Ghost: Hello and welcome to my humble abode. Is there anything I can help you with?
Mother: This place sure is shabby. It’s going to need a lot of work.
Ghost: That’s a bit obtuse, don’t you think? I’ve done my best with it.
Daughter: I’m scared.
Mother: It will feel just like home once we renovate.
Ghost: It already feels like home you shortsighted twit!
Mother: Do you want ice cream? I bought some groceries last time I was here.
Ghost: I’ll take a mint gelato.
Mother: Here you go, Karen.
Ghost: Why are you leaving? Hey, you forgot the gelato! If you take one more step I swear… we won’t be BFF’s anymore!
Mother: Karen, go upstairs. I’m going to do some work on these walls.
Mother: Now, if I just hack through this part…
Ghost: Why are you hacking apart my house!?
Mother: Hey, something pushed me. It must be evil!
Ghost: Yeah, you break into my house, don’t get me my gelato, and I’m the evil one.
Mother: I’m a bit frightened now, but why not fondle some of these personal objects?
Ghost: Hey, that’s my blue ribbon for the second best squash! You’ll smudge it all up!
Mother: Oh my word, that ribbon was knocked right out of my hand!
Daughter: I might as well go exploring by myself now. That scary door surely can’t be dangerous! I’ll just open it a bit…
Ghost: Hello, nice seeing you here. I’ve got the loveliest hat to match your blouse. I’ll go and get it for you.
Daughter: It’s breathing down my neck!
Ghost: There’s just no pleasing the living!
Daughter: Mom, let’s get out of here!
Mother: We’ve put a lot of money in this place, but the minor inconveniences are simply too much! Leave your things and run with me!
Ghost: I was just kidding. We can still be BFF’s!