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