Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I'm feeling much better now.
[Wednesday inhales groggily]
You can drop the act, Laurel.
[Thing snapping insistently]
[ominous music playing]
Tyler.
Welcome to the 21st century, Addams.
[urgent scrambling]
Tyler, honey, make Mama happy and shut her up.
Where you belong.
[Laurel whimpering]
[Tyler] My mom was an outcast. That doesn't make me a monster.
-What the hell is going on? -What about Wednesday?
-we need to call the sheriff. -Mom, I've got to go.
It's still out there. You can't go back to Nevermore.
Come on, let's move quickly and calmly, all right?
and I made you feel special
When the dance floor calls, you gotta answer.
My mom had severe bipolar disorder.
-[blade twists, flesh rends] -[grunts]
I'm not a monster.
I know the suspense is killing you.
[subdued, whimsical music playing]
Kinbott probably discovered your secret during one of your sessions.
[siren wailing]
[music swells, fades away]
you are the key.
To ask a question.
No!
nor every question answered.
My dear Wednesday,
[disconcerting audio distortions]
[claws whir]
What are you doing here?
Your slave is probably still at the station.
[upbeat pop music playing faintly]
you're coming with us.
What demon sorcery is this?
The plan wasn't to get you expelled.
You're like a cockroach.
and Kent?
[dark, overpowering music playing]
Wait, you're basing all this off some vision you had after we kissed?