Morticia Addams

Author: Melisinka


And our credo: “Sic gorgiamus allos subjectatos nunc.” We gladly feast on those who would subdue us. Not just pretty words.”


Morticia: My baby is ill and my husband is dying. Oh Mama, What shall I do?
Grandma: Well, you have a black dress.


Gomez: [as he helps Morticia out of a trap] Leather straps, red-hot pokers!
Morticia: Later, my dearest.


Morticia: Gomez.
Gomez: Querida?
Morticia: Last night you were unhinged. You were like some desperate, howling demon. You frightened me. Do it again!


Gomez: Unhappy darling?
Morticia: Oh, yes. Yes, completely.

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