Morticia Addams Quotes

Normal is an illusion. What is normal for the spider is chaos for the fly.

So, how was work? You clearly missed me.” I put my hands on my face in embarrassment and he just laughs a bit to himself. “It was boring.” It’s the truth. “No one to antagonize, huh?” “I tried abusing some of the gentle folk in payroll but they got all teary.” “The trick is to find that one person who can give it back as good as they can take it.” He takes out a pan and begins to fry the vegetables in a single, stingy drop of oil. “Sonja Rutherford, probably. That scary lady in the mailroom that looks like an albino Morticia Addams.” “Don’t line my replacement up too quick. You’ll hurt my feelings.

...and the rest is taxidery. --Morticia Addams (The Addams Family

Normal is an ilusion. What's normal for the spider is chaos for the fly.

Everyone with a lick of sense loves Morticia, but what is Gomez Addams, besides “an obviously transsexual man”?

What the fuck is this rubbish supposed to be? Special treatment? Ha, it isn’t fucking Halloween, you oddball pack of Addams family rejects. I told you Mini-Morticia was a fucking freak and here’s the proof. Looks like the whole family spend a little too much time swimming around in the murky end of the gene pool.

In the end, she saved me by dropping down and patting the floor, trying to coax the cat out of hiding. “Viens ici, ma petite Bisou,” she crooned. “Ma choupinette. N’aie pas peur.” Suddenly I thought of those old scenes in the Addams Family when Gomez would lose his mind when Morticia spoke French. If I never got it watching reruns as a kid, I got it now. It didn’t even matter I had no clue what she was saying. Just the words on her lips were sexy. Blair sighed and sat back on her heels, looking up at me, her lips in a pout. “She won’t come out.” Christ, she was adorable. And why was it so hot in here?

Suddenly I thought of those old scenes in the Addams Family when Gomez would lose his mind when Morticia spoke French. If I never got it watching reruns as a kid, I got it now. It didn’t even matter I had no clue what she was saying. Just the words on her lips were sexy. Blair sighed and sat back on her heels, looking up at me, her lips in a pout. “She won’t come out.” Christ, she was adorable. And why was it so hot in here? “Maybe she just needs to get acclimated. Ready to go? I could use a cold beer.” “Sure.” She took the hand I offered and rose to her feet. “Thanks. Have I told you yet how nice your manners are?” “I don’t think so.” I dropped her hand before I started kissing my way up her arm, Gomez-style.

It would be Olivia who wouldn’t come home one night. Alice couldn’t stop being surprised at the transformation of Olivia from sweet, angelic little girl to surly, furious, secretive teenager. She’d dyed her beautiful blond curls black and pulled her hair dead straight, so she looked like Morticia from The Addams Family. “Who?” Olivia had sneered. You couldn’t talk to her. Anything you said was likely to give offense. The slamming of her bedroom door reverberated throughout the house on a regular basis. “I hate my life!” she would scream, and Alice would be researching teenage suicide on the Net, when next thing she’d hear her shrieking with laughter with her friends on the phone. Drugs. Teenage pregnancy. Tattoos. It all seemed possible with Olivia.

I mean, let’s face it—I look like Morticia Addams without her makeup.

look down at my own Dr. Martens creepers, velour maxi skirt, and leather blazer. She looks like the Baby Spice to my Morticia Addams.

The place Quinn calls home is a penthouse in a skyscraper in the middle of the city that looks as if it were designed by Morticia Addams at the height of a depressive episode. Decorated entirely in shades of gray and black, the place is dark, sophisticated, and freezing. It’s somewhere a coven of vampires might feel cozy and welcome. Not a single speck of color enlivens the place. There isn’t a throw pillow, photograph, or plant in sight. There isn’t any carpeting or warm fabrics to soften the space, either. It’s all glass, marble, steel, and cold reflective surfaces. Looking around the echoing living room, I say, “My, how delightful. If I were a cyborg, I’d plug myself right in.

Normal is an illusion. What is normal for the spider is chaos for the fly - Morticia Addams

Trust me: no matter who you are, you want a love like the one that Gomez and Morticia Addams have.

Lyra Pierson has always been my very own Morticia Addams. I used to think she was a vampire; I searched their estate for days when I was seven, looking for coffins.

Don't torture yourself, Gomez. That's my job.

I'm just like any modern woman trying to have it all. Loving husband, a family. It's just, I wish I had more time to seek out the dark forces and join their hellish crusade.

Normal is an illusion. What is normal for the spider is chaos for the fly.

You Frightened me. Do it again.

Oh Gomez, it's dark, it's depressing, it's desolate. It's a dream.