Пароль: 123

WEDNESDAY: I’m not sure whose twisted idea it was to put hundreds of adolescents in underfunded schools run by people whose dreams were crushed years ago… but I admire the sadism.

I want names.

PUGSLEY: I don’t know who they were, honest. It happened so fast.

WEDNESDAY: Pugsley, emotion equals weakness. Pull yourself together. Now.

DALTON: You scared, kid? Scared?

PUGSLEY: You okay?

WEDNESDAY: I’m not about to confess to my brother that I’ve recently been plagued by visions. They come on without warning, and feel like electroshock therapy, but without the satisfying afterburn. Leave this to me.

PUGSLEY: Wednesday? What are you gonna do?

WEDNESDAY: What I do best.

BOY: Yo, Dalton, look. Pigsley’s sister. 

DALTON: Hey, freak. This is a closed practice.

WEDNESDAY: The only person who gets to torture my brother is me.

MORTICIA: Darling, how long do you intend on giving us the cold shoulder?

WEDNESDAY: Lurch, please remind my parents that I’m no longer speaking to them.

GOMEZ: I promise you, my little viper, you will love Nevermore. Won’t she, Tish?

MORTICIA: Of course. It’s the perfect school for her.

WEDNESDAY: Why? Because it was the perfect school for you?

I have no interest in following in your footsteps.

Becoming captain of the fencing team, Queen of the Dark Prom, President of the Séance Society.

MORTICIA: I merely meant that finally you will be among peers who understand you.

Maybe you’ll even make some friends.

GOMEZ: Nevermore is like no other boarding school. It’s a magical place.

It’s where I met your mother. And we fell in love.

WEDNESDAY: You guys are making me nauseous. Not in a good way.

MORTICIA: Darling, we aren’t the ones who got you expelled.

That boy’s family was going to file attempted murder charges.

How would that have looked on your record?

WEDNESDAY: Terrible. Everyone would know I failed to get the job done.