The Trunchbull: GET UP! [Amanda puts her hair in the back; the Trunchbull points her riding crop at Amanda] Can you spell? Amanda: Miss Honey taught us how to spell a long word yesterday. We can spell "difficulty." The Trunchbull: You couldn't spell "difficulty" if your life depended on it. Amanda: She taught us with a poem. The Trunchbull: [in a mock high-pitched tone] A poem? How sweet. What poem would that be? Amanda: Mrs. D, Mrs. I... [gestures to class to join in] Class: Mrs. F-F-I. Mrs. C, Mrs. U, Mrs. L-T-Y. The Trunchbull: [strikes a desktop with her riding crop and all the children instantly face forward] WHY ARE ALL THESE WOMEN MARRIED?! "Mrs D., Mrs I."?! You're supposed to be teaching spelling, not poetry! [whips riding crop on Matilda's desk and walks to Miss Honey's desk] I cannot for the life of me understand why small children take so long to grow up. [pours water in the glass holding the newt] I think they do it deliberately just to annoy me. [the Trunchbull drinks the newt while the kids laugh and whisper; the Trunchbull lays down the glass] What's funny?! Hmm? Come on, spit it out! Speak up. I like a joke as well as the next fat person. [two of the students almost laugh and the Trunchbull discovers the newt in the glass she was drinking from] It's a snake! It's a snake! Oh, it's a snake! [Matilda puts her hand up] One of you tried to poison me! Who?! [notices Matilda with her hand up; growls] Matilda! I knew it! Matilda: I just thought you'd like to know, it's not a snake, it's a newt. The Trunchbull: What did you say? Matilda: It's a newt, Ms. Trunchbull. The Trunchbull: [sharply] Stand up, you villainous sack of goat slime! You did this! Matilda: No, Ms. Trunchbull. The Trunchbull: Did you act alone? Or did you have accomplices? Matilda: I didn't do it! The Trunchbull: 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! Matilda: For what, Ms. Trunchbull? The Trunchbull: [furiously] FOR THIS NEWT, YOU PISS-WORM! Matilda: I'm telling you, I didn't do it! The Trunchbull: [regains composure] Besides, even if you didn't do it, I'm gonna 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 lowlifes in the history of civilization! Am I wrong? I'm never wrong. In this classroom, in this school, I... am... GOD!!!! [Matilda, gets more and more angry, concentrates on the glass; suddenly, the glass tips over, pouring the newt onto the Trunchbull. The Trunchbull jumps and dances in fear, while the kids laugh, until the Trunchbull flicks the newt off her, which it lands on a light, then into a boy's hand] [furiously] YOU!!! Matilda: I didn't move! The Trunchbull: You did this! [tries to grab Matilda] Miss Honey: How could she possibly done it when she was sitting all the way from over here? The Trunchbull: [sighs in frustration] I'll be watching you. Each and every one. 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! [points at Matilda, then leaves the classroom]

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