We want to see Debbie and Fester.
Miss DEBBIE!
Debra!
Most scenes together: Gomez & Morticia (16), Morticia & Debbie Jellinsky (9), Gomez & Uncle Fester (9)
We want to see Debbie and Fester.
Miss DEBBIE!
Debra!
Wednesday's at that very special age when a girl has only one thing on her mind.
Boys?
Homicide.
20 grand for summer camp and he's Mr. Woo-Woo.
It's a boy.
It's a girl.
Gomez!
What news?
Father, what is it?
Truly, Fester? Has it finally happened at long last?
I don't know! I think so!
I, Fester Addams, do hereby declare my un-ending love. [sobbing] I will worship you forever. I will devote my every waking moment to your happiness alone. [openly sobbing] Henceforth, I am your eternal and helpless slave.
A birthday party! What a treat! And to think, I might have missed all this! What was I thinking of?
Physical pleasure.
Ooohhh!
Uncle Fester, do you miss Debbie?
Well... sometimes, late at night, I remember how she used to turn to me and say, "Jeez, Fester, go back to your room!"
Dementia! What a beautiful name!
It means "insanity."
My name is Fester. It means "to rot."
Gomez! Morticia! Great news! Something impossible... a miracle!
The rash?
It's gone?
I'm engaged!
It was our mother's. She was buried with it.
[Debbie holds up a shovel]
I'm her husband.
Fester!
Gimme a kiss.
Gimme a 20.
I'm making such a mess of things. Gomez! How do you do it? How can I be like you? How can I be... suave?
Woo her. Admire her. Make her feel like she's the most sublime creature on Earth.
It's me, Gomez! I've tried to be someone I'm not. I live in shame... and the suburbs!
But you belong to Debbie! You're Debbie's love toy! You are Mr. Debbie!
I am an Addams!
Fester!
[They embrace]
And so, the next night, the ghost returned to the haunted cabin. And he said to the campers, "None of you really believe in me, so I'll have to prove my power." And the next morning, when the campers woke up, all of their old noses had grown back.
[all of the girls scream]
What?
We cannot break bread with you.
Huh? Becky, what's going on?
"You have taken the land which is rightfully ours. Years from now my people will be forced to live in mobile homes on reservations. Your people will wear cardigans, and drink highballs. We will sell our bracelets by the road sides. You will play golf and enjoy hot hors d'oeuvres. My people will have pain and degradation. Your people will have stick shifts. The gods of my tribe have spoken. They have said, "Do not trust the Pilgrims. Especially Sarah Miller."
Gary, she's changing the words.
And for all these reasons I have decided to scalp you and burn your village to the ground.