screenplay here - Raindance Film Festival

In the far corner of the room, two guests begin a spasmodic,
frantic dancing. This continues in a wave across the room, until
all the guests are participating in this physical insanity --
crarshing off one another, smashing againt the walls, some of
them flying up to the ceiling and hitting their heads, nosediving
along the carpets. BEETLE JUICE, with a wicked laugh and
cackle, dances amongst them all.
On the stairway appear, in this order, LYDIA, DELIA, CHARLES
carrying CATHY, and OTHO bringing up the rear.
BEETLE JUICE looks up at them. A wicked smile crosses his face.
BEETLE JUICE
Party's over.
The MUSIC stops. The dancers collapse like puppets whose strings
have been severed.
BEETLE JUICE
Everybody leave.
The windows all shoot up in their frames, smashing frames and
glass.
The doors of the house fly open with crashes.
EXT: HOUSE -- NIGHT
One beat, and then from every door and open window, frantic
GUESTS pour out of the house.
They scatter in all directions in the yard, and chased by DELIA's
lumbering sculptures, they race towards their cars.
It is pandemonium.
INT: LIVING ROOM -- NIGHT
A deadly silence seems to have overtaken the house.
BEETLE JUICE stands in the middle of the empty living room.
The DEETZs just look at him.
BEETLE JUICE
I tell you, you guys sure
know how to throw a party.
BEETLE JUICE
Come closer. I won't bite.
CHARLES looks at OTHO. OTHO gives him the go-ahead. CHARLES
cautiously comes closer, and puts CATHY in a chair immediately in
front of, and facing BEETLE JUICE.
CHARLES
You don't have to do this.
CATHY
I do have to. This house
belongs to us. All of us.
CHARLES retreats. BEETLE JUICE grins. He sprouts an enormous
pair of LEATHER WINGS. His face alters -- and become a truly
malicious mirror of his twisted soul.
CATHY doesn't answer.
BEETLE JUICE
Who are you, little girl?
And what do you have to
say to me?
BEETLE JUICE
Where are your friends?
Hiding out in the attic, I
suppose. Don't worry about
them. Once I've done with
you, I've got a few surprises
in store for our ghosts.
CATHY
As sudden thunder / Pierces night;
As magic wonder / Mad affright
Rives asunder / Men's delight:
Our ghost, our corpse, and we
Rise to be.