And, dear Fester, which is the real you — the loathsome, underhanded monster you've become or the loathsome, underhanded monster we came to love?
Look at it, Fester. The primeval ooze. Quicksand, fumes, toxic waste. It's all ours, Fester. You belong here, old man.
What a fool I was to doubt you. Dr. Pinder-Schloss explained everything. What a lovely woman. So chilly.
— Your very own brother, you drive him away. "Go! Off with you!" But then you are feeling the little black monster.
— Pugsley?
— Guilt.
— I believe I am understanding. I can help, yes? The theory of displacement. Is this familiar?
— No. Tish?
— Oh, it is too exciting. I will explain.
— Is it unpleasant?
— Deeply...
Your beloved Muerto. After you left, he was simply a different vulture. He wouldn't circle. He wouldn't peck. That's how much you mean to this family.
— Oh, Gomez. The Bermuda Triangle!
— Devil's Island.
— The black hole of Calcutta.
— Excuse us.
— Second honeymoon...
— Now you're back.
— Yes, back. Back to share your joys, your sorrows — hey, everything.