“Lydia: Mr. and Mrs. Maitland? Hello? Where are you?

Beetlejuice: Dead. Dead, dead, deadski.

Lydia: Of course they're dead. They're ghosts.

Beetlejuice: No, I mean they're gone, split, out of here, afterlife kids, deceased—ahh.

Lydia: Are you a ghost, too?

Beetlejuice: I'm a ghost with the most, babe.”