Enid Sinclair

— Oh my God! Wednesday Addams is going to the Rave'N. My whole world is tilted! You know what you need?
— A bullet to the head?

— Rumor's been swirling around that you killed a kid at your old school, and your parents pulled strings to get you off.
— Actually, it was two kids, but who's counting?

Wednesday: Your followers are clearly imbeciles. They respond to your stories with insipid little pictures.

Enid: Uh, you mean, emojis? It's how people express their feelings. I realize that's a foreign concept to you.

Wednesday: When I look at you, the following emojis come to mind. Rope, shovel, hole.

Enid: Don't tell me Wednesday Addams is mellowing out.
Wednesday: Never. More like evolving.

— Ew. What died?
— Smells like childhood.

Enid Sinclair: I'm not going. Not this summer. Not ever. If I'm meant to wolf out, then I'm going to do it on my own timeline and not yours. I hope that one day, you'll finally accept me for who I am.

Enid's father: I'm proud of you, kiddo. You do you.