Grandpa Joe.

Is this your supper, Grandpa?

Well, it's yours too, Charlie.

I'm fed up with cabbage water. It's not enough!

- Charlie! - It's all we have.

What are you saying?

- How about this? - Charlie, where'd you get that?

What difference does it make where he got it? Point is: he got it.

It's my first pay day.

Good for you, Charlie. We'll have a real banquet.

Mom...?

Here's what's left. You keep it.

Except for this.

From now on, I'm going to pay for your tobacco.

No one's going to pay for it, Charlie. I'm giving it up.

Come on, Dad, it's only one pipe a day.

When a loaf of bread looks like a banquet, I've no right buying tobacco.

Go on, Grandpa.

Please take it.

After I finished my paper route, I was in front of Wonka's.