"Jeeze, no music? That sucks."

Learning how to play was something that kept him from absolutely losing his mind during his banishment.

Beetlejuice glanced up, even though he couldn't see the chaotic mess that was his hair. He wondered why in the Netherworld his hair liked to broadcast his emotions to the general public. It certainly had never done him any good, aside from getting yelled at by his mother.

"Hah, yeah, that just kinda happens. I can't control it. Wish I could."