| Dr. Egon Spengler: |
There's something very important I forgot to
tell you. |
| Dr. Peter Venkman: |
What? |
| Dr. Egon Spengler: |
Don't cross the streams. |
| Dr. Peter Venkman: |
Why? |
| Dr. Egon Spengler: |
It would be bad. |
| Dr. Peter Venkman: |
I'm fuzzy on the whole good/bad thing. What
do you mean "bad"? |
| Dr. Egon Spengler: |
Try to imagine all life as you know it stopping
instantaneously, and every molecule in your body exploding
at the speed of light. |
| Dr. Raymond Stantz: |
Total protonic reversal! |
| Dr. Peter Venkman: |
Right, that's bad. Okay, alright, important
safety tip, thanks Egon. |
| ----- |
| Dr. Raymond Stantz: |
Personally, I liked the University; they gave
us money and facilities, we didn't have to produce anything.
You've never been out of college. You don't know what it's
like out there. I've worked in the private sector--they expect
results. |
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| ----- |
| Winston Zeddemore: |
[W]hen someone asks you "if you're a god?"
you say, "Yes!" |
| ----- |
| Dr. Raymond Stantz: |
You know, it's just occurred to me. We really
haven't had a completely successful test of this equipment. |
| Dr. Egon Spengler: |
I blame myself. |
| Dr. Peter Venkman: |
So do I. |
| Dr. Raymond Stantz: |
No sense in worrying about it now. |
| Dr. Peter Venkman: |
Why worry? Each of us is wearing an unlicensed
nuclear accelerator on his back. |
| ----- |
| Dr. Egon Spengler: |
[L]et's say this Twinkie represents the normal
amount of psychokinetic energy in the New York area. According
to this morning's sample, it would be a Twinkie thirty-five
feet long, weighing approximately six hundred pounds. |
| ----- |
| Dr. Peter Venkman: |
[T]his city is headed for a disaster of biblical
proportions! |
| Mayor: |
What do you mean "biblical"? |
| Dr. Raymond Stantz: |
What he means is Old Testament, Mr. Mayor.
Real wrath of God type stuff! Fire and brimstone coming down
from the skies! Rivers and seas boiling! |
| Dr. Egon Spengler: |
Forty years of darkness, earthquakes, and volcanos! |
| Winston Zeddemore: |
The dead rising from the grave! |
| Dr. Peter Venkman: |
Human sacrifices, dogs and cats living together!
Mass hysteria! |
| ----- |
| Dr. Raymond Stantz: |
Good evening. As a duly designated representative
of the City, County, and State of New York, I order you to
cease any, and all, supernatural activity and return forthwith
to your place of origin, or to the nearest convenient parallel
dimension. |
| Dr. Peter Venkman: |
That ought to do it. Thanks very much, Ray. |
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| ----- |
| Dr. Peter Venkman: |
We've been going about this all wrong. This
Mr. Stay Puft is okay. He's a sailor, he's in New York. We
get this guy laid, we won't have any trouble. |
| ----- |
| Dr. Peter Venkman: |
Let's show this prehistoric bitch how we do
things downtown! |
| ----- |
| Dr. Peter Venkman: |
Back off man. I'm a scientist. |
| ----- |
| Dr. Peter Venkman: |
Maybe now you'll never slime a guy with a positron
collider! |
| ----- |
| Dr. Peter Venkman: |
Einstein did his best stuff when he was working
as a patent clerk! |
| Dr. Raymond Stantz: |
You know how much a patent clerk earns?! |
| ----- |
| Dr. Peter Venkman: |
Egon, this reminds me of the time you tried
to drill a hole through your head. Remember that? |
| Dr. Egon Spengler: |
That would have worked if you hadn't stopped
me. |
| ----- |
| Dr. Peter Venkman: |
Alright, this chick is toast! |
| ----- |
| Dana Barrett: |
Zuul was the minion on Gozer. What's Gozer? |
| Dr. Peter Venkman: |
Gozar was very big in Samaria. |
| ----- |
| Winston Zeddemore: |
[D]o you believe in God? |
| Dr. Raymond Stantz: |
Never met him. |
| ----- |
| Dr. Peter Venkman: |
Have you, or any member of your family, ever
been diagnosed schizophrenic . . . mentally incompetent? |
| Alice the Librarian: |
My uncle thought he was St. Jerome. |
| Dr. Peter Venkman: |
I'd call that a big yes. |
| ----- |
| Dr. Peter Venkman: |
Janine, any calls? |
| Janine Melnitz: |
No. |
| Dr. Peter Venkman: |
Any messages? |
| Janine Melnitz: |
No. |
| Dr. Peter Venkman: |
Any customers? |
| Janine Melnitz: |
No, Dr. Venkman. |
| Dr. Peter Venkman: |
Good job, isn't it. |
| ----- |
| Dr. Raymond Stantz: |
I think we better split up. |
| Dr. Egon Spengler: |
Good idea. |
| Dr. Peter Venkman: |
Yeah, we can do more damage that way. |
| ----- |
| Janine Melnitz: |
Do you believe in U.F.O.s, astral projections,
mental telepathy, E.S.P., clairvoyance, spirit photography,
telekinetic movement, full-trance mediums, the Loch Ness monster,
and the theory of Atlantis? |
| Winston Zeddemore: |
If there's a steady paycheck in it, I'll believe
anything you say. |
| ----- |
| Dr. Raymond Stantz: |
[R]evelation 7:12: "And I looked as he opened
the sixth seal, and behold there was a great earthquake, and
the sun became as black as sackcloth, and the moon became
as blood." |
| Winston Zeddemore: |
And, the seas boiled, and the skies fell. |
| Dr. Raymond Stantz: |
Judgment day. |
| ----- |
| Dr. Raymond Stantz: |
I was present at an undersea unexplained mass
sponge migration. |
| Dr. Peter Venkman: |
Uhh, Ray, the sponges migrated about a foot-and-a-half. |
| ----- |
| Dr. Peter Venkman: |
Well, there's somethin' you don't see everyday. |
| ----- |
| Gozer: |
Are you a god? |
| Dr. Raymond Stantz: |
No? |
| Gozer: |
Then . . . die! |
| ----- |
| Dr. Raymond Stantz: |
[A]t 1:40 p.m., at the main branch of the New
York public library on 5th avenue, ten people witnessed a
free-floating, full-torso, vaporous apparition! It blew books
off shelves from twenty feet away and scared the socks off
of some poor librarian! |
| ----- |
| Dr. Raymond Stantz: |
It can't be! |
| Dr. Peter Venkman: |
What is it?! |
| Dr. Raymond Stantz: |
It can't be! |
| Dr. Peter Venkman: |
What did you do, Ray?! |
| Winston Zeddemore: |
Oh, sh**! |
| Dr. Raymond Stantz: |
It's the Stay-Puft Marshmallow Man. |
| ----- |
| Dr. Peter Venkman: |
Twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week!
No job is too big, no fee is too big! |
| ----- |
| Dr. Peter Venkman: |
She's not my girlfriend. I find her interesting
because she's a client and she sleeps above her covers . .
. four feet above her covers! |
| ----- |
| Dr. Peter Venkman: |
Where are we? |
| Dr. Raymond Stantz: |
Looks like we're in the teens, somewhere. |
| Dr. Peter Venkman: |
Alright, when we get to twenty, tell me, I'm
gonna throw up. |
| ----- |
| Dr. Peter Venkman: |
We came. We saw. We kicked its ass! |
| ----- |
| Dr. Peter Venkman: |
Egon, your mucous. |
| ----- |
| Dr. Raymond Stantz: |
If the ionization-rate is constant for all
ectoplasmic entities, we could really bust some heads . .
. in a spiritual sense, of course. |
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