The distant the shotput goes depends upon the efforts you put into it! IT'S A SNAKE! IT'S A SNAKE! Are you a pig, Amanda? Trunchbull: You'll chop those off before school tomorrow or i will come and... (But) But! (I don't...) Trunchbull: Did you say but? I'LL GIVE YOU BUT! And for the good of those putrescent little children! A poem, how sweet. What poem would that be? WHY ARE ALL THESE WOMEN MARRIED?! A carbuncle, a pustule of putrescent ooze... Change those socks, too pink. For this newt, you pissworm! You're too small. Grow up...QUICKER!