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Cookie: Entire confection. Amanda: 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? Hortensia: You squirts better skedaddle. I'm not kidding. The Trunchbull likes to snap a whip in there to see who's trying to hide. FBI Agent Bill: I've got 9:18. FBI Agent Bob: [into recorder] 9:17 is correct. Mickey: Are you ready to get sticky with Mickey?

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Narrator: [first lines] Everyone is born, but not everyone is born the same. Some will grow to be butchers or bakers or candlestick makers. Some will only be really good at making a Jell-O salad. One way or another, though, every human being is unique, for better or for worse. [a nurse picks up the baby girl and shows her to a man, who grumbles and walks off] Most parents believe that their children are the most beautiful creatures ever to grace the planet. Others take a less emotional approach. Harry: What a waste of time. Zinnia: And painful. Harry: And expensive! $9.25 for a bar of soap? Zinnia: Well, I had to take a shower, Harry. Harry: $5,000?! I'm not paying it! What are they gonna do, repossess the kid? [puts the baby girl in the back of his car. Looking back at her, a boy named Michael Wormwood, Harry and Zinna's son, waves a toy, making her anxious. Harry jerks the car forward, causing the baby girl to slide. He hits the gas pedal, causing the baby girl to slide back] There's

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Narrator: The next morning, after her parents left, Matilda set off in search of a book. Matilda: 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? Matilda: No, thank you. I'm sure I can manage. Narrator: 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

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Harry: [goes into the house, smiling] I'm great! I'm incredible! Michael, pencil and paper, in the kitchen. Zinnia: Did we sell some cars today, honeydew? Harry: Did we! [kisses his wife as his son grabs a notebook and a pencil] Zinnia: [as she, her husband, and her son walk to the table where her daughter is reading her book] Does that mean I can get that new TV? Harry: 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. Harry: 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! Michael: Wait, Dad, you're going too fast. Harry: 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! Zinnia: Harry! :[kisses her husband] Harry: What's my profit for the day? Michael: Could you repeat the last one-? Matilda: $10,265. Matilda: Check it if you do

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Harry: Michael, come into my room! Michael: What? Harry: My boy! Today's the day I take you to the shop. What do ya say? Michael: I don't know. What do you say, Dad? Harry: I say appearance is nine-tenths of the law. People don't buy a car. They buy me. Which is why I take such good care of myself. Well-oiled hair. Clean shaved. Snappy suit. Now run along and get ready for a big day of learning, kid. And it's gonna be a big day of learning, too. There's a sucker born every minute, and we're gonna take 'em for all they've got. Michael: Give me the cookies. Zinnia: Here. Harry: OK, my boy! Heir to the throne. Today, we diddle the customer. Harry: What's wrong with you? What are you looking at? Lovekins, where's my breakfast? Zinnia: Here we are, my heartstrings. [sees her husband, shrieks, and throws two bowls of cereal in the air] Snickerdoodle, what did you do to your hair? Harry: [confused] My hair?! [goes to a mirror as Zinnia and Michael watch, he sees his hair dyed blonde. He screa

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Harry: Give me those things! Give me that! Where are you going with those? Give me those. Get in the car! [Harry grabs the car parts] Go on. [Michael and Matilda hop in the car] Get in. Narrator: Dirty dealings, like buying stolen car parts, never stay secret for long. Especially when the FBI gets involved. FBI Agent Bob: [into recorder] 9:17, suspect exits domicile. FBI Agent Bill: I've got 9:18. FBI Agent Bob: [into recorder] 9:17 is correct.

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Harry: Michael, one day all this will be yours. Michael: This? Harry: 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. Michael: Won't it fall off? Harry: Definitely. Matilda: Isn't that dangerous? Harry: 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. Matilda: Daddy, that's cheating. Harry: 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

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Zinnia: It's nice to go out sometimes, isn't it? Harry: Yeah. Zinnia: You never take us out. Harry: Of course, I do. I took you to "The Flipper". Zinnia: I don't remember any "The Flipper". Harry: The fish joint. You found that comb in the bouillabaisse. Zinnia: Oh, yeah. I liked that joint. Waiter: Bon jour. This way, please. Zinnia: Harry, take your hat off. Harry: I can't. Zinnia: This is a nice place. You can't wear a hat inside. Harry: I can't take it off. Zinnia: Harry, nobody cares what your hair looks like. Harry: I can't get it off. Zinnia: [trying desperately to get the hat off] What's with this hat? Harry: I can't get it off. I can't get it off. Zinnia: Just a minute. I'm gonna get this hat off. Harry: Pull it. Pull it. Zinnia: I'm pulling it! Harry: Ow, ow, ow, ow, ow! Zinnia: I think your head swelled up really bad. Harry: You're pulling the skin! Zinnia: You! You're such a baby. Stop it! Harry: Fibers are fused to the head! Zinnia: Fibers are fused... What is that suppose

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Harry: I will not be a figure of ridicule! I want respect and I want it now! Zinnia: 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. Harry: I did not glue my hat to my head! The hat shrunk, the fibres fused to my hair! Zinnia: Baby! Wait a minute. I'm getting it now. I'm getting it. One more. Oh, my God. Harry: From now on, this family does exactly what I say, when exactly when I say it! Zinnia: Here's your hat, Harry. Harry: Give me that hat. And right now, we are eating dinner and watching TV. Mickey: Are you ready to get sticky with Mickey? Crowd: [cheering] Harry: Shut your light off. Mickey: 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! Matilda: Hi, Dad. Harry: [very stern] Are you in this family? [Matild

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Trunchbull: I need a car that is inexpensive, but reliable. Can you service me? Harry: As a matter of speaking, yes. Welcome to Wormwood Motors. Harry Wormwood, owner, founder, whatever. Trunchbull: Agatha Trunchbull, principal, Crunchem Hall Elementary School. I warned you, sir. I want a tight car, because I'm on a tight ship. Harry: Oh yeah, huh? Uh… Trunchbull: My school is a model of discipline. "Use the rod, beat the child". That's my motto. Harry: Terrific motto. Trunchbull: Do you have any brats for yourself? Harry: Yeah, I got a boy, Mikey, and one mistake, Matilda. Trunchbull: They're all mistakes, children. Filthy and nasty things. I'm glad I never was one. Harry: Uh-huh. Well, since you're an educator, I'm gonna make you a great deal. Trunchbull: You'd better. Harry: Let's do business. Thank you. Enjoy it. [hands the Trunch the keys to the car] Harry: Hey, you. You're going to school. Matilda: I am? Harry: First thing tomorrow. [Matilda runs up to Harry and gives him a hug]

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Narrator: Matilda had always wanted to go to school, because she loved to learn. She tried to imagine what her new school would be like. Harry: Go ahead. Narrator: 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? Boy: Hey, wait up! Trunchbull: You, detention. You're too small. Grow up quicker. Heads up. Shoulders back. Stomachs in. Stand up straight. Lavender: Hey! Matilda: Sorry. Trunchbull: Detention for you. Lavender: That's okay. It's much better than being out there. Matilda: Is that my teacher? Trunchbull: Too pink! Lavender: No. That's the principal, Miss Trunchbull. Matilda: You've gotta be kidding. Lavender: Uh-uh. Hortensia: You squirts better skedaddle. I'm not kidding. The Trunchbull likes to snap a whip in there to see who's trying to hide. Trunchbull: Stomach in! Cha

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Matilda: Lavender, what's my teacher like? Trunchbull: Run, run, run! Faster. Get in. Quickly! Narrator: But Matilda's teacher, Miss Honey, was one of those remarkable people who appreciates every single child for who he or she is. Amanda: I scooped these up for you, Miss Honey. Miss Honey: 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? Lavender: Yes, Miss Honey. Narrator: 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. Miss Honey: 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,

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Trunchbull: [throws a handful of darts at pictures on the dartboard on the back of her door] 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? Miss Honey: Actually, it's about the new girl in my class, Miss Trunchbull. Matilda Wormwood. Trunchbull: 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. Miss Honey: Oh, no. Matilda Wormwood is a very sweet girl, and very bright. Trunchbull: A bright child? Miss Honey: Yes. She can multiply large sums in her head. Trunchbull: So can a calculator. Miss Honey: Well, I think she might be happier in an older, and more advanced class. Trunchbull: 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. Miss Honey: No, no,no, Miss Truncubull. Trunchbull: Yes!

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Zinnia: [on the phone] Get back at Tiffany, when she was having that baby. Matilda: Mom. I'm home. Zinnia: Hi. How was school? Matilda: School was great. My teacher lets me do sixth grade work. Look. Algebra and geography, Zinnia: [back on phone] The thing with Valerie's brother. You're kidding? Hold on a minute. Can't you see I'm in the middle of an important phone call? Matilda: Well, you just asked me how school was. Zinnia: Quiet! …Well, what else was she supposed to do? The baby wasn't his. Matilda: Well, it was really great. Zinnia: No way. They've gotta be implants. Matilda: The principal is insane. She threw a girl over the fence by her hair. Zinnia: It would change your life, too, if you waxed yours. I'm positive. Matilda: I have the most wonderful teacher. Zinnia: Mine are driving me crazy. I'm telling you. Six hours a day at school is not enough. Matilda: I'll say.

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Harry: Whack to the belly! A smack in the face. Another smack in the face! Burns is hurt! He's on the rope, ladies and gentlemen! [a doorbell is heard] Saved by the bell! [suddenly confused] The packages are at this hour? Zinnia: Come here. [straightens her husband's hair with a hairbrush] Okay. Miss Honey: Hello. Harry: We don't give money, we don't like charities, and we don't buy raffle tickets. [goes to rudely shut the door in Jenny's face] Miss Honey: [stops him] Mr. Wormwood, I'm Jennifer Honey, and I'm Matilda's teacher. Harry: What has she done now? [to Matilda] You! Go to your room, right now! Right now! Beat it! [Matilda walks off; back to Jenny] Look, whatever it is, she's your problem now. Miss Honey: [stopping Harry from closing the door again] No. There's no problem. Harry: Then beat it. We're watching TV. Miss Honey: [stops Harry from closing the door once more, and glares at him] Mr. Wormwood, if you think watching some rotten TV show is more important than your daughte

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Trunchbull: Hop to! Hippity hop! The entire school will go to the assembly room immediately. SIT! [kids sit down] Matilda: What's up? Lavender: Beats me. Trunchbull: [hits rod against left hand twice] Bruce Bogtrotter. [students gasp as screen zooms to Bruce] Would little Brucey come up here, please? Lavender: Uh-oh. He lives on my block. Trunchbull: This boy, Bruce Bogtrotter, is none other than a vicious sneak thief. You're a disgusting criminal, aren't you? Bruce: I don't know what you're talking about. Trunchbull: Cake. Chocolate cake. You slithered like a serpent into the school kitchen and ate my personal snack! [its rod at Bruce] Do you deny it? Confess. Bruce: Well, it's hard for me to remember a specific cake. Trunchbull: This one was mine, and it was the most scrumptious cake in the entire world. Bruce: My mom's is better. Trunchbull: It is, is it? How can you be sure unless you have another piece? Sit down, Bog. [taunting him with the piece of cake] Here we go. Smells chocol

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Harry: Young lady, where were you?! Matilda: Miss Trunchbull kept the whole school late because this boy ate some chocolate cake. Harry: 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! Zinnia: I don't think it's fair, bumpkins. Harry: What? Zinnia: You get all this stuff from catalogues, and I don't get anything! Harry: It's not catalogues, it's car parts, sweetness. It's business! Zinnia: Oh, if it's business, why don't you have it sent to the office? Harry: Because the cops may be watching the office. Matilda: The cops are watching the house. Harry: What? Matilda: They're parked outside right now. Zinnia: You are such an ignoramus! Those are speedboat salesmen! Really nice guys. Harry: [looks outside] Speedboats? There are no lakes around here. Zinnia: Yeah, but some people like to go away on the weekends. Some people have fun! Matilda: And some people are cops. Harry: They

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Narrator: 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. Lavender: A frog, a frog, a frog! Matilda: What is it, Lavender? Lavender: A frog! Lavender: It's a salamander. Hortensia: It's a chameleon. Matilda: It's a newt. [reading from a book] "Any of the small semi-aquatic salamanders from the genus Triturus". Bruce: [also reading] "Some are brightly colored and secrete irritating substances." Trunchbull: 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! Matilda: Chokey? Trunchbull: Teach you a lesson! Matilda: What lesson? Trunchbull: You and your father think you can make a fool out of me! Matilda: My father? Trunchbull: The guy with the stupid haircut! Matilda: I'm nothing like my father. Trunchbull: You

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Miss Honey: You all go outside, then I'll come out and help fill the birdfeeder. Okay? I'll be out there in a minute. Matilda: Miss Honey, I did it. Miss Honey: Did what? Matilda: I made the glass tip over. Miss Honey: Oh, sweetheart. Don't let Miss Trunchbull make you feel that way. Nobody did it. It was an accident. Matilda: I did it with my eyes. Watch. I'll prove it to you. Miss Honey: It's wonderful you feel so powerful. Many people don't feel powerful at all. Matilda: Come on, glass. Tip over! Miss Honey: It's all right, Matilda. Matilda: I really did it, Miss Honey. 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… Matilda: This isn't like that. I don't know. Maybe I made myself tired. Miss Honey: Matilda, would you like to come over to my house this afternoon? Matilda: I'd like that very much, Miss Honey. Miss Honey: Good

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Miss Honey: That's where Ms. Trunchbull lives. Matilda: Why is there a swing? Miss Honey: A girl I know used to live in that house. [cut to a series of flashbacks] Her life was good and happy. When she was just 2 years old, her mother died. Her father was a doctor, and he needed someone to look after things at home. So he invited the mother's stepsister to come and live with him. But the girl's aunt was a mean person, who treated the girl very badly. Matilda: The Trunchbull. Miss Honey: Yes. And worst of all, when the girl was 5, her father died. Matilda: How did her father die? Miss Honey: The police decided he killed himself. Matilda: Why would he do such a thing? Miss Honey: No one knows. [cut back to present] The end is happier. She found a small cottage. She rented it from this lovely rhubarb farmer for just $50 a month, and she covered it in honeysuckle, and she planted hundreds of wildflowers, and she moved out of her wicked aunt's house, and she finally got her freedom. Matilda

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Matilda: There she is! Shot put. Miss Honey: Hammerthrow. Both: Javelin. Cat: Meow, meow. Trunchbull: Woof! Cat: Meow, meow, meow. Trunchbull: [while shaking keyring] Back, back, back. Back! Back from me. Matilda: She's afraid of a cat? Miss Honey: Black cats. She's very superstitious. Trunchbull: Go! Rrr rrr rrr rrr! Grrrrr! Meow! [Trunchbull kicks the cat, and it scampers away] Cat: Meow! Meow!!!! Matilda: Poor kitty!l. Miss Honey: Oh, he's all right. Matilda: Hopefully. [Trunchbull drives the car] Let's go get your treasures. Miss Honey: No, Matilda. Matilda: Well, she's gone. Come on! Miss Honey: Matilda! Matilda: Miss Honey! Trunchbull: Come on. Move, you piece of junkyard fodder. Uh, shift, you-- No, no. Oof, ooh, ah! Miss Honey: Woah. My house… Oh my! My father's portrait used to hang there. Matilda: Whoever painted the Trunchbull must have had a strong stomach. A really strong stomach! Trunchbull: [yelling at she turns the car backwards] Back! Ooh, ooh, back! Back! Yeah! [start

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Trunchbull: Uh, you! Uh... Uh! You! Uh... Crush the little weevil! Miss Honey: This is my room. That's my dad. Matilda: What's his name? Miss Honey: Magnus. I used to call him "King Magnus", and he called me "Bumblebee". Matilda: I don't think Magnus killed himself. Miss Honey: Neither do I. Matilda: Is that Liccy doll? Trunchbull: [on phone] WORMWOOD!!!!!! [Matilda and Miss Honey gasp] You useless used-car salesman scum! I want you around here now with another car! Yes. I know what 'caveat emptor' means, you low-life liar! I'm gonna sue you, I'm gonna burn down your showroom, and I'm gonna take that no-good jalopy and SHOVE IT UP YOUR BAZOOKA! When I'm finished with you, you're gonna look like roadkill! You what…? Haha! You... Miss Honey: Come on. Matilda: Shouldn't we hide or something? Miss Honey: Yeah, yeah, yeah. Go, go to the end of that hallway, down the stairs, and out the kitchen door. I'll distract her. Trunchbull: Who's in my house?! Hmph! Come on, fight like a man! Miss Hon

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Zinnia: So, he came home with 2,000 dollars cash, and he threw it up in the air, and we both swam in it like we were both on the "Million Dollar Sticky". Do you like that show? FBI Agent Bill: I love that show. Zinnia: That was the old days. Now we've got money in banks all over this planet, and does he give me a dime? Zinnia: Matilda, this is Bob and Bill. Matilda: They're cops. Zinnia: They're not cops, they're Ace powerboat salesmen. Harry: [entering] Baby-cakes, I'm starved. Zinnia: Hi, Harry. Harry: [sees the agents and looks appalled] Who are you? What is this, a hot tub party? Get the hell out of here! I slave all day, I come home, you're entertaining a couple of surfer dude bodybuilders! Matilda: They're cops, dad. FBI Agent Bob: You interested in timeshare? Harry: Get out of here. Zinnia: You don't let me talk to people! I live in a cage, Harry! I need to talk to somebody besides those stupid kids! Harry: Oh, yeah?! Well, a man is entitled to come home and find dinner on the t

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Man on the Radio: That was my personal favorite played especially for all you little bitty pretty ones moving and grooving on this sunny afternoon. Playing music to make you smile, so you'd better not touch that! FBI Agent Bill: [in the garage searching for the stolen car parts] Shouldn't we have a search warrant to do this? FBI Agent Bob: Nah! This guy's dirty. Once we show this tape in court, Wormwood's goose is cooked. I'm sure that box is full of stolen car parts. [Matilda is using her powers to move the box as Bob moves the ladder to try and get the box] FBI Agent Bill: You've been taping all week. How about letting me handle that camera for awhile? FBI Agent Bob: Do you know how to use it? Do you know about the zoom and the white balance? Do you know how to adjust the eyepiece? FBI Agent Bill: I can handle it. Besides, it's my turn. FBI Agent Bob: Yeah. Your turn to drop it. FBI Agent Bill: I won't drop it. Come on. Matilda: You two men are going to be in a lot of trouble very so

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Narrator: 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. Matilda: [sitting on top of the Trunch’s garage roof using her powers to get the doll and 2 chocolates from the box] 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] Trunchbull: Leave me alone! Trunchbull: 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.] Matilda: Miss Honey! Miss Honey! You'll never believe what I got you. Miss Honey: Oh, Matilda. Matilda. Matilda: Oh. I also brought you this. I ate mine last night. [Gives Miss Honey her chocolate]

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Trunchbull: I will be teaching your class today. Narrator: In the time it took Miss Honey to get very, very nervous, Matilda had formulated a plan. Miss Honey: She is really raving mad. Matilda: What is it your father used to call you? Hummingbird? Miss Honey: Bumblebee. I'm sure she knows the doll's missing. Matilda: And he called her Trunchbull? Miss Honey: No. I suppose he called her Agatha. Yeah. Matilda: And she called him Magnus? Right? Miss Honey: Yeah. Yes. …Maybe I could go back to the house and put the doll back while she's still at school. Oh, no. I can't do that. Matilda: Calm down, Miss Honey. Really. It's going to be okay. I promise. Miss Honey: Sweetheart, you promised you wouldn't go back into that house again. Matilda: I didn't. I was on the garage roof. I did it with my powers. Miss Honey: Okay. On the garage roof With your powers. I need to think. Let's see. Powers? [Matilda is making the water pitcher levitate; Miss honey keeps pushing it down] Matilda: Mm. Hmm. I t

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Trunchbull: 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 Honey: Miss Trunchbull, I was the one who was at your house last night. I know that I-- Trunchbull: I broke your arm once before. I can do it again, Jenny. Miss Honey: I am not seven years old anymore, Aunt Trunchbull. Trunchbull: Shut your holes! You will be put away in a place where not even the crows can land their droppings on you. Students: Look! [A piece of chalk levitates, as Trunchbull turns around and sees the blinds opening and closing] The chalk! And the blinds! Students:

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Narrator: Miss Honey moved back into her father's house. Of course, Matilda was a frequent visitor. Miss Honey: Tea time. Matilda: Did you know that the heart of a mouse beats at the rate of 650 times a minute? Miss Honey: My…. Where did you learn that? Matilda: 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. Harry: Wait! Zinnia: 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! Miss Honey: I'd be happy to walk her home. Zinnia: Well, nobody'll be there. We're moving to Guam. Come on. Let's go. Miss Honey: Guam? Zinnia: Yeah. Daddy's not gonna be in the auto business anymore. Matilda: I don't want to leave! Zinnia: We're going on a permanent vacation. Harry: [from the Wormwood family's car's shotgun window] Yeah, and we've gotta beat the speedboat salesmen to the airport. Matilda: I love it here! I want to keep