[last lines]
[in the waiting room, Betelgeuse is sitting next to a witch doctor who is next in line]
Beetlejuice:
Pardon me. Did you do that?
[points to an explorer with a shrunken head]
Beetlejuice:
That's very nice work. Let me ask you something. How do you get them so sma...? Hey, there goes Elvis! Yo, King!
[as the doctor looks away, Betelgeuse switches numbers]
Beetlejuice:
Well, looks like I'm next. Good thing, too. I gotta do a photo shoot for GQ in about an hour and a half. Yeah, they've been after me for months. Doin' some underwear deal. I don't know what...
[the witch doctor sprinkles some powder on Betelgeuse's head which starts it shrinking]
Beetlejuice:
[voice getting higher as head gets smaller]
Whoa, hey! What are you doing? Hey, stop it! Hey, you're messing up my hair! C'mon! Whoa! Whoa! Stop it! Whoa! Hey, this might be a good look for me.
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05/03/2025 alle ore 09:33