Addams Family There It Is Just What We've Been Searching for

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Daughter Lookout man: Is this made from real lemons?

Midweek: Yep.

Girl Picket: I merely like all-natural foods and beverages, organically grown, with no preservatives. Are you certain they're real lemons?

Pugsley: Aye.

Girl Scout: Well, I'll tell you lot what. I'll purchase a cup if yous buy a box of my succulent Daughter Sentinel cookies. Practise we have a deal?

Midweek: Are they made from real Daughter Scouts?

Wednesday: I'grand a homicidal bedlamite, they look only similar everyone else.

[Wednesday is hooking up an electric chair]

Wednesday: Pugsley, sit in the chair.

Pugsley: Why?

Midweek: So we can play a game.

Pugsley: What game?

Wednesday: [strapping him in] Information technology's called, "Is There a God?"

Gomez: [virtually Morticia] I would die for her. I would kill for her. Either way, what elation.

Morticia: And our credo: "Sic gorgiamus allos subjectatos nunc." "Nosotros gladly feast on those who would subdue us." Not just pretty words.

Gomez: How long has it been since nosotros've waltzed?

Morticia: Oh, Gomez... hours.

Morticia: Don't torture yourself, Gomez. That's my job.

Morticia: When we outset met years ago, it was an evening much similar this. Magic in the air. A male child.

Gomez: A daughter.

Morticia: An open up grave. It was my first funeral.

Gomez: You were so beautiful. Pale and mysterious. No 1 even looked at the corpse.

Gomez: To live without you, but that would be torture.

Morticia: A day solitary, only that would be death.

[Looking for something in a wardrobe]

Morticia: "Uncle Niknak's winter wardrobe." "Uncle Niknak's summer wardrobe." "Uncle Niknak."

Gomez: We danced the Mamushka while Nero fiddled, we danced the Mamushka at Waterloo. Nosotros danced the Mamushka for Jack the Ripper, and now, Fester Addams, this Mamushka is for you.

Gomez: Wait at her. I would die for her. I would kill for her. Either way, what bliss.

Gomez: [Morticia wakes upwards] Unhappy, darling?

Morticia: Oh, yep. Yes completely.

[Gomez sits]

Morticia: Gomez... Sun. Il me perce comme un poignard.

Gomez: Oh, Tish. That's French.

Morticia: Oui.

Gomez: Cara mia.

[kisses Morticia's manus]

Gomez: En garde, Monsieur Soleil!

Morticia: Gomez...

Gomez: Querida?

Morticia: Last nighttime, you were unhinged. You were like some drastic howling demon. You frightened me. Practise it once again.

Wednesday: Nobody gets out of the Bermuda Triangle, not fifty-fifty for a holiday. Everyone knows that.

Dr. Pinderschloss: Oh, my little bundle. So much you lot don't understand. The man spirit, it is a hard thing to kill.

Grandmama: Fifty-fifty with a chainsaw.

Morticia: Margaret?

Margaret: Hmm?

Morticia: About the séance this evening, I wish you'd come. Information technology'south Gomez I'thou terribly worried almost. He won't eat, he can't sleep, he keeps coughing upwardly blood.

Margaret: He coughs up blood?

Morticia: Well, not like he used to...

Guess: [at the auction] This magnificent slice is encrusted with rubies and 15 emerald fries. It was donated by Morticia and Gomez... Addams. Remember, this year, over half our gain will benefit the elderly and the mentally disabled.

[Gomez and Morticia look fondly at Grandmama]

Judge: I'll open up the behest at $5000

Gomez: Five, hah! Non skilful enough. $25,000!

Margaret: [frantic] What are they *doing*?

Judge: I accept twenty.

Gomez: Twenty-v!

[to Morticia]

Gomez: Cara mia?

Judge: Twenty-five.

Morticia: 30.

[to Gomez]

Morticia: Mon sauvage.

Gomez: [voice cracks] Xxx-five!

[to Morticia]

Gomez: Eres divina.

Morticia: Mm, fifty!

Judge: I have $50,000.

Morticia: [to Gomez] Your turn, my ecstasy.

Gauge: Fifty k going once, fifty chiliad going twice. Sold to Morticia Addams for l... thousand... dollars.

[looks disgusted equally Gomez and Morticia do something obscene]

Margaret: [Questioning the absenteeism of a Halloween costume] What are you, darling? Where's your costume?

Midweek: This is my costume. I'g a homicidal maniac. They look but like everybody else.

Sally Jessy Raphael: And so, you claim that your son was brainwashed past voodoo witch doctors and forced to recruit others? Let's take a call.

Gomez: Hello, Sally?

Sally Jessy Raphael: Mr. Addams, *please* finish calling! We exercise not know where they come across!

[performing abridged "Hamlet" in school play; sword fighting]

Wed: How all occasions do inform confronting me and spur my tiresome revenge. O, from this time forth, my thoughts be encarmine or nothing worth. If I must strike yous dead, I will.

Pugsley: [slashes Wednesday's left wrist; blood sprays out] A hitting! A very palpable hit!

[Wednesday cuts of Pugsley's arm, Pugsley slashes her pharynx; in that location is lots of claret spraying everywhere, getting the forepart rows]

Wednesday: O, Proud Death. What feast is toward in thine eternal jail cell?

[drops both swords and falls to her knees]

Midweek: Sweet Oblivion, open your arms!

[choking and gasping for breath, collapses, and dies]

Wednesday: [the audience sits balked in stunned silence, covered with blood while the Addams give a standing ovation]

Gomez: Bravo!

Morticia: Bravo!

Gomez: Bravo! Bravo!

Gomez: [watching home movies] Recall that fateful night?

Uncle Fester: Of form... Your offset cigar!

Gomez: What? Come up on, Old Man, I've smoked since I was five. Mother insisted.

[examining a rare, valuable heirloom Morticia is about to donate to charity]

Grandmama: Permit's go on information technology!

Morticia: Hush, Mama! It's for charity! Widows and orphans. We demand more of them.

Gomez: [to his family unit] They say a man who represents himself has a fool for a client. Well, with God every bit my witness, I am that fool!

Judge: [after a golf ball is hit through his window] Damn you, Addams!

Gomez: Distressing about the window, Judge. Keep the ball, I have a whole bucket full.

Gauge: You moron!

Gomez: [as he helps Morticia out of a trap] Leather straps, ruby-hot pokers!

Morticia: Later, my dearest.

[Gordon, Craven and Tully go along trying to open the Addams Family unit Vault. For the umpteenth time, the firm's booby traps dump them exterior the house]

Abigail Craven: You are doing this on purpose!

Uncle Fester: [sarcastic] That'south correct, Female parent, isn't this fun!

Tully Alfford: I'll race you back.

[Pugsley is strapped in the electric chair]

Wed: [Cranking the switches] It has to warm up.

Pugsley: Why?

Wednesday: So it tin can kill you.

Pugsley: I knew that.

Margaret: You are too precious for words, why, I could just... eat you alive!

Morticia: Oh no, Margaret! Likewise immature!

Gomez: Call up of information technology, Matter. For 25 years we've attempted to contact Fester in the smashing beyond, and for 25 years, nothing. I'm outset to think my brother truly is lost.

Morticia: [to Thing] Thing, yous're a handful.

Dr. Pinderschloss: Dearest/hate, hate/dear. Like for Mama, no?

Gomez: Just I didn't detest my mother. It was an accident!

[to Pugsley, who is tied up, mumbling urgently around an apple in his oral cavity]

Wednesday: Don't be a baby. I know what I'm doing.

[she levels a crossbow]

Morticia: [to Tully, every bit he is torturing her] You lot've washed this before.

Gomez: [as they search for Wednesday] Fan out. Pugsley, caput for the dung heap. Mama and Morticia, the shallow graves. I'll take the abyss. Lurch, cheque out the bottomless pit. Fester?

Uncle Fester: [from a window] Up here!

Gomez: [shouting upwards to him] Fester, you lot accept the ravine, and the unmarked, abandoned well!

Uncle Fester: Somebody should stay behind in case she comes back.

Gomez: Good human being. Proficient thinking!

Grandmama: So who'll take the swamp?

Gomez: [Thing taps Gomez's shoe] That's the spirit, Affair. Lend a hand. Let's go!

Margaret: Anybody keeps asking where he bought his costume.

Gomez: It is a wonderful hat.

Grandmama: [to the family unit] Dinner'south gonna be late.

[goes exterior]

Grandmama: Here, male child! Here, boy!

Gomez: [after landing on a dock] Smell that air, Fester! Like a tomb.

Dr. Pinderschloss: [after the party in Fester'due south honour] Gordon, I don't understand this. Let me get this articulate. Have you been having a good time?

Uncle Fester: [jubilant] Yes, I take! Information technology was marvelous. I sang up a tempest! And I danced 'till I dropped! The Mamushka!

Dr. Pinderschloss: Keep the volume airtight, Gordon. Heed to Mother!

Uncle Fester: I'll never listen to you, never, always again!

Dr. Pinderschloss: I had to exist strict with you because I cared! Put it down!

Uncle Fester: Yous never really loved me!

Gomez: Fester, this way!

Dr. Pinderschloss: Stop whining, you lot little good-for-nothing! Exist a man!

Uncle Fester: You lot were a terrible mother! At that place! I said it!

[Fester opens the book, and a hurricane is unleashed inside the house, causing Tully and Dr. Pinderschloss to launch out the window]

Gomez: [to Fester] Aha! Showtime!

Gomez: [to Fester] 2, ten, 11. Eyes, fingers, toes!

[Thing is gesturing wildly]

Gomez: Mor... Morticia... Morticia? Morticia what? Slow downwardly! Information technology's terrible when you stutter!

[Thing gropes around, finds a pen, and starts to write, just information technology'south out of ink. Groping around again, Thing overturns a bowl of cereal, grabs the spoon, and starts tapping in Morse Code]

Gomez: Morticia... in... danger... stop. Send... aid... at once... Finish!

[Gomez stands and runs out. Affair collapses]

[to Gomez, watching Pugsley sleep]

Morticia: It'due south so sugariness. He looks simply like a petty entrée.

Gomez: [to Morticia] You bewitched me. I proposed that very dark.

Gomez: [to Fester] Expert evidence, onetime man.

Gomez: [Playing with the railroad train gear up, ranting well-nigh Fester's finger-trap] "How practice you lot take information technology off?" That's absurd! That finger-trap was a party favor at his tenth birthday!

Morticia: [In the room below, Morticia is reading a bedtime story to Midweek and Pugsley. She looks upward at the dissonance] Oh, no.

Pugsley: Father's playing with his trains.

Gomez: He wore that finger-trap for ii years! Female parent had to teach him to eat with his anxiety! And the combination! AND the password! And my cigar! And he slept so well!

[Affair bangs his fist as Gomez speeds up the trains]

Pugsley: He'southward using the diesel fuel!

Wednesday: [Looking horrified, as the train approaches a span] The covered span!

Morticia: [Horrified, as the train runs through a ravine] Dead Human's Curve!

[Grandmama looks up exasperatedly and so continues read Gray's Anatomy. Lurch looks up equally he darns his socks. A man on the train looks up as Gomez laughs maniacally]

Midweek: It's all near Uncle Fester, isn't it?

Morticia: [Looks up equally Fester passes through a pipe. Her optics narrow]

[every bit the trains approach each other]

Gomez: Spirits above me... Requite me a sign! Shall I exist joyous? Or shall I be damned?

[Trains collide and explode in front of Gomez's face]

Gomez: [he has thrown a sword and pierced the wall not two inches from Tully's head] Ah, missed!

Morticia: Gomez, why don't we get for a drive? The whole family.

Gomez: A drive? And miss Gilligan?

Morticia: Why don't you lot speak to Fester, darling? He's correct exterior the door.

Gomez: I would speak with Fester if that *were* Fester. Only that is *not*! That is an *impostor*! An IMPOSTORE!

Morticia: [to Affair] There information technology is. But what we've been searching for. Thank you, Affair.

Morticia: [to Wed and Pugsley at the séance] Children, we're starting. Put down that antenna.

Morticia: [to Pugsley and Wednesday] Expressionless Homo's Curve.

Halloween Children: Trick or...

[they see Lurch and scream]

Gomez: [sees Flora and Fauna] I'one thousand blinded past such beauty.

Uncle Fester: [being atoning to his "mother"] Information technology was just a party. Information technology's over. It means null. The Siamese twins, the hunchback, Cousin Itt, they're not *y'all*.

Morticia: [to Flora and Fauna] Flora, Fauna, how can I compete? You lot're twice the woman I am.

Abigail Chicken: They're not your family, I am. They don't dear you, I do. They're evil, and corrupt, and degraded. I can give you that!

[repeated line]

Lurch: Uh-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-uh!

Gomez: [to Therapist] I didn't hate my female parent. It was an accident!

[Fester, who sits with his "mother" for a bowl of soup and sandwiches at the mansion, is depressed that he just lost his family as the result of Tully's actions]

Dr. Pinderschloss: After dejeuner, we'll effort once more.

Uncle Fester: [in a very flat tone, as he digs in his soup] Yes female parent.

Dr. Pinderschloss: [innocently] We'll find the money. And meanwhile, we take this little nest, tranquillity and cozy without that dreadful family.

Uncle Fester: [again in a very apartment tone] Yeah mother.

Uncle Fester: [kicks the door, barging in the bedroom with Dr. Pinder, continually singing the Mamushka song] Hey! Hey! Hey!

Dr. Pinderschloss: [Fester grabs her hand, but the doctor lets become and begs him to stop] Gordon? Terminate! Stop it, this instant! Is that lipstick all over your face?

Uncle Fester: From the twins! The beautiest, and adoring twins!

Dr. Pinderschloss: The twins? Gordon, I don't sympathise simply let me get this clear, have you been having a good time?

Uncle Fester: [happily] Yes! I accept! It was marvelous! I sang up a storm and danced until I dropped! Mamushka! And a hey, and a hey, and a hey, and a hey

[kicks the door, then stops doing the trip the light fantastic]

Uncle Fester: Female parent?

Dr. Pinderschloss: Mother. Female parent? Who'southward that? I don't think I think.

Uncle Fester: Mother, please.

Dr. Pinderschloss: I'm only fine. I'one thousand dandy. Don't business yourself about me, Gordon. Please, return to your depraved orgy. Sometimes I think you're not fifty-fifty my son.

Uncle Fester: [sadly] Don't say that!

Dr. Pinderschloss: I'1000 just your mother. Y'all only owe me your entire existence on this planet. Please, Gordon, by all means, go sing, dance, date!

Uncle Fester: Oh Mother... .I'm so terribly sorry. It was just a party. It'southward over. Information technology ways nothing. The Siamese Twins, the Hunchback, Cousin Itt, they're not you.

Dr. Pinderschloss: [puts her hands asie Gordon's caput] Say information technology, Gordon, make me believe information technology.

Uncle Fester: I love you lot, and I want coin!

Dr. Pinderschloss: [Fester falls downwardly off the bed] We've got to find Tully.

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