Morticia: It's like a dream. When we first met, 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.
Morticia: Your cousin Balthazar. You were still a suspect. I couldn't stop staring at you all through the eulogy. Your eyes, your mustache, your laugh.
Gomez: You bewitched me. I proposed that very night.
Morticia: Just think... Someday we'll be buried here, side by side, 6 feet under, in matching coffins, our lifeless bodies rotting together for all eternity.