(Fishing in the swamp)
Gomez: Hey, I've got a bite.
Morticia: How wonderful. What is it?
Gomez: I don't know. But whatever it is, it's big.
Morticia: It's an octopus!
Gomez: What luck. (The octopus pulls him off the log) It's got me! It's got me! (Laughs joyfully before it pulls him down into the water)
Morticia: Oh, it takes so little to make him happy. (Gomez pops out of the water and drops back onto the log) Gomez, what happened?
Gomez: Darn it! I got away.
Morticia: Poor dear. Maybe you'll have better luck next time.