Matilda: [after Matilda destroys the Wormwoods' TV with her powers] I didn't do it.
Harry Wormwood: Of course you didn't do it, you little twit.
Miss Honey: [looking at a portrait of her father] He'd call me bumblebee.
Jenny: Matilda, you promised me you wouldn't go back in that house again.
Matilda: I didn't, I was on the garage roof.
[whispering]
Matilda: I did it with my powers.
Harry Wormwood: Since you're an educator, I'll make you a deal.
Agatha Trunchbull: You'd better.
Harry Wormwood: Let's do business.
Agatha Trunchbull: [Jenny knocks on Ms. Trunchbull's door] Come in, come in, whoever you are.
[Jenny enters Ms. Trunchbull's office and almost get struck by a dart]
Agatha Trunchbull: [Talking about the cake] Smells chocolatey, eh? Now, eat it.
Bruce 'Little Brucey: I don't want any, thank you.
Agatha Trunchbull: EAT IT!
Trunchbull: You wanted cake, you got cake! Now EAT IT!
Matilda: We'll wait until she's gone, then we'll go get your doll.
Jenny: What?
Matilda: Just kidding.
Agatha Trunchbull: [wielding a hammer throw] Some rats are gonna die today.
Harry Wormwood: From now on, this family does *exactly* what I say, when exactly, when I say it!
[turns off his lamp]
Harry Wormwood: And right now, we are eating dinner and watching TV!
Michael: [throwing marshmallows as Matilda was grabbing the book that was thrown] Hey, Dip face. Have a marshmallow. Have another marshmallow, Dip face. Dip face!
[door closes]
Matilda, 4 Years: [talks to the woman librarian] Where are the children's books?
Million $ Sticky Host: Are you ready to get STICKY with MICKEY?
Trunchbull: [loses it, to Matilda] You... will be put away in a place where not even the crows can land their droppings on you!
Narrator: Sometimes Matilda longed for a friend, like the kind, courageous people in her books. It occurred to her that such talking dragons and princesses with hair long enough to climb... such people might *only* exist in story books. But she was about to discover she had a strength... a strength she wasn't even aware of.
[the Trunchbull's car, sold to her by Harry Wormwood, has broken down, forcing her to haul it all the way back to her house]
Agatha Trunchbull: [yells] Aaaargh! Crush that little weasel!
