Morticia: Gomez, a watched cauldron never bubbles.

Gomez: They'd be here by now if they let Pugsley drive.

*sound of a bus screeching to a halt*

Gomez: By jove, I think they did!

Wednesday!

*Wednesday sobbing*

Gomez: What is it, Wednesday?

What is it?

There, there, there...

Wednesday: Oh, Father, it was terrible! They killed him!

Gomez: Mr. Hilliard?

Wednesday: The Dragon!

Gomez: What Dragon? Who killed a Dragon?

Wednesday: A Knight in Shining Armor!

HE killed the Dragon!

Gomez: I can't believe anyone would kill a Dragon!

Morticia: Poor, Defenseless Dragon!

Pugsley: That isn't all! You oughta hear some of the other stories in her book!

Morticia: Let me see that, darling...

"Grimm's Fairy Tales"

What a lovely name, "Grimm"...

How could he write such terrible stories?

Gomez: Must be sick...

Cruelty...

Such barbarism...

Such violence!

Ale strendo!

Morticia: Gomez!

Gomez: That settles it! No more school!

Pugsley: Good thinking, sir!

Morticia: That's alright for our children, but what about all the others?

Gomez: I suppose you're right, we should do something...

As ordinary citizens...

Morticia: I could call that Ms. Comstock...

No...

I'll call that nice Mr. Hilliard and invite him over!

And we'll discuss it with him.

You know, I really think he liked us.