Casper Page #2

Could you please

not ask me any questions?

Do you believe in ghosts? Ever seen

one? Does your father ever hurt you?

He's my father.

Could you just talk to us?

Look, it's the first day of school.

I'm sure I'm gonna have homework,

so would you please?

Carrigan.

What part don't

you understand?

But who is this man...

No, not "I ate fish." I hate

fish. Don't you have cows here?

Listen, I have had

a long and trying day.

Do you think you could bring me a pint of

Haagen-Dazs ice cream, rum raisin, and a Diet Pepsi?

Think you can handle that?

Now you want me to hold.

Fine.

With therapy, they can

begin to process this pain.

They can pack up their emotional

baggage, and they can move on.

My Harry passed away

five years ago,

but he was so miserable, his

spirit wouldn't leave the apartment.

So I called Dr. Harvey.

He came over.

And in a few weeks,

Harry left, smiling.

The living impaired

are known for haunting us.

My question is,

what's haunting them?

It's a lack of resolution.

Ghosts are simply spirits without

resolution, with unfinished business.

It's my job to find out

what that is.

And so Dr. Harvey continues his work,

dragging his daughter along for the ride.

This week they're in Santa Fe.

But next week? Boo knows?

Now, from the ghost shrink to

shrinking thighs. Yes, I'm still here.

- The miracle fat cream

experiment, next. - Get me Santa Fe.

# That's life #

# That's life #

# That's life #

# That's what

all the people say #

# You're ridin' high in April

shot down in... #

Oh, honey, I'm sorry about

your Cactus Spooners. Crooners.

I don't care what they said.

You are not demented.

You're a picture of mental health.

They were talking about you.

Try explaining afterlife therapy

to a bunch of junior high kids.

Some people go through life

never questioning the norm.

But you and I, we're doing something

extraordinary with our lives.

No, we aren't doing anything.

You're the one who's been packing up my

stuff and moving me around the country.

In two years, I have been

to nine different schools.

I have eaten in nine

different cafeterias.

I can't even

remember anyone's name.

For once, I would

just like to be...

in one place long enough

to make a friend.

Honey, you will.

I mean, come on. We're

movin' to Friendship, Maine.

Even I might make one.

You better, Dad.

'Cause a single guy your age is more

likely to become a bank hostage...

than to make new friends.

You sound like your mother.

You're not gonna find her.

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