The Frighteners Page #2

back about $450.

We could forget about the fence,

call it even.

Stand back, ma'am. I don't want you

to have to sign a waiver.

Plus, a hundred bucks

for materials.

Just do it, for Christ's sake.

Here we go.

Why us? Why are they in our house?

Emanations are normally confined

to the cemetery...

although they do escape.

Usually young ones.

Oh, for God's sake, come on.

Come on.

It's holy water.

This is bullshit.

This is total bullshit.

Come on, come on, come on.

Yes!

Okay, these belong to you.

Six ectoplasmic emanations.

Don't worry. They can't escape.

Some people like a souvenir.

I really don't think we want

to keep those. Thank you. Do we, hon?

I could give a rat's ass.

Okay, we'll just...

They can't feel a thing.

At least that's what the book says.

You never know for sure.

All right. Thank you, Bannister.

You can go.

What are you staring at?

What's with the number?

What number?

If you're trying to freak me out,

it's not working.

He's just trying to get

more money out of us.

Get your sh*t and get

the hell out of my house.

Come on.

Move!

Thank you so much.

There you go.

- Thanks.

- Thank you.

Why must you always

alienate everybody?

I think I'm going to throw up.

Damn.

I hate that trunk!

I don't want ectoplasmic muck

all over my car seats.

The ectoplasm is the only thing

sticky enough...

to hold the damn car together.

I'm sorry about your sh*t Volvo,

but we won't ride in the trunk no more.

We could like to cruise

with some style, man.

You two left me high and dry.

I get to the house, nothing's

happening. I couldn't believe it.

Hey, Stuart... in or out.

Not even a banging toilet lid.

I looked like a a**hole.

We strained our backs

lifting that heavy-ass bed.

Oh, yeah. What idiot put the number

on the guy's forehead?

It wasn't funny.

Start pulling your weight,

or it's back to the cemetery.

Pull this, Frank. I'm about

to go like Jesse on your ass.

I'm going to find some other

black ghosts and organize a march.

The African-American

Apparition Coalition. The AAAC.

I'll tell you something.

Nothing's worse than some pissed-off

brothers that's already dead!

Therefore, a happy ghost

is a productive ghost.

To that end, I've drawn up

a list of suggestions.

Bear in mind, we have given you

five years of loyal service.

Flies. That's what

you've given me, flies.

Why do flies stick to you guys

like sh*t to a blanket?

Very funny. You're a funny guy.

You only think about yourself.

I could complain, too.

I need some new clothes. I still look

like Linc from "The Mod Squad".

You died in the '70s. Bummer.

Now, Frank,

we got to talk about cigars.

You promised to buy me a box.

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