The Addams Family Quotes

[Wednesday is hooking up an electric chair]

Wednesday: Pugsley, sit in the chair.

Pugsley: Why?

Wednesday: So we can play a game.

Pugsley: What game?

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

[about to bury two people]

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: 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?

Gomez: [as they search for Wednesday] 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: [from a window] Up here!

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

[to Gomez, watching Pugsley sleep]

Morticia: It's so sweet. He looks just like a little entrée.

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.

Wednesday: May I have the salt?

Morticia: What do we say?

Wednesday: [sternly] Now.

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

Morticia: Oh, Gomez... hours.

Wednesday: Nobody gets out of the Bermuda Triangle, not even for a vacation. Everyone knows that.

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

Grandmama: Even with a chainsaw.

Dr. Pinderschloss: Love/hate, hate/love. Like for Mama, no?

Gomez: But I didn't hate my mother. It was an accident!

[examining a rare, valuable 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 wardrobe]

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

Morticia: Margaret?

Margaret: Hmm?

Morticia: About the séance tonight, I wish you'd come. It's Gomez I'm terribly worried about. 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...

Margaret: Everyone keeps asking where he bought his costume.

Gomez: It is a wonderful hat.

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

[goes outside]

Grandmama: Here, boy! Here, boy!

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!

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

Gomez: A drive? And miss Gilligan?

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.

Gomez: [watching home movies] 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.

Margaret: This is all so humiliating. 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!

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

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

[she levels a crossbow]

Fauna Amor: I'm Fauna!

Flora Amor: I'm Flora!

Tully Alfford: I'm flattered.

[Pugsley is strapped in the electric chair]

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

Pugsley: Why?

Wednesday: So it can kill you.

Pugsley: I knew that.

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

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

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

Morticia: Later, my dearest.

[Thing is gesturing wildly]

Gomez: Mor... Morticia... Morticia? Morticia what? Slow down! It's terrible when you stutter!

[Thing gropes around, finds a pen, and starts to write, but it's 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... help... at once... STOP!

[Gomez stands and runs out. Thing collapses]

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

Morticia: Oh no, Margaret! Too young!

Dr. Pinderschloss: Have you tried hard enough? Ask him, sweetheart!

Tully Alfford: No, no, no, sweetheart. Don't ask!

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

Wednesday: How all occasions do inform against me and spur my dull revenge. O, from this time forth, my thoughts be bloody or nothing worth. If I must strike you dead, I will.

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

[Wednesday cuts of Pugsley's arm, Pugsley slashes her throat; there is lots of blood spraying everywhere, getting the front rows]

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

[drops both swords and falls to her knees]

Wednesday: Sweet Oblivion, open your arms!

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

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

Gomez: Bravo!

Morticia: Bravo!

Gomez: Bravo! Bravo!

Judge: [at the auction] 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.

[Gomez and Morticia look fondly at Grandmama]

Judge: I'll open the bidding at $5000

Gomez: Five, hah! Not good enough. $25,000!

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

Judge: I have twenty.

Gomez: Twenty-five!

[to Morticia]

Gomez: Cara mia?

Judge: Twenty-five.

Morticia: Thirty.

[to Gomez]

Morticia: Mon sauvage.

Gomez: [voice cracks] Thirty-five!

[to Morticia]

Gomez: Eres divina.

Morticia: Mm, fifty!

Judge: I have $50,000.

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

Judge: Fifty thousand going once, fifty thousand going twice. Sold to Morticia Addams for fifty... thousand... dollars.

[looks disgusted as Gomez and Morticia do something obscene]

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

Uncle Fester: [jubilant] Yes, I have! It was marvelous. I sang up a storm! And I danced 'till I dropped! The Mamushka!

Morticia: Why don't you speak to Fester, darling? He's right outside the door.

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

Dr. Pinderschloss: Keep the book closed, Gordon. Listen to Mother!

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

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

Uncle Fester: You never really loved me!

Gomez: Fester, this way!

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

Uncle Fester: You were a terrible mother! There! 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]

[repeated line]

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

Uncle Fester: What is this?

Morticia: Mama's spécialité de la maison.

Gomez: Oh, Tish.

Grandmama: [to Fester] Start with the eyes.

Uncle Fester: [reading a book] Look, children. A new chapter.

Uncle Fester, Wednesday, Pugsley: "Scabs".

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.

Gomez: Cara mia.

Morticia: Mon sauvage.

Pugsley: ...Because we're Addamses!

Gomez: We're Addamses.

Gomez: Cara mia.

Morticia: Mon cher.

Gomez: Is it painful?

Morticia: Extremely.

Halloween Children: Trick or...

[they see Lurch and scream]

Gomez: Cara mia, is it true?

Morticia: Oui, mon amour.

[last lines]

Uncle Fester: Children, look. Great-Aunt Lavinia! She was beheaded by her own children!

Wednesday, Pugsley: Yay!

Grandmama: Aah! Aaaaaaah!

Morticia: Mama?

Grandmama: [lifting something from her cooking pot] Who put this in here?

Grandmama: [Pugsley and Fester laugh] That's for company.

Gomez: Little rascals.

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

Gomez: [Morticia wakes up] Unhappy, darling?

Morticia: Oh, yes. 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 hand]

Gomez: En garde, Monsieur Soleil!

Morticia: Gomez...

Gomez: Querida?

Morticia: Last night, you were unhinged. You were like some desperate howling demon. You frightened me. Do it again.

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.

[Gordon, Craven and Tully keep trying to open the Addams Family Vault. For the umpteenth time, the house's booby traps dump them outside the house]

Abigail Craven: You are doing this on purpose!

Uncle Fester: [sarcastic] That's right, Mother, isn't this fun!

Tully Alfford: I'll race you back.

Gomez: [Playing with the train set, ranting about Fester's finger-trap] "How do you take it off?" That's absurd! That finger-trap was a party favor at his 10th birthday!

Morticia: [In the room below, Morticia is reading a bedtime story to Wednesday and Pugsley. She looks up at the noise] 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!

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

Pugsley: He's using the diesel!

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

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

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

Wednesday: It's all about Uncle Fester, isn't it?

Morticia: [Looks up as Fester passes through a pipe. Her eyes narrow]

[as the trains approach each other]

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

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

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

Wednesday: This is my costume. I'm a homicidal maniac. They look just like everybody else.

Dr. Pinderschloss: But then you are feeling the little black monster.

Gomez: Pugsley?

Dr. Pinderschloss: Guilt.

Gomez: Displacement... how bizarre. And here I thought Fester was the problem. He's sullen.

Morticia: He's furtive.

Gomez: Backstabbing.

Morticia: He sulks.

Gomez: I suspect him.

Morticia: You're unbalanced.

Gomez: And I hate him... by God, you're right!

[beaming]

Gomez: He IS Fester!

Morticia: Thank you, Dr. Pinder-Schloss.

Dr. Pinderschloss: I do vat I can.

[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 lunch, we'll try again.

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

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

Uncle Fester: [again in a very flat tone] Yes mother.