Most scenes together: Matilda & Miss Honey (14), Matilda & Narrator (13), Matilda & Harry Wormwood (12)
Entire confection.
My mommy thinks they're sweet.
Mrs. Phelps In that room right over there. Would you like me to pick you out one with lots of pictures in it?
You squirts better skedaddle. I'm not kidding. The Trunchbull likes to snap a whip in there to see who's trying to hide.
I've got 9:18.
Are you ready to get sticky with Mickey?
I'm great! I'm incredible! Michael, pencil and paper, in the kitchen.
Did we sell some cars today, honeydew?
Did we! [kisses his wife as his son grabs a notebook and a pencil]
Does that mean I can get that new TV?
Yeah! Son, one day, you're gonna have to earn your own living. And it's time that you've learned the family business. Sit down, and write this down.
All right. The first car that your brilliant father sold cost $320. I sold it for $1,158. The second one costs $512. I sold it for $2,269!
Wait, Dad, you're going too fast.
Just write. The third cost $68. I sold it for $999! And the fourth cost $1,100. I sold it for 7,839 big American boffos!
Harry! :[kisses her husband]
What's my profit for the day?
Could you repeat the last one-?
$10,265.
From all the way over here?
Are you being smart with me? [angrily approaches Matilda and points his finger at her] If you're being smart with me, young lady, you're gonna be punished.
Punished for being smart?
For being a smart aleck! [leans down to her level] When a person is bad, that person has to be taught a lesson.
Get up! Get up! Go on! [pulls Matilda's ear, drags her to her room, and shuts the door]
Harry Wormwood had unintentionally given his daughter the first practical advice she could use. He meant to say, "When a child is bad". Instead he said, "When a person is bad", and thereby introduced a revolutionary idea: that children could punish their parents. Only when they deserved it, of course.
I will not be a figure of ridicule! I want respect and I want it now!
I still don't see how you glued your hat on, Harry. I mean, I know you say you didn't, but obviously you did.
I did not glue my hat to my head! The hat shrunk, the fibres fused to my hair!
Baby! Wait a minute. I'm getting it now. I'm getting it. One more. Oh, my God.
From now on, this family does exactly what I say, when exactly when I say it!
Here's your hat, Harry.
Give me that hat. And right now, we are eating dinner and watching TV.
Are you ready to get sticky with Mickey?
Shut your light off.
I'm just giving it away! For those idiots out there who don't know how to play, here's how it goes. For each correct answer, they'll move one step closer to our Cube of Cash. Once in our Cube of Cash, any money that sticks to your gooey body, you get to take home!
Hi, Dad.
Are you in this family? [Matilda does not answer] Hello? Are you in this family? [switches lamp off] Dinnertime is family time! What is this trash you're reading?
It's not trash, Dad, it's lovely. It's called "Moby Dick" by Herman Melville.
It's not mine, it's a library book!
Trash! [throws the book on the floor] I'm fed up with all this reading! You're a Wormwood, and it's time you started acting like one! Sit up and look at the TV! [grabs Matilda's head, forcing her to watch TV]
The producers are not liable for any skin irritation that may result from playing our game. Get real sticky and get cash for free. All right, that's enough. Let's get sticky!
I didn't do it.
Of course, you didn't do it, you little twit.
I told you that was a cheap set.
It's not a cheap set. It's a stolen set. Put your light on!
Bummer.
Was it magic or coincidence? She didn't know. It is said that we humans use only a tiny portion of our brains. Matilda might never have discovered her own great strength of mind were it not for the events that began on the very next day.
Michael, one day all this will be yours.
This?
See this junker? I paid a hundred dollars for her. She's got 120,000 miles on her. Transmission's shot, bumpers are falling off. What do I do with her, hmm? I sell her! [brushes Super Super Glue on the bumper] We really should weld these bumpers on, but that takes time, equipment, money. So we use 'Super Super Glue' instead. [to Michael and Matilda] Go ahead. Put it on there.
Won't it fall off?
Definitely.
Isn't that dangerous?
Not to me. Okay? [pours sawdust into the transmission] Transmission… The sawdust quiets the gears and lets the motor run as sweet as a nut, for a couple a miles.
Daddy, that's cheating.
Of course that's cheating. Nobody ever got rich being honest. [picks up a drill that's hooked up to the odometer] Twenty years ago, we could turn the numbers back by hand, but, here, take my hat! [gives Michael his hat, who puts it down] But the feds like to test the ingenuity of the American businessman. Two directional drill. You run it backwards, the numbers go down. Watch the speedometer.
Cool.
See?
Yeah.
Daddy, you're a crook.
What?
This is illegal.
Here. Keep drilling. [gives Michael the drill as he walks over to Matilda] You make money? Do you have a job?
No. But don't people need good cars? Can't you sell good cars, dad?
Listen, you little wiseacre. I'm smart; you're dumb. I'm big; you're little. I'm right; you're wrong. And there's nothing you can do about it. [as Harry walks away, Matilda spots the hat and super glue and gets an idea]
Harry! I won! I won! I hit the double bingo! Come on, everybody. I'm taking you all to Café Le Ritz.
Let me see the money.
Never mind.
Double bingo, huh? Ooh.
God, your hair looks awful. I hope they let you in.
They'll let me in.
Get in the car. Go on, get in. How much?
It's for me to know, and you to find out.
Young lady, where were you?!
Miss Trunchbull kept the whole school late because this boy ate some chocolate cake.
That's the biggest lie I ever heard. You see those packages over there? They were left out for the whole world to see because you weren't here to take 'em in!
I don't think it's fair, bumpkins.
What?
You get all this stuff from catalogues, and I don't get anything!
It's not catalogues, it's car parts, sweetness. It's business!
Oh, if it's business, why don't you have it sent to the office?
Because the cops may be watching the office.
The cops are watching the house.
What?
They're parked outside right now.
You are such an ignoramus! Those are speedboat salesmen! Really nice guys.
Yeah, but some people like to go away on the weekends. Some people have fun!
And some people are cops.
They are not cops!
Are too!
They are not! I oughta know if there's cops watching my house! Now get to bed, you lying little earwig.
Lavender, what's my teacher like?
Run, run, run! Faster. Get in. Quickly!
But Matilda's teacher, Miss Honey, was one of those remarkable people who appreciates every single child for who he or she is.
Oh, how lovely. Thank you, Amanda. Okay, listen up, everybody. Have a new student with us today. This is Matilda Wormwood. I'd like you to sit here with Lavender. All right, could you get her workbook for her, please?
Yes, Miss Honey.
Miss Honey was a wonderful teacher, and a friend to everyone. But her life was not as simple and beautiful as it seemed. Miss Honey had a deep, dark secret. And though it caused her great pain, she didn't let it interfere with her teaching.
Well, Matilda. You've come on a very good day, because we're going to review everything we've learned so far. Now, it's all right if you don't know or understand any of this, because you're brand new, but if you do know an answer, just raise your hand. Okay, now we've been working on our two-times tables. Would anyone like to demonstrate? [all raise their hands] Okay. Let's do some together. Two times four is?
8.
Two times six is?
12.
Two times nine is?
18.
Excellent. You've been practicing. Pretty soon you'll be able to do any multiplication, whether it's two times 7?
14.
Very good. Or 13 times 379.
Four thousand, nine hundred, and twenty-seven.
I beg your pardon?
I think that's the answer. 13 times 379. Four nine two seven.
Wow!
Matilda, you know how to multiply big numbers?
I read this book last year in mathematics at the library.
You like to read?
Oh, yes. I love to read.
What do you like to read?
Everything. But lately I've been reading Darles Chickens. [Corrects herself] I mean, Charles Dickens. I could read him every day.
So could I. All right, everyone. Take out your workbooks. Let's start with section three. I'll be back in a moment.
There she is! Shot put.
Hammerthrow.
Javelin.
Meow, meow.
Woof!
Meow, meow, meow.
She's afraid of a cat?
Black cats. She's very superstitious.
Go! Rrr rrr rrr rrr! Grrrrr! Meow! [Trunchbull kicks the cat, and it scampers away]
Meow! Meow!!!!
Poor kitty!l.
Oh, he's all right.
Hopefully. [Trunchbull drives the car] Let's go get your treasures.
No, Matilda.
Well, she's gone. Come on!
Matilda!
Miss Honey!
Come on. Move, you piece of junkyard fodder. Uh, shift, you-- No, no. Oof, ooh, ah!
Woah. My house… Oh my! My father's portrait used to hang there.
Whoever painted the Trunchbull must have had a strong stomach. A really strong stomach!
Back! Ooh, ooh, back! Back! Yeah! [starts pulling the car]
We should go. [spots the chocolate box] My father's chocolate box. After supper, he'd take a chocolate, cut it in half, and he'd always give me the bigger half. When he died, Aunt Trunchbull would count them, so I couldn't even sneak one. She'd take a chocolate, raise it to her lips, and say…
Much too good for children.
Have one.
Oh, no. She'd notice.
Where's Liccy doll?
Upstairs. Matilda! Matilda.
You all go outside, then I'll come out and help fill the birdfeeder. Okay? I'll be out there in a minute.
Miss Honey, I did it.
Did what?
I made the glass tip over.
Oh, sweetheart. Don't let Miss Trunchbull make you feel that way. Nobody did it. It was an accident.
I did it with my eyes. Watch. I'll prove it to you.
It's wonderful you feel so powerful. Many people don't feel powerful at all.
Come on, glass. Tip over!
It's all right, Matilda.
I really did it, Miss Honey.
One of the odd things about life is sometimes you can do something until you want to show someone, and then you can't. Or, sometimes when you think something's broken, and you take it to be fixed…
This isn't like that. I don't know. Maybe I made myself tired.
Matilda, would you like to come over to my house this afternoon?
I'd like that very much, Miss Honey.
Good.
I just stare very hard, and then my eyes get all hot, and I can feel the strongness. I feel like I can move almost anything in the world. You do believe me, don't you?
Oh, I believe that you should believe in whatever power you think you have inside of you. Believe it with all your heart.
Having power isn't nearly as important as what you choose to do with it. And what Matilda had in mind was nothing short of heroic.
Come on! Come on, Liccy doll. Come, Liccy. Come on! Come on! Come on! Please come here. [She then uses her powers to torture the Trunch]
Leave me alone!
Magnus! [She notices the Magnus picture frame that is levitating down from the second floor and replaced it itself where the Olympics picture frame was hanged before. She stares at the picture frame which causes her to surprise then the clock starts to chime.]
Miss Honey! Miss Honey! You'll never believe what I got you.
Oh, Matilda. Matilda.
Oh. I also brought you this. I ate mine last night. [Gives Miss Honey her chocolate]
Matilda had always wanted to go to school, because she loved to learn. She tried to imagine what her new school would be like.
Go ahead.
She pictured a lovely building surrounded by trees, and flowers and swings. Well, there was a building… And children, so regardless of what Crunchem Hall looked like, she was happy to be there. After all, any school's better than no school at all, isn't it?
Hey, wait up!
You, detention. You're too small. Grow up quicker. Heads up. Shoulders back. Stomachs in. Stand up straight.
Hey!
Sorry.
Detention for you.
That's okay. It's much better than being out there.
Is that my teacher?
Too pink!
No. That's the principal, Miss Trunchbull.
You've gotta be kidding.
Uh-uh.
You squirts better skedaddle. I'm not kidding. The Trunchbull likes to snap a whip in there to see who's trying to hide.
Stomach in! Change those socks! Too pink!
I'm Matilda.
Lavender. [she shakes hands with Matilda]
I'm Hortensia.
Hi.
She doesn't really hit children with that riding crop, does she?
No. It's mostly for scare. What she does is worse. Like yesterday, in the second grade, the Trunchbull makes a weekly visit to every classroom, to show the teachers a thing or two about handling kids. And Julius Rottwinkle ate two M&Ms during her lesson.
And she caught him?
Of course.
Aaaaaahhhhhhh!
Was Julius okay?
After being thrown out the window? Of course he wasn't okay. He lived, if that's what you mean.
The Trunchbull used to be in the Olympics: Shot-put, javelin, hammer throw. The hammer throw was her specialty.
So she does this all the time?
Better than being put in "The Chokey".
The Chokey?
Yeah, the Chokey. [the camera zooms in on the Chokey as Hortensia explains] It's a tall, narrow hole in a wall behind a door. You have to stand in a drippy pipe with jagged edges, and the walls have broken glass with nails sticking out.
She puts kids in there?
I've been in there twice. Sometimes she leaves you in there all day.
They didn't believe me. I mean, would your parents believe it?
Sixty lines after school: "I must obey Miss Trunchbull."
Out of my way!
Here she comes.
Amanda Thripp.
Yes, Miss Trunchbull?
What are those? [referring to her pigtails]
Hanging down by your ears.
Are you a pig, Amanda?
Do I allow pigs in my school?
My mommy thinks they're sweet.
Your mommy... is a twit! You are chop those off before school tomorrow or I will...
But, I don't...
Come on! But! "But"? Did you say "but"?
Definitely.
I'll give you "but"!
Girl Good loft.
Excellent release.
Think she'll make the fence?
Gonna be a close one.
Quiet! Get to class before I throw you all in the Chokey.
Miss Honey moved back into her father's house. Of course, Matilda was a frequent visitor.
Tea time.
Did you know that the heart of a mouse beats at the rate of 650 times a minute?
My…. Where did you learn that?
In a book. It beats so fast that it doesn't sound like it's beating at all. It sounds like it's humming. A porcupine's heart beats 300 times a minute.
Wait!
Hey, you. Hey. We're leaving. Let's go. Get in the car. Hurry up. …Let's wrap up these cookies. Come on. We're leaving. Now!
I'd be happy to walk her home.
Well, nobody'll be there. We're moving to Guam. Come on. Let's go.
Guam?
Yeah. Daddy's not gonna be in the auto business anymore.
I don't want to leave!
We're going on a permanent vacation.
Yeah, and we've gotta beat the speedboat salesmen to the airport.
I love it here! I want to keep going to my school! It isn't fair!
Get in the car, Melinda!
Matilda!
Whatever.
I want to be with Miss Honey!
Miss Honey doesn't want you! Why would she want some snotty, disobedient kid?!
Because she's a spectacularly wonderful child, and I love her.
Adopt me, Miss Honey! You can adopt me.
Look, I don't have time for all these legalities.
One second, Dad. I have the adoption papers.
What? Where did you get those?
From a book in the library. I've had them since I was big enough to Xerox.
Are you hearing this, Harry?
All you have to do is sign them.
Shut up! I-I-I can't think with all these sirens. What do you think, pumpkin?
You're the only daughter I ever had, Matilda. I never understood you. Not one little bit. Who's got a pen?
Here.
Thanks.
And doing perhaps the first decent thing they ever did for their daughter, the Wormwoods signed the adoption papers.
And here. And here.
All right. Come on. Turn around. You're not gonna be calling us for support payments, or nothing like that, huh?
Oh, no. We'll have everything we need. Don't worry.
All right. Here. Let's roll.
Ciao!
And as bad as things were before, that's how good they became. Miss Honey was made principal of Crunchem Hall which had to add an upper school because children never wanted to leave. Then Matilda found to her great surprise, that life could be fun. And she decided to have as much of it as possible. After all, she was a very smart kid. But the happiest part of the story was that Matilda and Miss Honey had each gotten what they'd always wanted. A loving family. And Matilda never had to use her powers again. Well, I mean, "Almost never".
Call me Ishmael. Some years ago, never mind how long precisely, having little or no money in my purse and nothing particular to...
[The screen fades out into credits.]
The next morning, after her parents left, Matilda set off in search of a book.
Where's are the children's books, please?
Mrs. Phelps In that room right over there. Would you like me to pick you out one with lots of pictures in it?
No, thank you. I'm sure I can manage.
From then on, every day, as soon as her mother went to bingo, Matilda walked the ten blocks to the library, and devoured one book after another. [She giggles upon reading, as Mrs. Phelps hears her whilst working. Matilda places some books on a table, before she puts them back.] When she finished all the children's books, she started wandering around in search of something else. Mrs. Phelps, who had been watching her with fascination for the past few weeks, offered Matilda some valuable library information.
Mrs. Phelps You know, you can have your very own library card, and then you could take books home, and you wouldn't have to walk here every day. You can take home as many as you'd like.
That would be wonderful.
So, Matilda's strong, young mind continued to grow, nurtured by the voices of all those authors who had sent their books out into the world, like ships onto the sea. [As the 4-year-old Matilda walks in the park with her wagon, the shot fades to the 6-year-old Matilda still walking in the park.] These books gave Matilda a hopeful and comforting message; you are not alone.
Any packages come today?
Mm-mm.
The library.
The library?! You've never set foot in the library, you're only four years old!
I'm six and a half.
You're four!
Six and a half.
If you were six and a half, you'd be in school already!
I want to be in school. I told you I was supposed to start school in September. You wouldn't listen.
Get up! Get up! Get out here. Give me that book. [takes his daughter's book and throws it on the ground aside, briefly catching his son's attention. Harry takes his daughter to their bedroom where his wife is applying peroxide in her hair] Dearest pie, how old is Matilda?
Four.
I'm six and a half, Mommy.
Five, then.
I was six in August.
You're a liar.
I wanna go to school.
School! It's out of the question. Who would be here to sign for the packages? [applies his hair tonic into his hair] We can't leave valuable packages sitting on the doorstep. Now go watch TV like a good kid.
You know, sometimes I think there's something wrong with that girl.
Hm. Tell me about it.
Hey, dipface! [throws some marshmallows at at Matilda, as she walks to her bedroom, ignoring his brother] Have a marshmallow. Have another marshmallow, dipface! Dipface!
Sometimes Matilda longed for a friend, someone like the kind, courageous people in her books. [she closes the book and gazes at the front cover where it shows the illustration of Ivanhoe] It occurred to her that, like talking dragons and princesses with hair long enough to climb, such people might exist only in storybooks. But Matilda was about to discover that she could be her own friend, [the next scene shows Harry joyfully running to the house, laughing] that she had a kind of strength that she wasn't even aware of.
With the FBI watching her father and the Trunchbull terrorizing her school, it was a rare and happy moment when Matilda could just play with her friends.
A frog, a frog, a frog!
What is it, Lavender?
A frog!
It's a chameleon.
It's a newt. [reading from a book] "Any of the small semi-aquatic salamanders from the genus Triturus".
How could you keep going, you useless, flaming CAR?! Wormwood! [screen pans to Lavender getting inside and Matilda opening her mouth surprised, looking at Trunchbull] Sell me a lemon?! You're heading for the chokey, young lady!
Chokey?
Teach you a lesson!
What lesson?
You and your father think you can make a fool out of me!
My father?
The guy with the stupid haircut!
I'm nothing like my father.
You're the spitting image. The apple never rots far from the tree!
Miss Honey!!!!!
Miss Trunchbull teaches our class today, Lavender. Please get a water pitcher.
But, Miss Honey!!!!
Shh! No, quickly. She'll be here any second. Come on. Oh, make sure the water's cold, Lavender. [Lavender pours the glass with the newt into the pitcher]
Vinny, cover the fish. Put away the art projects. Put away anything colorful. Oh Charley, won't you get those crayons for me?
Most great ideas come from hard work and careful planning. Of course, once in a while, they just jump out at you.
Rayna. Rayna. Cover the birds and the beetles. Hurry! Hurry! I hear her coming! Okay now. Last time, some of you forgot yourselves. Don't speak unless you're spoken to. Don't laugh. Don't smile. Don't even breathe loudly.
Don't breathe at all.
Good morning, Miss Trunchbull.
Good morning, Miss Trunchbull.
SIT!!!! [hits rod against her hand again] Shoo. I have never been able to understand why small children are so disgusting. They're the bane of my life. They're like insects.
They should be got rid of as early as possible. Fsht! My idea of a perfect school is one in which there are no children... at all. [laughs]
Do you agree, Miss Honey?
Now. You, front of the class!
Next time I tell you to empty your pockets, you'll do it faster, won't you?!
Yes, Miss Trunchbull!
Miss Honey, this might be the most interesting thing you've ever done! [Miss Trunchbull drops the boy] Sit down, you squirming worm of vomit!
Thank you, Miss Trunchbull.
Get up!! Can you spell?
Miss Honey taught us how to spell a long word yesterday. We can spell "difficulty".
You couldn't spell 'difficulty' if your life depended on it.
She taught us with a poem.
A poem. How sweet. What poem would that be?
Mrs. D. Mrs. I. Mrs. F - F - I. Mrs. C. Mrs. U. Mrs. L - T - Y.
Why are all these women married?! Mrs. D? Mrs. I? You're supposed to be teaching spelling, not poetry! I cannot for the life of me understand why small children take so long to grow up. I think they do it deliberately, just to annoy me. What's funny? Come on. Spit it out. Speak up. I like a joke as well as the next fat person.
It's a snake! It's a snake! It's a snake! One of you tried to poison me! Who? Oh, Matilda. I knew it.
I just thought you'd like to know, it's not a snake. It's a newt.
What did you say?
It's a newt, Miss Trunchbull.
Stand up, you villainous sack of goat slime! You did this!
No, Miss Trunchbull.
Did you act alone, or did you have accomplices?
I didn't do it.
You didn't like the chokey, did you? Thought you'd pay me back, didn't you? Well, I'll pay you back, young lady.
For what, Miss Trunchbull?
For this newt, you pissworm!
I'm telling you, I didn't do it!
Besides, even if you didn't do it, I'm going to punish you, because I'm big and you're small, and I'm right, and you're wrong. And there's nothing you can do about it. You're a liar and a scoundrel, and your father's a liar and a cheat! You're the most corrupt low-lifes in the history of civilization. Am I wrong? I'm never wrong. In this classroom, in this school, I am God!
You!
I didn't move!
You did this!
How could she possibly have done it when she was sitting way over here?
I'll be watching you. Each and every one of you. When you turn the corner. When you go to your little cubbies to get your smelly little coats. When you skip merrily to lunch. I'll be watching you. All of you, and especially you!
Thanks for not telling.
Best friends don't tell. She can really dance.
Yippee! Gotcha right in the neck! And you... [Jenny knocks on the door] Come in, come in, whoever you are. Almost got you. Good to see ya, Jen. Good. Good. Good. Time for one of our little heart-to-hearts?
Actually, it's about the new girl in my class, Miss Trunchbull. Matilda Wormwood.
Her father says she's a real wart. [As she pours a glass of water] A carbuncle. A blister. A festering pustule of malignant ooze.
Oh, no. Matilda Wormwood is a very sweet girl, and very bright.
A bright child?
Yes. She can multiply large sums in her head.
So can a calculator.
Well, I think she might be happier in an older, and more advanced class.
Ahh! I knew it. You can't handle the little viper, so you're trying to foist her off onto one of the other teachers.
No, no,no, Miss Truncubull.
Yes! Typical! Slothful! Cowardice! Listen to me, Jen. [picks up a shot-put ball and throws it at the door] The distance the shot-put goes depends upon the effort you put into it. Perspiration! If you can't handle the little brat, I'll lock her up in the chokey!
Get it?
Yes, Ma'am.
One day, Jen, you'll see that everything I do is for your own good and the good of those putrescent little children!
Do any of you recognize... this? Let's play a little game, shall we? Who was wearing a pretty red hair ribbon yesterday [tauntingly holding it in front of Matilda] and isn't wearing one today? Can you answer me that? Who does this disgusting ribbon belong to?!!? [Throwing it on the ground and spitting on it] I shall personally see to it, that the demented, slime-breathed, little Lilliputian who owns this DISGUSTING ribbon… will never see the light of day again! YOU!!!! [pointing at Matilda]
Miss Trunchbull, I was the one who was at your house last night. I know that I--
I broke your arm once before. I can do it again, Jenny.
I am not seven years old anymore, Aunt Trunchbull.
Shut your holes! You will be put away in a place where not even the crows can land their droppings on you.
Look! [A piece of chalk levitates, as Trunchbull turns around and sees the blinds opening and closing] The chalk! And the blinds!
A G A T H A. [Trunchbull watches in horror as the chalk writes] THIS IS MAGNUS. GIVE MY LITTLE BUMBLEBEE BACK HER HOUSE AND HER MONEY.
THEN GET OUT OF TOWN. IF YOU DON'T, I WILL GET YOU. I WILL GET YOU LIKE YOU GOT ME. THAT IS A PROMISE. [Matilda is using her powers to hit the Trunch with the erasers, after a while of being attacked by the erasers, The Trunchbull faints, Matilda opens the blinds with her powers, the students look at Miss Trunchbull’s unconscious body, however, unbeknownst to them, The Trunch opens one eye at the camera, and quickly turns her head towards the other students, scaring them in the process]
Aaaahhh!
Aaaahhhhhhh!
Aaaahhhhhh! Aaaahhhhhhhhhhh!
Woo woo woo! Woo-Hoo! Woo! Woo-Hoo-Hoo! Woo!
[Trunchbull tries to run from the boy, but the boy pushes her on to the globe, Miss Honey silently tells Matilda to spin the globe, which she obeys, Trunchbull spins around in circles until she flies off and falls on to the floor] [the Trunch is disoriented from Matilda spinning her on the globe and gets back up feeling all dizzy, when the Trunch regains consciousness, she notices Lavender, and charges toward like an angry bull, until Matilda lifts her up as the Trunch crashes through the door and lands on the floor of the hallway, Matilda then uses her powers to summon the student’s lunchboxes to have the students pelt the Trunch with their food]
Woah!
It's the Trunch!
Hey, you guys, look at this!
Yes!
Let go.
Wooooooow. Cool. I didn't know I could do that.
Pretty good, huh?
[as students continue throwing their food from their lunch boxes at the Trunch, she antt to escape, but gasps in horror at the sight of a gargantuan crowd of other students in front of her, holding food, water balloons, and other objects, ready to hurl them at her, as the Trunch attempts to leave, the army of students assail the Trunch with their food, as she passes by Bruce, Bruce shoves chocolate cake into her mouth]
Ha ha! Yeah!
And the Trunchbull was gone. Never to be seen or heard from, never to darken a doorway again.
