Sally Jessy Raphael: So, you claim that your son was brainwashed by voodoo witch doctors and forced to recruit others? Let's take a call. Gomez: Hello, Sally? Sally Jessy Raphael: Mr. Addams, *please* stop calling! We do not know where they meet!
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Wednesday: I'm a homicidal maniac, they look just like everyone else.
Gomez: I would die for her. I would kill for her. Either way, what bliss.
Morticia: And our credo: "Sic gorgiamus allos subjectatos nunc." "We gladly feast on those who would subdue us." Not just pretty words.
Morticia: Don't torture yourself, Gomez. That's my job.
Morticia: "Uncle Niknak's winter wardrobe." "Uncle Niknak's summer wardrobe." "Uncle Niknak."
Gomez: They say a man who represents himself has a fool for a client. Well, with God as my witness, I am that fool!
Wednesday: Don't be a baby. I know what I'm doing.
Gomez: Two, ten, eleven. Eyes, fingers, toes!
Morticia: It's so sweet. He looks just like a little entrée.
Gomez: Smell that air, Fester! Like a tomb.
Gomez: You bewitched me. I proposed that very night.
Morticia: Children, we're starting. Put down that antenna.
Morticia: Flora, Fauna, how can I compete? You're twice the woman I am.
Uncle Fester: It was just a party. It's over. It means nothing. The Siamese twins, the hunchback, Cousin Itt, they're not *you*.
Morticia: There it is. Just what we've been searching for. Thank you, Thing.
Abigail Craven: They're not your family, I am. They don't love you, I do. They're evil, and corrupt, and degraded. I can give you that!
Gomez: I didn't hate my mother. It was an accident!
Wednesday: I'm a homicidal maniac, they look just like everyone else.
Gomez: I would die for her. I would kill for her. Either way, what bliss.
Morticia: And our credo: "Sic gorgiamus allos subjectatos nunc." "We gladly feast on those who would subdue us." Not just pretty words.
Morticia: Don't torture yourself, Gomez. That's my job.
Morticia: Thing, you're a handful.
Morticia: You've done this before.
Gomez: Two, ten, eleven. Eyes, fingers, toes!
Morticia: It's so sweet. He looks just like a little entrée.
Gomez: Smell that air, Fester! Like a tomb.
Gomez: I would die for her. I would kill for her. Either way, what bliss.
Morticia: "Uncle Niknak's winter wardrobe." "Uncle Niknak's summer wardrobe." "Uncle Niknak."
Wednesday: Don't be a baby. I know what I'm doing.
Gomez: They say a man who represents himself has a fool for a client. Well, with God as my witness, I am that fool!
Gomez: Two, ten, eleven. Eyes, fingers, toes!
Morticia: It's so sweet. He looks just like a little entrée.
Gomez: Smell that air, Fester! Like a tomb.
Girl Scout: Is this made from real lemons? Wednesday: Yes. Girl Scout: I only like all-natural foods and beverages, organically grown, with no preservatives. Are you sure they're real lemons? Pugsley: Yes. Girl Scout: Well, I'll tell you what. I'll buy a cup if you buy a box of my delicious Girl Scout cookies. Do we have a deal? Wednesday: Are they made from real Girl Scouts?
Wednesday: Pugsley, sit in the chair. Pugsley: Why? Wednesday: So we can play a game. Pugsley: What game? Wednesday: It's called, "Is There a God?"
Morticia: Have you spoken to her parents? Susan Firkins, Wednesday's Teacher: Well, Wednesday brought in this picture: Calpurnia Addams. Morticia: Wednesday's great-aunt Calpurnia. She was burned as a witch in 1706. They said she danced naked in the town square and enslaved the minister. Susan Firkins, Wednesday's Teacher: Really? Morticia: Oh, yes. But don't worry. We've told Wednesday college first.
Gomez: To live without you, only that would be torture. Morticia: A day alone, only that would be death.
Morticia: When we first met years ago, it was an evening much like this. Magic in the air. A boy. Gomez: A girl. Morticia: An open grave. It was my first funeral. Gomez: You were so beautiful. Pale and mysterious. No one even looked at the corpse.
Margaret: What are you, darling? Where's your costume? Wednesday: This is my costume. I'm a homicidal maniac. They look just like everybody else.
Judge: This magnificent piece is encrusted with rubies and 15 emerald chips. It was donated by Morticia and Gomez... Addams. Remember, this year, over half our proceeds will benefit the elderly and the mentally disabled. Judge: I'll open the bidding at $5000 Gomez: Five, hah! Not good enough. $25,000! Margaret: What are they *doing*? Judge: I have twenty. Gomez: Twenty-five! Gomez: Cara mia? Judge: Twenty-five. Morticia: Thirty. Morticia: Mon sauvage. Gomez: Thirty-five! Gomez: Eres divina. Morticia: Mm, fifty! Judge: I have $50,000. Morticia: Your turn, my ecstasy. Judge: Fifty thousand going once, fifty thousand going twice. Sold to Morticia Addams for fifty... thousand... dollars.
Sally Jessy Raphael: So, you claim that your son was brainwashed by voodoo witch doctors and forced to recruit others? Let's take a call. Gomez: Hello, Sally? Sally Jessy Raphael: Mr. Addams, *please* stop calling! We do not know where they meet!
Gomez: Remember that fateful night? Uncle Fester: Of course... Your first cigar! Gomez: What? Come on, Old Man, I've smoked since I was five. Mother insisted.
Grandmama: Let's keep it! Morticia: Hush, Mama! It's for charity! Widows and orphans. We need more of them.
Uncle Fester: Haven't you ever slaughtered anyone? Wednesday: He's only a child. Uncle Fester: No excuse! Aim for a major artery. The jugular.
Dr. Pinderschloss: Love/hate, hate/love. Like for Mama, no? Gomez: But I didn't hate my mother. It was an accident!
Gomez: Fan out. Pugsley, head for the dung heap. Mama and Morticia, the shallow graves. I'll take the abyss. Lurch, check out the bottomless pit. Fester? Uncle Fester: Up here! Gomez: Fester, you take the ravine, and the unmarked, abandoned well! Uncle Fester: Somebody should stay behind in case she comes back. Gomez: Good man. Good thinking! Grandmama: Then who'll take the swamp? Gomez: That's the spirit, Thing. Lend a hand. Let's go!
Dr. Pinderschloss: Gordon, I don't understand this. Let me get this clear. Have you been having a good time? Uncle Fester: Yes, I have! It was marvelous. I sang up a storm! And I danced 'till I dropped! The Mamushka!
Gomez: "How do you take it off?" That's absurd! That finger-trap was a party favor at his 10th birthday! Morticia: Oh, no. Pugsley: Father's playing with his trains. Gomez: He wore that finger-trap for two years! Mother had to teach him to eat with his feet! And the combination! AND the password! And my cigar! And he slept so well! Pugsley: He's using the diesel! Wednesday: The covered bridge! Morticia: Dead Man's Curve! Wednesday: It's all about Uncle Fester, isn't it? Morticia: Gomez: Spirits above me... Give me a sign! Shall I be joyous? Or shall I be damned?
Abigail Craven: Love/hate, hate/love. Like for Mama, no? Gomez: But I didn't hate my mother. It was an accident!
Abigail Craven: Gordon, I don't understand this. Let me get this clear. Have you been having a good time? Uncle Fester: Yes, I have! It was marvelous. I sang up a storm! And I danced 'till I dropped! The Mamushka!
