[Beetlejuice angrily kicks a model tree and it falls over.]

Beetlejuice: Nice fucking model!

Bernard: Delia, you are a flake. You have always been a flake. If you insist on frightening people, do it with your sculpture.

Lydia: They don't want to come down.

Otho: Why not?

Lydia: I think the reason is that they were trying to scare you away, and you didn't get scared.

Delia: Please, they're dead. It's a little late to be neurotic.

Barbara: We're very unhappy.

Juno: What did you expect? You're dead.

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