Пароль: pack

Wednesday: No, I don’t really feel better. There’s just something wrong about this place. Not just because it’s a school.

Enid: How the hell did you get that oversized violin out the window?

Wednesday: I had an extra hand.

Enid: Whoa. Where’s the rest of him?

Wednesday: It’s one of the great Addams family mysteries. Why aren’t you wolfing out?

Enid: Because I can’t. It’s all I got. My mom says some wolves are late bloomers, but I’ve been to the best Lycanologist. I had to fly to Milwaukee, would you believe it? Yeah, she says there’s a chance I may never… you know.

Wednesday: What happens then?

Enid: I’d become a lone wolf.

Wednesday: Sounds perfect.

Enid: Are you kidding me? My life would be officially over.

I’d be kicked out of my family pack with no prospect of finding a mate.

Wednesday: I’m failing to see the problem here.

Enid: I could die alone.

Wednesday: We all die alone, Enid.

Enid: You really suck at this. Cheering people up.

Wednesday: Why are you crying?

Enid: Because I’m upset! Haven’t you ever cried, or are you above that too?

Wednesday: It was the week after Halloween. I was six years old. I took my pet scorpion, Nero, out for his afternoon stroll, and we were ambushed.

They wondered what kind of freak would have a scorpion for a pet.

Two of them held me down and made me watch while the others ran Nero over until… It was snowing when I buried what was left of him. I cried my little black heart out. But tears don’t fix anything. So I vowed to never do it again.

Enid: Your secret’s safe with me. Still think you’re weird as shit, though.

Wednesday: The feeling is incredibly mutual. How would you like your single room back? You just need to show me how to use your computer.

Tyler: Holy shit! Okay, I’m taking orders from a hand. This isn’t weird at all.

Wednesday: That’s Thing.

Tyler: Is he, like, your pet?

Wednesday: He’s sensitive.

Tyler: Look, I know Nevermore is ground zero for all things weird, but this is next-level. So, what happened to not wanting to be a slave to technology?

Wednesday: Desperate times. Are you still willing to help me escape?

Tyler: After what happened today, I figured they’d have you in solitary.

Wednesday: There’s the Harvest Festival this weekend. Attendance is mandatory.

I’m going to use it as a cover. If you’re willing to drive me to the station, I can make it worth your while.

Tyler: I’m in. And no charge. Consider it a freebie.

Wednesday: Why?

Tyler: ‘Cause I wish I was going with you. At least one of us will get out of this hellhole town.

Enid: Are you sure you can trust that normie?

Tyler: Dad, I didn’t know they were gonna be here.

Wednesday: I trust that I can handle myself.

Sheriff Galpin: I don’t want you talking to her. I want you home by 12:00.

Tyler: 1:00.

Sheriff Galpin: 12:30.

Enid: Well, good luck and safe travels. Still not a hugger. Got it.

Xavier: Jeez, you get any better at this, you’ll be taking home a whole pack.

Wednesday: Pandas don’t travel in packs. They prefer solitude.

Xavier: All right. Subtle hint taken.

Wednesday: You should know I’m waiting for someone.

Xavier: Oh yeah, who’s the lucky guy… or girl?

Wednesday: What does it matter to you?

Tyler: Didn’t mean to interrupt.

Xavier: You’re not.

Tyler: This is gonna be trickier than I thought. Dad hit me with a curfew. We need to go if I’m gonna make it back in time.

Wednesday: I’ve got some dead weight I need to lose first. Meet me behind the parking lot when the fireworks start. You see that sad, lonely woman over there?

She needs this pathetic validation more than I do. 

Tyler: Hey, before you leave, I wanted you to have this.

It’s your dad’s police file from when he was at Nevermore.

I think it’s the reason my dad hates him. You okay?

Wednesday: I’m not used to people engaging with me. Most see me coming and cross the street.

Tyler: You’re not scary. You’re just kinda… kooky.

Wednesday: I prefer spooky.

Now my train leaves in an hour. We’re burning moonlight.

Tyler: Uh, right. Come on, Wednesday. Wednesday!

We can lose them in the crowd. Shit. Wednesday, we need to go.

Wednesday, come on. Wednesday!

Wednesday: Rowan, come back! Rowan, wait!

Rowan: What do you want? Why are you following me?

Wednesday: I don’t have time to explain, but you’re in danger.

Rowan: I think you’ve got it backwards. You’re the one who’s in danger.

Wednesday: What are you doing?

Rowan: Saving everyone from you. I have to kill you.

Wednesday: The gargoyle, that was you? It’s always the quiet ones.

Rowan: Girl in the picture. That’s you.

Wednesday: You want to kill me because of some picture?

Rowan: My mother drew that picture 25 years ago when she was a student at Nevermore. She was a powerful Seer. Told me about it before she died.

Wednesday: Rowan, put me down.

Rowan: No! My mother said it was my destiny to stop this girl if she ever came to Nevermore, because she will destroy the school and everyone in it.

Gomez: Hello, my little black cloud.

Morticia: So tell us darling, how was your first week?

Wednesday: Let’s see. I narrowly avoided death twice, discovered that my father may be a murderer, learned that I could potentially destroy the school, and was mysteriously saved by a homicidal monster.

As much as it pains me to admit, you were right, Mother.

I think I’m going to love it here.