High Spirits Page #4

And I'm not whistlin' Dixie.

Help me!

Help!

Please, somebody help me!

Where's he goin'?

Help me!

All right. I'm coming.

- Brother Tony, help me!

- I will!

- You have to make it stop!

- All right!

I don't like it at all!

Come on, Brother Tony! Jump!

I'm coming!

Oh, Tony!

Brother Tony!

Do something!

Don't just lay there,

do something!

Like what?

Exorcise it!

You're a priest, aren't you?

How about a little something

from "Revelations"?

- "Revelations"?

- "Revelations."

"And I saw an angel..."

I'm gonna be sick!

Don't leave me!

We're going to die!

They're going to kill us!

A change in the humidity

and you will turn blue.

Come to me, Bugbear.

Make me a woman.

My love.

Oh, that's the most pathetic

display that I've ever seen.

Malcolm!

What is that?

A 45-degree semisilver mirror?

Now, Eamon.

The sword!

Jack, what are you doing?

I smell something burning, Jack.

Sharon!

How many times

do I have to tell you "no"?

I'm exhausted.

We are not making love tonight.

I just saw a ghost!

That is the most pathetic excuse

for sex I have ever heard!

If I say I'm too tired,

then I'm too tired.

Thank you very much, Jack.

Now I need to take

two more Valium.

My God, he's got my underwear!

Oh, very nice!

A pervert ghost!

Malcolm, the children!

Don't worry, Marge.

I'll handle this.

Get away from the children!

Yeah, Dad!

Supernatural, huh?

Sounds pretty solid to me.

Behind me, children!

How dare you threaten

my family?

I think it's real, Dad.

I'll show you real!

Mother of God!

You could've shaggin' killed me.

Maybe if we made love

more often...

you wouldn't need

your stupid pills.

Do not take that Valium.

Sharon,

do not take that Valium.

Would you listen to me

for once in your life?

Sharon, please!

It's not working!

We have to stop!

We have to try something else!

What are you doing...

to that poor ghost?

Wait a minute!

Plunkett! You phony! You fake!

Julia! Oh, how's my poor...

Little demon children!

Calm yourselves!

As the brochure says,

it's the unpredictability...

of spirits that causes problems.

So I would like to apologize

for any minor inconvenience.

This is the most pitiful

supernatural sham...

that I've ever encountered!

It will get better,

I assure you.

That's it!

We are leaving

tomorrow morning, Jack.

Oh, no, my dear woman.

Am I intruding?

Just give the poor ghosts

a little time.

We're history, dude.

Couldn't we look on tonight

as a kind of dress rehearsal?

You're finished, Plunkett!

I am going to personally expose

this pathetic fraud!

There are laws, sir,

against people like you.

Marge, children, we're leaving.

Maybe Jim Brogan'll

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