Truly Scrumptious: Well, Mr. Potts!
Caractacus Pott: What's wrong?
Truly Scrumptious: Now you'll have to marry me!
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!
Answer: It seems those times were occasions when she was on her way to see her father, Lord Scrumptious, at his candy factory, or wherever he may be (like at the Potts' wargaming with Grandpa).
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