[ Beetlejuice nods along as the barrage of non-swears bounce off him like sleet off a windshield. When Fizzarolli finishes, the angel reaches out to flick one of the bells dangling from his hat.]

I'd tell ya to watch your blood pressure, but we're already dead. So! Fizzaroonie, maybe we got off on the wrong foot. I bet you and I could sing a killer duet.

[ He flicks the bell again. ]

Hey, wanna make out?