Once the girl playing Mrs. Trunchbull accidently said "You may bet your bi****s this headmistress." instead of "You may bet your britches, this headmistress" during a show. That was funny.
(MISS TRUNCHBULL) This school of late has started reeking - Quiet, maggots, when I'm speaking! - Reeking with a most disturbing scent... Only the finest nostrils smell it But I know it oh-too-well It is the odour of rebellion It's the bouquet of dissent! And you may bet your britches This headmistress Finds this foul odiferousness Wholly olfactorily insulting And so to stop the stench's spread I find a session of phys. ed Sorts the merely rank from the revolting The smell of rebellion comes out in the sweat And phys. ed. will get you sweating And it won't be long before I smell the pong Of aiding and abetting! A bit of phys. ed. will tell us who Has a head full of rebellious thoughts Hold! Hold! Just like a rotten egg floats To the top of a bucket of water [Chorus 1:] (One, two, three, four...) The smell of rebellion! The stench of revolt! The reek of insubordination! (I can't take it anymore! One, two, three, four...) The whiff of resistance! The pong of dissent! The funk of mutiny in action! (That's not right!) Before a weed becomes too big and greedy You really need to nip it in the bud POSITION TWO! Before the worm starts to turn You must scrape off the dirt And rip it from the mud! [Chorus 2:] (One, two, three, four...) x2 The whiff of insurgence! The stench of intent! The reek of pre-pubescent protest! (But that's not right!) (One, two, three, four...) x2 The funk of defiance! The odour of coup! The waft of anarchy in progress! (I can't take it anymore!) Once we've exercised these demons They shall be too pooped for dreaming! Some double-time discipline Should stop the rot from setting in! All right - let's step it up. Double-time! One, two, three, four! Discipline Discipline For children who aren't listening For midgets who are fidgeting Or whispering in history Their chattering and chittering Their nattering and twittering Is tempered with a smattering of Discipline We must begin insisting On rigidity and discipline Persistently resisting This anarchistic mischieving These minutes you are frittering On pandering and pitying While little ones like this They just want discipline The simpering and whimpering The dribbling and the spittling The 'Miss, I need a tissue' Is an issue we can fix There is no mystery to mastering The art of classroom mistressing It's discipline, discipline, discipline! [Chorus 3:] The smell of rebellion! The stench of revolt! The reek of pre-pubescent plotting! The whiff of resistance! The pong of dissent! The funk of moral fibre rotting! Imagine a world with no children Close your eyes and just dream Imagine. Come on - try it... The peace and the quiet... A babbling stream... Now imagine a woods with a cottage And inside that cottage we find A dwarf called Zeke, a carnival freak Who can fold paper hats with his mind And he says, "Don't let them steal your horses! No!" "Don't let them throw them away! No!" "If you find your way through," "They'll be waiting for you," "Singing 'neigh neigh'!" (CHILD, spoken) She's mad! (MISS TRUNCHBULL) Aha! And there, just like I said The stinking maggot rears his head Even the squittiest, pittiest mess Can harbour seeds of stinkiness Have you ever seen anything more repellent?! Have you ever smelled anything worse Than that smell of rebellion?! (MISS TRUNCHBULL, overlapping, foreground) The stench of revolt! The reek of insubordination! The whiff of resistance! The pong of dissent! (CHILDREN, overlapping, background) (x2) Discipline, discipline No more whispering Children need discipline Cut out their whimpering If you're mischeiving She'll sniff you out Without a doubt She's a snout in a million And I will not stop 'til you are squashed! 'Til this rebellion is quashed! 'Til glorious, sweaty discipline has washed This sickening scent... Away!
Matilda and Miss Honey say, But that’s not right And tommy and Amanda say It hurts Then horentsia and Eric say I can’t Then Alice and Nigel say But Miss And then Bruce says No More
"Sorts the merely rank from the revolting..."
Come on, can we all just appreciate the genius in this line!?
Not to mention "exercised/exorcised these demons"
Tim Minchin is a glorious human being.
Ok but i literally gasped when i heard this ''awaaaaaaay'' at the end
'Don't let them steal your horses.' That couple of line's are the best.
Villain songs are the best!
Definitely!!
QUIET MAGGOTS WHEN I’M SPEAKING!
Seeing this live was... AN EXPERIENCE
This sounds really different from the west end recording! Which is weird as Trunchbull is the same actor on both
Probably changed his accent to fit the other actors.
No it’s David Leonard on the London Recording
@@gmehaywood4010is it? Why does my cd say it’s Bertie carvel
@@Sprinkle_sprankle98 oh strange. Definitely sounds like how David did it. Bertie sounds so different in the Broadway recording.
Once the girl playing Mrs. Trunchbull accidently said "You may bet your bi****s this headmistress." instead of "You may bet your britches, this headmistress" during a show. That was funny.
Wait I thought that’s what she said °-°
Damn
(MISS TRUNCHBULL)
This school of late has started reeking -
Quiet, maggots, when I'm speaking! -
Reeking with a most disturbing scent...
Only the finest nostrils smell it
But I know it oh-too-well
It is the odour of rebellion
It's the bouquet of dissent!
And you may bet your britches
This headmistress
Finds this foul odiferousness
Wholly olfactorily insulting
And so to stop the stench's spread
I find a session of phys. ed
Sorts the merely rank from the revolting
The smell of rebellion comes out in the sweat
And phys. ed. will get you sweating
And it won't be long before I smell the pong
Of aiding and abetting!
A bit of phys. ed. will tell us who
Has a head full of rebellious thoughts
Hold! Hold!
Just like a rotten egg floats
To the top of a bucket of water
[Chorus 1:]
(One, two, three, four...)
The smell of rebellion!
The stench of revolt!
The reek of insubordination!
(I can't take it anymore! One, two, three, four...)
The whiff of resistance!
The pong of dissent!
The funk of mutiny in action!
(That's not right!)
Before a weed becomes too big and greedy
You really need to nip it in the bud
POSITION TWO!
Before the worm starts to turn
You must scrape off the dirt
And rip it from the mud!
[Chorus 2:]
(One, two, three, four...) x2
The whiff of insurgence!
The stench of intent!
The reek of pre-pubescent protest!
(But that's not right!)
(One, two, three, four...) x2
The funk of defiance!
The odour of coup!
The waft of anarchy in progress!
(I can't take it anymore!)
Once we've exercised these demons
They shall be too pooped for dreaming!
Some double-time discipline
Should stop the rot from setting in!
All right - let's step it up. Double-time!
One, two, three, four!
Discipline
Discipline
For children who aren't listening
For midgets who are fidgeting
Or whispering in history
Their chattering and chittering
Their nattering and twittering
Is tempered with a smattering of
Discipline
We must begin insisting
On rigidity and discipline
Persistently resisting
This anarchistic mischieving
These minutes you are frittering
On pandering and pitying
While little ones like this
They just want discipline
The simpering and whimpering
The dribbling and the spittling
The 'Miss, I need a tissue'
Is an issue we can fix
There is no mystery to mastering
The art of classroom mistressing
It's discipline, discipline, discipline!
[Chorus 3:]
The smell of rebellion!
The stench of revolt!
The reek of pre-pubescent plotting!
The whiff of resistance!
The pong of dissent!
The funk of moral fibre rotting!
Imagine a world with no children
Close your eyes and just dream
Imagine. Come on - try it...
The peace and the quiet...
A babbling stream...
Now imagine a woods with a cottage
And inside that cottage we find
A dwarf called Zeke, a carnival freak
Who can fold paper hats with his mind
And he says, "Don't let them steal your horses! No!"
"Don't let them throw them away! No!"
"If you find your way through,"
"They'll be waiting for you,"
"Singing 'neigh neigh'!"
(CHILD, spoken)
She's mad!
(MISS TRUNCHBULL)
Aha! And there, just like I said
The stinking maggot rears his head
Even the squittiest, pittiest mess
Can harbour seeds of stinkiness
Have you ever seen anything more repellent?!
Have you ever smelled anything worse
Than that smell of rebellion?!
(MISS TRUNCHBULL, overlapping, foreground)
The stench of revolt!
The reek of insubordination!
The whiff of resistance!
The pong of dissent!
(CHILDREN, overlapping, background) (x2)
Discipline, discipline
No more whispering
Children need discipline
Cut out their whimpering
If you're mischeiving
She'll sniff you out
Without a doubt
She's a snout in a million
And I will not stop 'til you are squashed!
'Til this rebellion is quashed!
'Til glorious, sweaty discipline has washed
This sickening scent...
Away!
Braydon Hoggatt rocked it last night as Trunchbull
Omg 3:55 haha 😂
Bertie CARVEL Miss Trunchbull Lauren Ward Miss Honey Original Broadway Cast
Hello! :D I love Matilda´s Musical ... What does the children say at 1:48?
the first part is "you can't smell ..........." I can't tell the rest though
The Queen Of Slytherin I think it is "you can't smell right" or something starting with an r.
It is 'That's not right!'
Matilda and Miss Honey say, But that’s not right
And tommy and Amanda say It hurts
Then horentsia and Eric say I can’t
Then Alice and Nigel say But Miss
And then Bruce says No More
Can't take it anymore
this is a man!!!!
Do u wanna live on a potato farm??
yes
Yass
OMG 4:09???
Anyone else learning the LITERAL RAP in ONE BREATH????
lol yess! I play miss trunchbull and I really wanna try to get it in one breath 😂