[Miss Honey decides to visit the Wormwoods to speak with them about Matilda's intelligence; Harry answers the door] Miss Honey: Hello. Harry: We don't give money, we don't like charities, we don't buy raffle tickets. [attempts to shut the door, but Miss Honey stops him] Miss Honey: Mr. Wormwood, I'm Jennifer Honey. I'm Matilda's teacher. [Matilda looks up, surprised to see Miss Honey] Harry: What's she done now? [to Matilda] You! Go to your room, right now! Right now! Beat it! [Matilda does so; to Miss Honey] Look, whatever it is, she's your problem now. Miss Honey: No, there is no problem. Harry: Then beat it. We're watching TV. [again attempts to shut the door, but Miss Honey again stops him] Miss Honey: Mr. Wormwood, if you think watching some rotten TV show is more important than your daughter, then maybe you shouldn't be a parent. Now, why don't you turn that darn thing off and listen to me? Harry: [groans in frustration] All right, come on in, get this over with. Mrs. Wormwood's not gonna like this. Come on, get in. Close the door. Zinnia: Who is it? Harry: Some teacher. Says she's gotta talk to you about Matilda. [turns off TV] Zinnia: What'd you do that for?! He had Velasquez on the ropes! Harry: [to Miss Honey] What do you want? [Matilda stands in the hallway, listening to the conversation] Miss Honey: I'm sure you're aware by now that Matilda has a brilliant mind. Harry: [sarcastically] Yeah, right. [to Michael] Mikey, get me a beer. [Michael tosses a can of beer to Harry] Miss Honey: Her math skills are simply extraordinary. She's reading material that I... Michael: [interrupting; offers Miss Honey a beer] Want one? Miss Honey: Oh, no, thank you, dear. [continues to Harry and Zinnia] Material that I didn't see until my second year of college. Zinnia: [rolls her eyes] Oh, college! Harry: [snickers] Great, college! Miss Honey: I really feel, with private instruction, that she'd be ready for college in just a few short years. Zinnia: Look, Miss Snit. A girl does not get anywhere by acting intelligent. I mean, take a look at you and me. You chose books, I chose looks. I have a nice house, a wonderful husband, and you are slaving away teaching snot-nosed children their ABCs. You want Matilda to go to college? [laughs] Harry: College? I didn't go to college. I don't know anybody who did. Bunch of hippies and cesspool salesmen! [chuckles] Miss Honey: [insulted] Don't sneer at educated people, Mr. Wormwood. If you became ill, heaven forbid, your doctor would be a college graduate. Harry: [less smugly] Yeah. Miss Honey: Or say you were sued for selling a faulty car? The lawyer who defended you would have gone to college, too. Harry: [sternly] What car? Sued by who? Who you been talking to? Miss Honey: Nobody. [Harry looks at her in disbelief] Oh, dear. I can see we are not going to agree, aren't we? No, I'm sorry I burst in on you like this. Sorry. Zinnia: We ought to sue her for interrupting our show! Harry: [turns on TV] Tell me about it. [about the wrestling match on TV] Why's he standing in the middle of the ring? Zinnia: Standing in the middle of the ring? 'Cause it's over. Harry: We missed it? [Matilda sees Miss Honey place a book on the table near the front door] Matilda: [whispers] Thank you. Miss Honey: [whispers] Tomorrow. [leaves] Zinnia: Great, it's over. Harry: Who won? Zinnia: How do I know? You shut it off! Harry: Was it my fault that she came in the middle of the fight?!

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