Morticia Addams: Our psychic ability resides on the spectrum of who we are. Given my disposition, my visions tend to be positive. That makes me a Dove.
Wednesday Addams: And for someone like me? Who sees the world through a darker lens?
Morticia Addams: You're a Raven. Your visions are more potent, more powerful. But without the proper training, they can lead to madness.
(Wednesday is digging up a grave, Morticia is watching her...)
Morticia Addams: This reminds me of when you got your first grave-digging kit. You were so happy, you nearly smiled.
Wednesday Addams: Are you sure you don't want to join?
Morticia Addams: Uh... mm... No, that's okay, darling. I don't want to spoil your fun.
Wednesday Addams: I'll never live up to your legacy here, so why try? I win the Poe Cup, you claimed it four times. I join the fencing team, you captained it. Why would you send me somewhere I could only ever exist in your shadow?
Morticia Addams: It's not a competition, Wednesday.
Wednesday Addams: Everything is a competition, Mother.
(Weems suggests to the Addams going to therapy with Wednesday might help...)
Gomez Addams: What can it hurt? To be honest, I've always been a big fan of head-shrinking.
Morticia Addams: It's not that kind of head-shrinking, mon chéri.
Gomez Addams: Well, that is disappointing. But anything for our little girl.
Enid Sinclair (to Wednesday): Are you feeling okay? You look a little pale.
Gomez Addams: Wednesday always looks half-dead.
Enid Sinclair: Oh. Welcome to Ophelia Hall. Not a hugger. Got it.
Morticia Addams: Please excuse Wednesday. She's allergic to color.
Enid Sinclair: Oh, wow. What happens to you?
Wednesday Addams: I break out into hives and then the flesh peels off my bones.