Leslie stared for a moment. "Yuzu! My dad is gone, and you have mail. Not really you, but mail."
Yuzu danced in, literally dancing, and said, "I do not like mail. If it's from the government saying I owe the 500,000 I stole from a bank, I don't want to see."
Leslie handed her the letter. "BEETLEJUICE GET YOUR A-- IN HERE."