Come, sorrow; we welcome thee. Let us join in grief, rejoice in despair, and honor the fortunate dead.
Dearly beloved...
Shh! Quiet!
[Grandmama starts piling dirt on the box]
Most scenes together: Gomez & Morticia (16), Morticia & Debbie Jellinsky (9), Gomez & Uncle Fester (9)
Come, sorrow; we welcome thee. Let us join in grief, rejoice in despair, and honor the fortunate dead.
Dearly beloved...
Shh! Quiet!
[Grandmama starts piling dirt on the box]
Wednesday, do you think that maybe someday you might want to get married and have kids?
No.
But what if you met the right man, who worshipped and adored you? Who'd do anything for you? Who'd be your devoted slave? Then what would you do?
I'd pity him.
Poor Debbie. She was sick.
She wasn't sick. She was sloppy.
What do you mean?
If I wanted to kill my husband, I'd do it, and I wouldn't get caught.
How?
I'd scare him to death.
No, you wouldn't. [He kneels at Debbie's grave] We're all very sorry, Debbie. We wish you only the best. [He reaches out to put flowers on the grave. Suddenly, a hand reaches up and grabs him. He screams while Wednesday smiles]
Are you enjoying this? [sadly] To think, a child of mine! [she turns the page] "I know it is wet, and the sun is not sunny. But we can have lots of good fun... that is funny." [flipping to the last page] Oh, no. He lives.
It's an old Indian word.
It means "orphan."
He likes you.
I'm good with my hands.
Are you in unbearable pain? Is it inhuman? My darling, is it torture?
Children, why do you hate the baby?