"I wouldn't use the word [i]pathetic[/i]," Beetlejuice said, his image popping up in the mirror. "Pitiful, maybe. But nothing about you is "pathetic", kid." 

Barbara poked her head in the door. "Here you go, hun. These are the best I could find." She set down a t-shirt, a pair of draw string shorts, and an entire pack of cheap, unopened underwear that she meant to return to the store, but never got around to. She smiled at Lydia warmly. "Let us know if you need anything!" And with that, she was off to google how to take care of ethnic hair. 

Beetlejuice looked back at her. "Wow...they really are going the extra mile, aren't they? I wonder what's wrong with them." His lack of faith in humanity wasn't exactly surprising. "Well, in the meantime, I'll be snooping around. Maybe I can find where they keep their grown up toys at." With that, he grinned wickedly and flew out of the mirror, phasing through the door and cackling down the hall.