Morticia Gomez, last night — you were unhinged. You were like some desperate, howling demon. You frightened me. [pause] Do it again! Morticia Uncle Nick-Nack's winter wardrobe. Uncle Nick-Nack's summer wardrobe. Uncle Nick-Nack. Morticia They say she danced naked in the town square, and enslaved a minister! But don't worry. We told Wednesday, "college first."