- Morticia Addams: [Fester has blown himself up, leaving nothing but ashes] Gomez darling, is it all right if Lurch stops long enough to sweep up Uncle Fester?
- Gomez Addams: [Lurch is massaging Gomez' back by jumping up and down on a pogo stick with a large shoe attached] O-of course, 'Tish.
- [groans]
- Gomez Addams: See you in an hour, Lurch, and bring your tap shoes!
- Pugsley Addams: [Pugsley, Wednesday, N.J. and Thing climb into a golfcart] Quick, Wednesday, step on it!
- Wednesday Addams: Pugsley, you know neither of us has a driver's license.
- N.J. Normanmeyer: Great, now what'll we do?
- Pugsley Addams: [Thing jumps in front and shows them his lisense which reads No Hair, No Eyes, 1 Hand High] Oh yeah, you have a lisense, don't you, Thing?
- Wednesday Addams: We forgot about your days on the Grand Prix circuit.
- Wednesday Addams: You'll have to excuse my brother. His brain got tired of him and moved out a long time ago.
- Morticia Addams: In the words of Aunt Daddy-O:
- [snaps fingers as cymbals start beating]
- Morticia Addams: Those cool Addams cats have blown the scene...
- Gomez Addams: Tish, that's beat poetry, from the fifties! Speak some more...
- [kisses her arm]
- Gomez Addams: Anything... anything! Downer! Drag! Hm, come on, Too far gone, anything, Querida!
- [kisses her arm again]