Disclaimer: I don't own BeetleJuice, Ginger, etc. They belong to Warner Bros. and Tim Burton.
BeetleJuice has just returned to the roadhouse alone after a day with Lydia. He walks into the living room to find Ginger crying.
BeetleJuice: "What's eatin you this time?" he asks, annoyance clear in his voice.
Ginger: (sobbing) "You don't like my dancin."
BeetleJuice: "What are you talkin about?" he asks, a shifty expression on his face (the last thing he needed was another skeleton in his closet but he really didn't feel like dealing with another one of Ginger's crying sessions).
Ginger: (voice growing with anger) "I heard you makin fun of me. You told Lydia that it looked like I was dodging bullets whenever I practiced!"
BeetleJuice: (getting pissed himself) "You were listenin in on me and Lydz!"
Ginger: "That's not the point!"
BeetleJuice: "You were spyin on us!"
Ginger: "Stop trying to change the subject! You made fun of my dancing behind my back!"
BeetleJuice: "Well now I'm makin fun of it to your face! So why don't you tap-dance your way outta my business before I punt your sorry ass!"
Ginger: "WHY YOU! YOU WAIT TILL JACQUES HEARS ABOUT THIS! YOU'RE GOING TO BE OUT ON YOUR ASS BEFORE YOU EVEN KNOW WHAT HIT YOU!"
BeetleJuice: "TRY IT TWINKLE-TOES! I'LL JUICE YOU SO BAD JACQUES'LL BE WIPIN YOUR SMEARED ASS OFF THE WALL!
Ginger: "WHAT DID YOU SAY!"
BeetleJuice: "YOU HEARD ME! NOW WHY DON'T YA BUZZ OFF FLY-BRAIN? AND WHILE YOU'RE AT IT, BITCH AT SOMEONE WHO CARES!"
BeetleJuice turns to leave and stumbles on an uneven floorboard.
CRUNCH!
BeetleJuice: "Whoops…well I guess that's one way to shut her up." He says as he scrapes his boot off on the edge of a table and leaves, humming Day-O.