Gomez:
We danced the Mamushka while Nero fiddled, we danced the Mamushka at Waterloo. We danced the Mamushka for Jack the Ripper, and now, Fester Addams, this Mamushka is for you.
[Wednesday is hooking up an electric chair]
Wednesday:
Pugsley, sit in the chair.
Pugsley:
Why?
Wednesday:
Because we're going to play a game.
Pugsley:
What game?
Wednesday:
[strapping him in] It's called, "Is There a God?"
Pugsley:
Are they dead?
Wednesday:
Does it matter?
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:
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?
Gomez:
That's the spirit, Thing! Lend a hand!
[Watching Pugsley sleep]
Morticia:
He looks so sweet. Looks just like a little entree.
Morticia:
Children, what are you doing?
Wednesday:
I'm going to electrocute him.
Morticia:
But we're late for the charity auction.
Wednesday:
But, Mother...
Morticia:
I said no.
Pugsley:
Pleeaaaase?
Morticia:
Oh, all right.
Morticia:
Thing, you're a handful.
Morticia:
Don't torture yourself, Gomez. That's my job.
Wednesday:
Please pass the salt.
Morticia:
And what do we say?
Wednesday:
NOW.
Morticia:
Wednesday, play with your food!
Gomez:
How long has it been since we waltzed?
Morticia:
Oh, Gomez... hours.
Gomez:
They say that a man who represents himself in court has a fool for a client. And with God as my witness, I am that fool!
Gomez:
2, 10, 11. Eyes, fingers, toes!
Morticia:
Gomez, last night - you were unhinged. You were like some desperate, howling demon. You frightened me. - Do it again!
Dr. Pinderschloss:
The human spirit, it is a very difficult thing to kill.
Grandmama:
Even with a chain saw!
Dr. Pinderschloss:
Love/hate, hate/love. Like for mama, no?
Gomez:
I did not hate my mother. It was an accident!
[as they examine a rare and valueable heirloom Morticia is about to donate to charity]
Grandmama:
Let's keep it!
Morticia:
Hush, mama! It's for charity! Widows and orphans. We need more of them.
[Looking for something in a closet]
Morticia:
Uncle Nick-Nack's winter wardrobe. Uncle Nick-Nack's summer wardrobe. Uncle Nick-Nack.
Morticia:
Margaret, about the séance tonight, I wish you'd come. It's Gomez. I'm terribly worried about him. He won't eat, he can't sleep, he keeps coughing up blood.
Margaret:
He coughs up blood?
Morticia:
Well, not like he used to.
Wednesday:
I'm a homicidal maniac, they look just like everyone else.
Margaret:
Everyone keeps asking where he got his costume.
Gomez:
It is a wonderful hat.
Grandmama:
Dinner's gonna be late.
[goes outside]
Grandmama:
Here, boy! Here, boy!
Sally Jessy Raphael:
So, you say your son was kidnapped by voodoo witch doctors? Let's take a call.
Gomez:
Hello, Sally?
Sally Jessy Raphael:
Mr. Addams, please stop calling! We do not know where they meet!
Morticia:
Gomez, let's go for a drive. The whole family.
Gomez:
A drive? And miss Gilligan?
Uncle Fester:
Haven't you ever slaughtered anyone before?
Wednesday:
He's only a child.
Uncle Fester:
That's no excuse. Aim for a major artery. The jugular.
Gomez:
[watching home movies] You remember that fateful night?
Uncle Fester:
Um... Your first cigar!
Gomez:
What? Come on, Old Man, I've smoked since I was 5. Mother insisted.
Margaret:
This is always so embarrassing. Why did I marry you?
Tully Alfford:
Because I said yes.
Judge:
[after a golf ball is hit through his window] Damn you, Addams!
Gomez:
Sorry about the window, Judge. Keep the ball, I have a whole bucket full.
Judge:
You moron!
[Pugsley is strapped to a pole, mumbling urgently around an apple in his mouth]
Wednesday:
Don't be a baby. I know what I'm doing.
[She levels a crossbow]
Grandmama:
[steps inside] Dinner's gonna be late.
[heads outside]
Grandmama:
Here, Kitty, Kitty, Kitty!