Lord Scrumptious: Time's up. Had your chance. Muffed it. Good morning.
Childcatcher: I don't trust a man who makes toys in a land where children are forbidden.
Grandpa: Nasty smelly things, motorcars!
Child Catcher: Come along, kiddie-winkies!
Child Catcher: There are children here somewhere. I can smell them.
Truly Scrumptious: Is that all you do Mr. Potts, invent things?
Jeremy: Please, Mr. Coggins! You can't sell our lovely car to that nasty man!