2, 10, 11. Eyes, fingers, toes!

Fester: Three parts dynamite, with a nitroglycerin cap. It's perfect for small homes, carports and toolsheds.

Grandma: Dinner's gonna be late. [She goes outside.] Here, boy! Here, boy!

Dr. Pinder-Schloss: Mr. Addams, I beleef I am understandink. I can help. Jais? Ze theory of displacement -- is zis familiar?
Gomez: No. Tish?
Dr. Pinder-Schloss: Oh! It is too exciting. I vill explain.
Gomez: Is it unpleasant?
Dr. Pinder-Schloss: Deeply. Your very own bruzzer -- you drive him avay. Go! Off viz you! But zen -- you are feelink ze little black monster.
Gomez: Pugsley?
Dr. Pinder-Schloss: Guilt! Jais! Your bruzzer returns, you feel guilty -- you displace.

Dr. Pinderschloss: Love/hate, hate/love. Like for mama, no?
Gomez: But, I didn't hate my mother. It was an accident!

Dr. Pinderschloss: The human spirit, it is a very difficult thing to kill.
Grandma: Even with a chainsaw!

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: How long has it been since we waltzed?
Morticia: Oh, Gomez... hours.

Margaret: [Regarding Cousin It] Everyone keeps asking where he got his costume.
Gomez: It is a wonderful hat.

Margaret: This is always so embarrassing. Why did I marry you?
Tully Alford: Because I said yes.

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: Gomez, let's go for a drive. The whole family.
Gomez: A drive? And miss "Gilligan"?

Morticia: Margaret, about the s?ance 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.

Pugsley: Are they dead?
Wednesday: Does it matter?

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!