Morticia: Uncle Fester! You don not make friends by whipping people.
Gomez: You're right, my dear. We must be civilized about these things. I'll reason with him. (shouts into the phone) Thompson, you lying scoundrel! What are these vile canards that you've been telling my children?
Morticia: What is he saying, dear?
Gomez: He doesn't know what a vile canard means.
Morticia: How uncouth.