Hi, I'm Amanda Buckman. Why are you dressed like that?
Like what?
Like you're going to a funeral. Why are you dressed like somebody died?
Wait.
Hi, I'm Amanda Buckman. Why are you dressed like that?
Like what?
Like you're going to a funeral. Why are you dressed like somebody died?
Wait.
Eat us! Hey, its Thanksgiving Day! Eat us, we make a nice buffet! We lost the race with Farmer Ed, eat us 'cause we're good and dead. White man or red man from east, north or south, chop off our legs, and put 'em in your mouth!
Eat me!
Sautéed or barbecued!
Eat me!
We once were pets but now we're food! We won't stay fresh for very long! So eat us before we finish this song! Eat us before we finish this song!
Isn't he a lady-killer!
Acquitted!
These are beautiful things! They're from catalogues!
I'll get you - and your little hand, too!
Hold still, you little brat!
He's not a brat.
Of course not. He's an adorable little baby.
Fine. Rub it in!
And I dreamed that when I met him that we would wait until our wedding night to give ourselves to one another, to make the ultimate sacrifice.
A goat?
But with your looks, your charm... women must follow you everywhere!
Store detectives.
FREEZE!
Pookie?
I tried to make it look like an accident. I tried to give you some dignity. But oh no, not you.
What are you saying?
I'm saying I want you dead and I want your money.
But... but... don't you love me?
Is that a no?
Good-bye everybody! Wish me luck!
Good luck!
Hi, I'm Debbie Jellinsky from the agency.
The agency? But they claimed no one else was available. They suggested a Doberman.
Husband number two. The senator. He loved his state, he loved his country!
What about Debbie?
"Sorry, Debbie, no Mercedes this year. We have to set an example." Oh yeah? Set this!
[The next slide shows the Senator, panicking as car headlights approach him]
I just can't tell, does he like me at all?
Of course, he does. He vomited.
That's true. Does he always do that with women he likes?
Oh no. Just you.
My first husband, the heart surgeon. All day long, coronaries, transplants.
What about your needs?
"Sorry about dinner, Deb. The Pope has a cold."
An axe! That takes me back.
My latest husband, my late husband, Fester.
The fool.
The corpse. And his adorable family. You took me in, you accepted me, but did any of you love me? Really love me?
Hands!
[The Addams family, all strapped into their electric chairs, are unable to raise their hands]