[ Beetlejuice scrunches his head into his shoulders so that he doesn't get a pistol shoved into his brain. He rummages in the pockets of his striped jacket. ]
I don't know what you're talking about. Ah-!
[ He draws his hand from his coat and opens it to reveal a paper clip, a scratched lotto ticket, and an unwrapped caramel chew. ]
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I don't know what you're talking about. Ah-!
[ He draws his hand from his coat and opens it to reveal a paper clip, a scratched lotto ticket, and an unwrapped caramel chew. ]
Oh, huh...