Morticia: When we first met years ago, it was an evening much like this. Magic in the air. A boy.Gomez: A girl.Morticia: An open grave. It was my first funeral.Gomez: You were so beautiful. Pale and mysterious. No one even looked at the corpse. 0
Morticia: When we first met years ago, it was an evening much like this. Magic in the air. A boy.Gomez: A girl.Morticia: An open grave. It was my first funeral.Gomez: You were so beautiful. Pale and mysterious. No one even looked at the corpse.