Sir, what you have there is what we refer to as a focused, non-terminal repeating phantasm, or a Class Five full roaming vapor.

Now, are we actually gonna go before a federal judge, and tell him that some moldy Babylonian god is going to drop in on Central Park West, and start tearing up the city?

Human sacrifice, dogs and cats living together...

Well there's something you don't see every day.

You're gonna endanger us, you're gonna endanger our client.

There's definitely a very slim chance we'll survive.

What do you mean 'biblical'?

Well, you can believe Mr. Pecker...

Your girlfriend, Pete, lives in the corner penthouse of Spook Central.

Egon, this reminds me of the time you tried to drill a hole through your head. Remember that?

Do you have any hobbies?

I don't have to take this abuse from you.

-Are you a god?
-No.
-Then DIE!

Symmetrical book stacking. Just like the Philadelphia Mass Turbulence of 1947.

Ray has gone bye-bye, Egon... what've you got left?

-Don't cross the streams.
-Why?

What are you supposed to be, some kind of a cosmonaut?

Are you the Keymaster?

Hello, Ghostbusters.... Yes, of course they're serious... You do?... You have?... No kidding! Just gimme the address... Oh sure, they will be totally discreet. Thank you!

Choose! Choose the form of the Destructor!