Enid Sinclair: [to Wednesday] I can’t believe I’m actually going to miss your creepy, lifeless eyes waking me up every morning. It won’t be the same without you.
Wednesday Addams: Enid, the mark you have left on me is indelible. Anytime I grow nauseous at the sight of a rainbow, or hear a pop song that makes my ears bleed, I’ll think of you.
Enid Sinclair: [to Wednesday] Most people spend their entire lives pretending to give zero effs, and you literally never had an eff to give.
Enid Sinclair: [to Wednesday] You’re right. Not hugging is kind of our thing.
Marilyn Thornhill: You know, we have roots that go all the way back to Joseph Crackstone.
Wednesday Addams: So you come from a line of psychotic killers too.
Enid Sinclair: I can’t believe you’re in a secret society and you didn’t tell me.
Ajax Petropolus: Because, you know, it’s secret.
Tyler Galpin: Laurel said you were dead.
Wednesday Addams: I’m feeling much better now.
Tyler Galpin: You’re like a cockroach.
Wednesday Addams: Please, flattery will get you nowhere.
Xavier Thorpe: [to Wednesday] Being your friend should come with a warning label.
Wednesday Addams: My very first stalker. Maybe this forced vacation will be more interesting than I imagined. Unlike my novel, not every thread has been tied up, nor every question answered. Secrets are still lurking in the dark corners of Jericho. Were Laurel Gates and Tyler just pawns in a bigger game? Will today’s stalker become tomorrow’s nemesis? I know the suspense is killing you.