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| Where are you from, originally? …The usual stuff’s not working. | |
| Whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa-nice shootin’, Tex! | |
| I order you to cease any and all supernatural activity and return forthwith to your place of origin, or to the next convenient parallel dimension. | |
| Columbia Building, 57th Street. And I’m in a hurry, so let’s not dawdle. | |
| Janine—sorry about the “bug-eyes” thing—I’ll be in my office. | |
| We got one! | |
| Back off, man. I’m a scientist. | |
| …human sacrifice! Dogs and cats living together! Mass hysteria! | |
| I’m sorry Venkman. I’m terrified beyond the capacity for rational thought. | |
| He slimed me. | |
| No kiss? | |
| What about the Twinkie? | |
-Egon, this reminds me of the time you tried to drill a hole through your head. Remember that?
-That would’ve worked if you hadn’t stopped me. | |
| Back off, man. I’m a scientist. | |
| Where are you from, originally? …The usual stuff’s not working. | |
| Janine—sorry about the “bug-eyes” thing—I’ll be in my office. | |
| I collect spores, molds, and fungus. | |
| No kiss? | |
-No, we’re exterminators—somebody saw a cockroach up on 12.
-That’s gotta be some cockroach.
-Bite your head off, pal. | |
| We got one! | |
-I think we better split up.
-Good idea.
-Yeah, we can do more damage that way. | |
| He slimed me. | |
| Whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa-nice shootin’, Tex! | |
| The light is green, the trap is clean. | |
| What about the Twinkie? | |
| Okay, who brought the dog? | |
| That’s a different look for you, isn’t it? | |
| There is no Dana only Zuul. | |
| I am Vinz, Vinz Clortho, Keymaster of Gozer Volguus Zildrohoar, Lord of the Seboullia. Are you the Gatekeeper? | |
| Columbia Building, 57th Street. And I’m in a hurry, so let’s not dawdle. | |
| (singing) So be good, for goodness sake! Whoa-oh—somebody’s comin’… | |
| …human sacrifice! Dogs and cats living together! Mass hysteria! | |
| Janine, someone with your qualifications would have no trouble finding a top-flight job in either the food service or housekeeping industries. | |
| Ray—when someone asks you if you’re a god, you say YES! | |
| I order you to cease any and all supernatural activity and return forthwith to your place of origin, or to the next convenient parallel dimension. | |
-We’d like to get a sample of your brain tissue.
-Okay. | |
| I’m sorry Venkman. I’m terrified beyond the capacity for rational thought. | |
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