Gomez
Children, why do you hate the baby?
Pugsley
We don't hate him. We just wanna play with him.
Wednesday
Especially his head.
Morticia
Children, do you think we love the baby more than we love you?
Wednesday
Yes.
Morticia
Do you think that when a new baby arrives, one of the other children has to die?
Wednesday
Yes.
Well, that's just not true. [She sighs wistfully] Not anymore.
Uncle Fester
Oh, just sibling rivalry! Gomez, do you remember what we were like? I hated you!
Gomez
I despised you!
Uncle Fester
I choked him until he lost consciousness and had to be put on a respirator!
Gomez
I tied him to a tree and pulled out four of his permanent teeth!
Uncle Fester
When he was asleep, I opened his skull, and removed his brains!
Gomez
You did?
Uncle Fester
Ah, brother!
Gomez
Brother! [He flings Uncle Fester into the opposite wall, then grabs up about twenty knives conveniently lying on the table, flinging them all around Fester, with several right next to his head. Fester laughs hysterically through it all, although the last four are done with Gomez's back to him]
Uncle Fester
Children, you see?
