

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Hi Dr. Wonka; if you could sign here...

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Thought you'd abandon me, eh, did you, Dad?

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Hi Biological Pa! Am I mad?

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Hello Papa, here is Charlie, my son.

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Hi, here's the last golden ticket. You've won!

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I'll... I'll knock down the house! If you don't let me in!

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*Knock knock*

"...Um, Charlie? I can't think. I'm scared. You begin."

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"Have you got an appointment?"

"..."

"No, but he's overdue..."