Transcript (en)

Miss Honey! Miss Trunchville teaches our class today, Lavender. Please get a water pitcher. Go, Miss Honey! No, please, she'll be here any second. Come on. Make sure the water's cold, Lavender. Hurry. Honey, cover the fish. Put away the art projects. Put away anything colorful. Oh, Charlie, won't you get those crayons for me? Most great ideas come from hard work and careful planning. Of course, once in a while, they just jump out at you. Raina, Raina, cover the birds and the beetles. Hurry, hurry, I hear her coming. Okay, now, last time, some of you forgot yourselves. Don't speak unless you're spoken to. Don't laugh, don't smile, don't even breathe loudly. Don't breathe at all. Morning, Miss Trunchbull. Morning, Miss Trunchbull. Sit. Shoo. I have never been able to understand why small children are so disgusting They the bane of my life They like insects They should be got rid of as early as possible My idea of a perfect school is one in which there are no children at all. Do you agree, Miss Honey? Now, you, front of the class. Are you okay? Next time I tell you to empty your pockets, you'll do it faster, won't you? Excuse me, Mr. Hull. Miss Honey, this could be the most interesting thing you've ever done. Sit down, you squirming worm of vomit. Thank you, Miss Trunchbull. Get up!