"Can confirm," Beetlejuice said flatly, crossing his arms. "You fuckers are lucky enough that [i]I[/i] don't end your sorry asses like coke ended Lindsay Lohan's career. Quit while you're ahead."

The gray suited man completely ignored both of their comments. "Our projects are no business of yours. Guards, please."

The security guards began to advance on Lydia, grabbing her under each arm. Beetlejuice bristled, and even took a threatening step towards them. 

"No no no," The suited man said, as if talking to a child. "You wouldn't want your beloved pet to get...hurt, would you?"