Morticia: You have gone too far. You have married Fester, you have destroyed his spirit, you have taken him from us. All that I could forgive. But Debbie... Debbie Jellinsky: What? Morticia: ...pastels?
Morticia: When we first met years ago, it was an evening much like this. Magic in the air. A boy. Gomez: A girl. Morticia: An open grave. It was my first funeral. Gomez: You were so beautiful. Pale and mysterious. No one even looked at the corpse.