Oh, here come the tears. Beetlejuice takes that same filthy tie he'd used to wipe his mouth and dabs at his eyes as he struggles to stand upright. That felt good. He sucks down a few dramatic breaths and gets himself under control.

"Hooooh, I needed that." He sniffled a bit. "Ahhh. I love it."

Then, it's Beetlejuice's turn to snap to attention and fix Der Tod with an intense stare. "I've killed plenty of people and you've never showed up once. So yeah, I find that a little funny. So, Big D, you rub elbows often with Ma down in customs?"