"What if he doesn't want to be summoned? Ever think of that? Maybe he has his own agenda and you asshats keep screwing it up." Lydia said, full of piss and vinegar as she folded her arms. She refused to sit, seeing it as a sign of submission to the ones who kept her there. 

She did have a little point. While Beetlejuice was mostly tied to the living world because of her and mostly bored because of it, maybe he did have something better to do. "Do you own missions. I'm not his fucking secretary."