Beetle Juice Page #6

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I won't do 'em.

Well, what have we got here tonight, kids?

We've got the Maitlands.

I think they've had enough exercise

for tonight.

Not so fast, Round Boy.

We're gonna have some laughs.

Mom, Dad:

I just want you two to know

you're welcome in our house...

...anytime you want to come over.

In the meantime, the dowry's on me, Dad.

The Maitlands are taken care of.

Everything seems to be back to normal.

Shall we?

Called the caterer. He's got a great band.

We're gonna need witnesses. Would you?

Let's get on with the ceremony.

Do you, Betel...

- Nobody says the "B" word.

- Do you take this woman...

...to be your wedded wife?

I don't know. It's a big decision.

I always said if I ever did it,

I was gonna do it only once.

Sure. Go ahead.

And do you, Lydia, take this man...

No! Betel...

She's a little nervous.

Maybe I should answer for her.

I'm Lydia Deetz and I'm of sound mind.

The man next to me is the one I want.

You asked me.

I'm answering.

Yes, I love that man of mine.

Come on.

Come on.

Betelgeu...

Scram!

Come on!

Hey, guy.

May we continue with the ceremony?

- Then by...

- Betelgeuse.

Strike!

Let's roll!

Then by the authority vested in me...

- The ring, please.

- The ring! Oh, no!

I've got it, honey.

Here it is. Here you go.

She meant nothing to me. Nothing at all!

- I now pronounce you...

- Yeah, come on.

Man and...

- What time is it?

- It's about 3:
30.

Give or take a year.

Well?

Did you get the paints?

Yes. And I took pictures

of the new town hall for you, too.

How was the science test?

It was gross.

They wanted me to dissect a frog.

I told them "no way." I said it was

against my religion. I got a "C."

And the math test?

You're kidding me? We spent

the whole week studying for that test.

I got an "A."

So, can I?

I don't know.

Got a "C" on the science test.

Don't tease her.

You never got on "A" in science...

Come on.

Well...

...I suppose.

This reads like stereo instructions.

Sounds like Lydia got an "A"

on the math test.

He likes it.

Sorry. Didn't see you sitting there.

Women.

I don't know what her problem is.

Normally, chicks...

Pardon me. Did you do that?

Nice work.

How do you get them so small?

There goes Elvis! Yo, King!

Well, looks like I'm next.

Good thing. I've got to do a photo shoot

for G.Q. In an hour and a half.

They've been after me for months.

Some kind of underwear deal.

What are you doing? Stop it.

You're messing up my hair.

Come on! Whoa! Stop it!

This might be a good look for me.

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