Matilda1996

The Trunchbull:
Yippie! Got you right in the neck! [cackles] Yes! You... [Miss Honey knocks on the door] Come in, come in, whoever you are! [Miss Honey opens the door, and nearly gets hit by one of the Trunchbull's darts] Almost got you. Good to see you, Jen. Good, good, good. Time for one of our little "heart-to-hearts"?

Miss Honey:
Actually, it's about the new girl in my class, Ms. Trunchbull, Matilda Wormwood.

The Trunchbull:
Her father says she's a real wart.

Miss Honey:
A what?

The Trunchbull:
A carbuncle, a blister, a festering pustule of malignant ooze.

Miss Honey:
Oh, no, Matilda Wormwood is a very sweet girl, and very bright.

The Trunchbull:
[incredulous] A "bright child"?

Miss Honey:
Yes. She can multiply large sums in her head.

The Trunchbull:
So can a calculator.

Miss Honey:
Well, I think she might be happier in an older, and more advanced class...

The Trunchbull:
[sneers] Ah, I knew it! You can't handle the little viper, so you're trying to foist her off onto one of the other teachers!

Miss Honey:
No, no, no, Ms. Trunchbull...

The Trunchbull:
Yes! Typical, slothful cowardice! Listen to me, Jen. [grabs a shot put] 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 IN THE CHOKEY!! EEEERRRAAAGH!!!! [as she throws the shot-put across the room potentially to puncture it] Get it?

Miss Honey:
[terrified] Yes, ma'am.

The Trunchbull:
One day, Jen, you'll see that everything I do is for your own good. And the good of those putrescent little children! [shoves Miss Honey out of her office and throws darts at the pictures on the door]