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!