Lurch: I like being miserable.
Wednesday: You might find a nice girl to be miserable with.
“So my question is…don’t you hate her? I’d just imagine that you are so angry at her that you would hate her.” “Well, maybe sometimes. But not like hate, hate. More just like ‘Mom, I hate you!’ and then…she would say ‘go to your room, young lady.” And I’d stamp my foot and run upstairs. And I’d have a room, which would be really cool. Then, we’d just have dinner together. But I don’t know, I’d have to meet her!”
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