Sit! Shoo. I don't understand why children are so disgusting.
They're like insects. They should be got rid of. The perfect school is one in which there are no children. Do you agree, Miss Honey?
(pointing to one of the children with her horse whip) You! Front of the class! Next time I tell you to empty your pockets, do it faster! This could be the most interesting thing you've ever done.
Sit down, you squirming worm! Get up! Can you spell? You can spell "difficulty." You can't spell "difficulty"! She taught you with a poem? How sweet. What poem is that?
(talking back to herself) Mrs. D. Mrs. I.
Mrs. F. F. I.
Mrs. C. Mrs. U.
Mrs. L. T. Y.
Why are all these women married? (to Miss Honey) You teach spelling, not poetry!
Why do small children take so long to grow up? They do it deliberately, just to annoy me.
(she starts to drink from a glass - in the glass Matilda has magiced a newt) What's funny? Spit it out! I like a joke as well as the next fat person. … It's a snake!
One of you tried to poison me. Who? Matilda! I knew it.
What did you say? (mimicking) It's a newt. Miss Trunchbull. Stand up! You did this. Did you have accomplices? (mimicking again) I didn't do it!
You thought you'd pay me back? Well, I'll pay you back for this newt, you worm! I don’t care if you did it or not. I'm big and you're small, I'm right and you're wrong. There's nothing you can do about it. You're a liar and a scoundrel. Am I wrong?
I'm never wrong. In this classroom, in this school, I am God!