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Gozer: [later on Ray orders her to re-locate] Are you a God?
[Ray looks at Peter, who nonchalantly nods yes]
Dr. Raymond Stantz: No.
Gozer: And then... DIE!
[Lightning flies from her fingers, driving the Ghostbusters to the edge of the roof and almost off; people below scream]
Winston Zeddemore: Ray, when someone asks you if you're a god, y'all say "Aye"!
Dr. Peter Venkman: All correct! This chick is TOAST!
[Egon is running tests on Louis, who has been possessed by Vinz Clortho and is now the Keymaster]
Dr. Egon Spengler: Vinz, you said earlier you were waiting for a sign. What sign are you waiting for?
Louis: Gozer the Traveler. He will come in i of the pre-chosen forms. During the rectification of the Vuldrini, the traveler came as a large and moving Torg! Then, during the third reconciliation of the terminal of the McKetrick supplicants, they chose a new grade for him: that of a giant Slor! Many Shuvs and Zuuls knew what information technology was to be roasted in the depths of the Slor that twenty-four hours, I tin tell you lot!
Janine Melnitz: Do you believe in UFOs, astral projections, mental telepathy, ESP, clairvoyance, spirit photography, telekinetic movement, full trance mediums, the Loch Ness monster and the theory of Atlantis?
Winston Zeddemore: Ah, if at that place's a steady paycheck in it, I'll believe anything you say.
Dr. Raymond Stantz: Personally, I liked the university. They gave us coin and facilities, we didn't have to produce anything! You've never been out of college! You don't know what it'south like out there! I've WORKED in the private sector. They expect *results*.
Dr. Peter Venkman: We've been going most this all wrong. This Mr. Stay Puft's okay! He's a sailor, he'southward in New York; we get this guy laid, nosotros won't have any trouble!
Dana Barrett: [as The Gatekeeper] I desire y'all inside me.
Dr. Peter Venkman: [referring to her radical change in personality] Get ahead! No, I can't. Information technology sounds similar you've got at least two or three people in there already.
Dr. Raymond Stantz: Symmetrical volume stacking. Just like the Philadelphia mass turbulence of 1947.
Dr. Peter Venkman: You're right, no HUMAN Existence would stack books like this.
Dr. Peter Venkman: What I'd really like to exercise is talk to Dana. Dana? It'south Peter.
Dana Barrett: There is no Dana, there is simply Zuul.
Dr. Peter Venkman: Oh, Zuulie, you nut, at present c'mon. Just relax, c'mon. I want to talk to Dana. Dana, Dana. Can I talk to Dana?
Dana Barrett: [in an inhuman demonic voice] There is no Dana, just Zuul!
Dr. Peter Venkman: What a lovely singing vocalism y'all must accept.
[Persuading the mayor to allow them stop a supernatural upheaval]
Dr. Peter Venkman: If I'chiliad wrong, cipher happens! Nosotros get to jail - peacefully, quietly. We'll enjoy it! But if I'm *right*, and we *can* terminate this matter... Lenny, you will have saved the lives of millions of registered voters.
Winston Zeddemore: I'yard Winston Zeddmore, Your Honor. I've only been with the company for a couple of weeks, only these things are real. Since I joined these men, I've seen shit that'll turn you lot white.
Dr. Raymond Stantz: Gozer the Gozerian... 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: [Sarcastically] That oughta do information technology. Thanks very much, Ray.
Janine Melnitz: You're very handy, I can tell. I bet you similar to read a lot, too.
Dr. Egon Spengler: Print is expressionless.
Janine Melnitz: Oh, that's very fascinating to me. I read a lot myself. Some people think I'grand besides intellectual simply I call up information technology's a fabled way to spend your spare time. I also play raquetball. Do you have any hobbies?
Dr. Egon Spengler: I collect spores, molds, and fungus.
Dr. Egon Spengler: I have a radical idea. The door swings both ways, we could reverse the particle menstruation through the gate.
Dr. Peter Venkman: How?
Dr. Egon Spengler: [hesitates] We'll cross the streams.
Dr. Peter Venkman: 'Scuse me Egon? You said crossing the streams was bad!
Dr. Raymond Stantz: Cross the streams...
Dr. Peter Venkman: You're gonna endanger u.s.a., you're gonna endanger our client - the nice lady, who paid us in advance, before she became a canis familiaris...
Dr. Egon Spengler: Not necessarily. At that place's definitely a VERY SLIM chance we'll survive.
[pause while they consider this]
Dr. Peter Venkman: [slaps Ray] I love this plan! I'm excited to exist a part of it! LET'S DO IT!
Winston Zeddemore: [all get up to get fix] This job is definitely not worth $11,500 a twelvemonth.
Louis: [Louis, as the possessed Keymaster Vinz Clortho, runs out of Cardinal Park, scaring a married couple] I am the Keymaster! The Destructor is coming. Gozer the Traveler, the Destroyer.
[Louis pants and sniffs, then notices a horse carriage; horse neighs]
Louis: Gatekeeper.
[Walk over towards the horse]
Louis: I am Vinz, Vinz Clortho, Keymaster of Gozer. Volguus Zildrohar, Lord of the Sebouillia. Are yous the Gatekeeper?
Coachman: Hey, he pulls the wagon, I made the deals. You want a ride?
[the possessed Louis growls at the coachman with his red-glowing eyes]
Louis: [to the equus caballus] Wait for the sign. So our prisoners will be released.
[Runs amok, scaring bystanders; yelling]
Louis: You will perish in flame, you and all your kind! Gatekeeper!
Coachman: What an asshole.
Winston Zeddemore: Hey Ray. Do you believe in God?
Dr Ray Stantz: Never met him.
Winston Zeddemore: Yeah, well, I do. And I love Jesus'southward style, y'all know.
Dr Ray Stantz: The entire roof cap is made out of a magnesium-tungsten alloy...
Winston Zeddemore: What are you so involved with over there?
Dr Ray Stantz: These are the blueprints for structural ironwork of Dana Barret'southward apartment edifice, and they are very, very strange.
Winston Zeddemore: Hey Ray. Exercise you remember something in the bible about the terminal days when the dead would ascension from the grave?
Dr Ray Stantz: I recollect Revelations 6:12...?And I looked, and he opened the sixth seal, and behold, in that location was a great convulsion. And the sun became as black as sack cloth, and the moon became as blood."
Winston Zeddemore: "And the seas boiled and the skies fell."
Dr Ray Stantz: Judgement day.
Winston Zeddemore: Judgement day.
Dr Ray Stantz: Every aboriginal religion has its own myth about the terminate of the world.
Winston Zeddemore: Myth? Ray, has it ever occurred to you that possibly the reason we've been and so busy lately is 'cause the dead Accept been rising from the grave?
Dr Ray Stantz: [Suspension] How 'bout a piddling music?
Winston Zeddemore: Aye.
[clearing away tables in the dining room to make room for the ghost trap]
Dr. Raymond Stantz: I've gotta get this in the clear...!
Dr. Peter Venkman: Await, wait, expect! I've always wanted to do this...
[He yanks a tablecloth off of a table, overturning and shattering everything except the centerpiece in the middle]
Dr. Peter Venkman: [triumphantly] And the flowers are still standing!
Dr. Raymond Stantz: I tried to call back of the most harmless thing. Something I loved from my childhood. Something that could never ever possibly destroy united states of america. Mr. Stay Puft!
Dr. Peter Venkman: Nice thinkin', Ray.
[Dana Barrett has simply transformed into a demon]
Dr. Peter Venkman: OK... then... she's a dog...
[business organisation is terrible at Ghostbusters]
Janine Melnitz: [answers the phone] Hello, Ghostbusters... Yeah, of course they're serious... Y'all do?... You have?... No kidding! Just gimme the accost... Oh sure, they will be totally discreet. Cheers!
[hangs upwardly]
Janine Melnitz: Nosotros GOT ONE!
Dr. Peter Venkman: Egon, what do you think?
Dr. Egon Spengler: [looking upward and blinding Peter with his headlamp] She'due south telling the truth. At least, she thinks she is.
Dana Barrett: Well, of course I'yard telling the truth! Who would make up a story like that?
Dr. Peter Venkman: [becoming suave] Some are people who but want attending. Others, but nutballs who come up in off the street.
Dr. Raymond Stantz: You know what it could be? Past-life experience intruding on present fourth dimension.
Dr. Egon Spengler: Could be race retentiveness stored in the collective unconscious. I wouldn't rule out clairvoyance or telepathic contact either.
Dana Barrett: I'm lamentable, I don't believe in whatever of those things.
Dr. Peter Venkman: Well, that'southward all correct. I don't either.
[Dana has described seeing the demon Zuul in her refrigerator]
Dr. Peter Venkman: More often than not you don't see that kind of behavior in a major appliance.
Walter Peck: Concur it! I want this human being arrested! Captain, these men are in criminal violation of the Environmental Protection Act! And this explosion is a direct result of it!
Dr. Egon Spengler: YOUR Mother!
Dr. Peter Venkman: Hee hee hee! "Get her!" That was your whole plan, huh, "get her." Very scientific.
Dr. Peter Venkman: Janine, someone with your qualifications would have no trouble finding a acme-flight chore in either the food service or housekeeping industries.
[phone rings]
Dr. Peter Venkman: Yous gonna respond that?
Dr. Peter Venkman: Ray, pretend for a moment that I don't know anything almost metallurgy, engineering, or physics, and but tell me what the hell is going on.
Dr. Raymond Stantz: You lot never studied.
Dr. Peter Venkman: Permit me tell you lot something near myself. I come home from piece of work to my place and all I take is my work. At that place'south naught else in my life!
Dana Barrett: Dr. Venkman...
Dr. Peter Venkman: I meet yous, and I say, my God, there's someone with the same problem I have.
Dana Barrett: Aye. We both have the same problem. You!
Dr. Peter Venkman: I'one thousand gonna go for bankrupt. I am madly in love with you.
Dana Barrett: I don't believe this. Volition you please get out?
Dr. Peter Venkman: [to an invisible audience] And so she threw me out of her life. She thought I was a creep, she idea I was a geek, and she probably wasn't the first.
Dana Barrett: You are so odd.
Woman at Party: [coming upwards to Louis during political party] Practise you take any Excedrin or extra-strength Tylenol?
Louis: [opening cabinet] Gee, I think all I got is acetylsalicylic acid, generic. Meet, I can get half-dozen hundred tablets of that for the same price as three hundred of a name brand. That makes good fiscal sense, adept communication...
[takes platter back into living room]
Louis: Hey, this is real smoked salmon from Nova Scotia, Canada, $24.95 a pound! It only cost me $14.12 later tax, though.
[walks up to a hapless guest, speaking confidentially]
Louis: I'm givin' this whole thing equally a promotional expense, that's why I invited clients instead of friends. You havin' a expert fourth dimension, Mark?
[heads beyond the room, greeting other guests]
Louis: How y'all doing? Why don't you lot accept some of the brie, it'south at room temperature!
[to the Alpine Woman]
Louis: Yous call back information technology's too warm in hither for the brie?
Tall Woman at Party: [continuing] Louis, I'k going dwelling house.
Louis: Aw, don't go out all the same. Well, mind, maybe if nosotros offset dancing other people will join in!
Tall Woman at Party: [pauses] Okay!
[Louis and the Tall Adult female begin disco dancing. Suddenly the doorbell rings]
Louis: Oh, don't move, I just gotta get the door.
[opens door, greeting guests]
Louis: Ted! Annette! I'm glad you lot could come, how yous doin', give me your coats. Everybody, this is Ted and Annette Fleming! Ted has a pocket-size rug cleaning business in receivership; Annette's drawing a salary from a deferred bonus from two years ago! They got fifteen thousand left on the business firm at viii percent.
[throws the guests' coats in the closet, oblivious that they hit the demon Vinz Clortho hiding in that location]
Louis: Then they're okay! And then, does anybody wanna play Parcheesi?
[Vinz Clortho growls from inside the sleeping room]
Louis: [grinning] Okay, who brought the domestic dog?
[Dana, possessed by "The Gatekeeper," answers the door]
Dana Barrett: Are you the Keymaster?
Dr. Peter Venkman: Non that I know of.
[She slams the door in his face up. Venkman knocks over again]
Dana Barrett: Are you the Keymaster?
Dr. Peter Venkman: Aye. Actually I'm a friend of his, he asked me to come across him here.
[equally Dana puts strings on her cello, Ray is being interviewed past Joe Frankin on television]
Joe Franklin: As they say in T.V., I'm sure in that location'due south one big question on everybody's listen, and I imagine you are the human to reply that. How is Elvis, and have you seen him lately?
[Dana is possessed]
Dr. Peter Venkman: I make information technology a rule never to get involved with possessed people.
[Dana starts passionately making out with him, moaning audibly]
Dr. Peter Venkman: Actually, it's more of a guideline than a rule...
[Louis has been possessed by Vinz Clortho a.grand.a. The Keymaster]
Janine Melnitz: Do y'all want some java, Mr. Tulley?
Louis: [to Egon] Practice I?
Dr. Egon Spengler: Yes, have some.
Louis: [to Janine] Yes, have some.
Walter Peck: I'm Walter Peck, from the Ecology Protection?
[Venkman shakes hands with Peck and still has ectoplasm on his hands]
Walter Peck: Agency, the third district.
Dr. Peter Venkman: [Peck is wiping the ectoplasm on his jacket] Great, how's it going down at that place?
Walter Peck: Are you lot Peter Venkman?
Dr. Peter Venkman: Yes, I'thousand *Dr.* Venkman!
Walter Peck: Exactly what are y'all a doctor of, Mr. Venkman?
Dr. Peter Venkman: Well, I accept a PhD in parapsychology and psychology.
Walter Peck: And at present, you lot catch ghosts?
Dr. Peter Venkman: Yeah, you could say that.
Walter Peck: And how many ghosts take you caught, Mr. Venkman?
Dr. Peter Venkman: I'one thousand not at liberty to say.
Walter Peck: And where do y'all put these ghosts, one time you catch them?
Dr. Peter Venkman: Into a storage facility.
Walter Peck: And would this storage facility be located on these premises?
Dr. Peter Venkman: Yeah.
Walter Peck: And may I run into this storage facility?
Dr. Peter Venkman: No.
Walter Peck: And why not, Mr. Venkman?
Dr. Peter Venkman: Considering you did non use the magic give-and-take.
Walter Peck: What is the magic word, Mr. Venkman?
Dr. Peter Venkman: [looking surprised] Please!
Walter Peck: May I *please* run across the storage facility, Mr. Venkman?
Dr. Peter Venkman: Why do you lot want to see the storage facility?
Walter Peck: Because I'thou curious. I wanna know more about what you do here! Frankly, I've heard alot of wild stories in the media and we want to assess whatsoever possibility of dangerous and possibly chancy waste chemicals in your basement.
[Peck is angered]
Walter Peck: Now y'all either *testify me* what is downwards there, or I come back with a court guild.
Dr. Peter Venkman: [Venkman snaps dorsum] You go become a court social club, and I'll sue your funny ass for wrongful prosecution.
Walter Peck: You tin have it your way, Mr. Venkman.
Hotel Managing director: [snaps his finger] Mr. Smith, speedily. I desire that door open NOW!
[points at the guy]
Hotel Manager: Donald, stand over there.
Dr. Peter Venkman: [after capturing Slimer] We came, we saw, we kicked its ass.
Hotel Managing director: Did you come across information technology? What is it?
Dr. Raymond Stantz: [holding ghost trap like a rat by the tail] Nosotros got it.
Hotel Managing director: What is it? Will in that location be any more of them?
Dr. Raymond Stantz: Sir, what you had there is what we refer to as a focused, non-terminal, repeating phantasm or a grade-five full-roaming vapor. A real nasty one, too.
Dr. Peter Venkman: And now...
[Peter clears his pharynx]
Dr. Peter Venkman: ... allow's talk seriously. Now, for the entrapment, we're gonna have to ask you...
[Egon holds upward four fingers]
Dr. Peter Venkman: ... for four big ones, Four thousand dollars for that. Just we are having a special this week on proton charging and storage of the beast...
[Egon holds up one finger]
Dr. Peter Venkman: ... and that'due south only gonna come to grand dollars, fortunately.
Hotel Manager: 5 one thousand dollars? I had no idea it'd be so much. I won't pay information technology.
Dr. Peter Venkman: Well, that'due south all right. We can only put it correct back in there. Give thanks yous.
Dr. Raymond Stantz: Nosotros certainly can, Dr. Venkman.
[Ray turns back toward the ballroom]
Hotel Manager: [stopping Ray] No, no, NO! All correct. Anything.
Dr. Peter Venkman: [handing the manager a check] Thanks and so much.
Dr. Raymond Stantz: Thank yous. Promise we tin can help you again.
[as he, Peter and Egon leave the hotel, Ray calls out to the witnesses]
Dr. Raymond Stantz: Coming through! One class-five full-roaming vapor. Move 'em out.
[evaluating a site for their business organisation]
Dr. Peter Venkman: What practise you think, Egon?
Dr. Egon Spengler: I call back this building should be condemned. There's serious metal fatigue in all the load-begetting members, the wiring is substandard, it's completely inadequate for our ability needs, and the neighborhood is like a demilitarized zone.
Dr. Raymond Stantz: [shouting from the acme of a fireman's pole upstairs] Hey! Does this pole still piece of work?
[slides downward]
Dr. Raymond Stantz: Wow. This place is great! When can we movement in? You gotta try this pole. I'm gonna become my stuff. Hey! We should stay here, tonight. Sleep here. Y'all know, to endeavour it out.
[Venkman looks at Spengler. Spengler slowly shakes his head. Venkman turns to the real estate agent]
Dr. Peter Venkman: I think we'll take it.
[Janine opens the forepart door and sees a policeman]
Janine Melnitz: Dropping off or picking upward?
Winston Zeddemore: Hey, wait a infinitesimal. Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey! Hold it! Now, are nosotros actually gonna go earlier a federal judge, and tell him that some moldy Babylonian god is going to drib in on Central Park West, and beginning vehement up the city?
Dr. Egon Spengler: Sumerian, not Babylonian.
Dr. Peter Venkman: Yep. Big difference.
Winston Zeddemore: No offense, guys, just I've gotta get my own lawyer.
Dr. Peter Venkman: [surrounded by excited reporters during the montate sequence, which shows the Ghostbusters as a sudden popular culture craze] Xx-iv hours a day, seven days a week, no job is likewise big, no fee is as well large!
[a giant marshmallow man crashes through the streets of New York]
Dr. Peter Venkman: Well, there'southward something you don't see every day.
[in forepart of the library ghost, their starting time ghost sighting]
Dr. Peter Venkman: So... what do we do?
[Egon and Ray stare at each other in silence. Peter grabs Ray's ear]
Dr. Peter Venkman: Would you come over hither, please? That's it, c'mere Francine. What practise nosotros do?
[Egon pulls out a reckoner and starts punching in numbers. Peter slaps the machine out of Egon'southward hand]
Dr. Peter Venkman: End THAT!
[while trying to catch the Slimer, the Ghostbusters cause a lot of harm to the hotel with their free energy streams]
Dr. Peter Venkman: Whoa, whoa, whoa! Dainty shootin', Tex!
Dr. Peter Venkman: All correct, I'1000 gonna plough over the side by side menu. Concentrate... I want you to tell me what you think it is.
[Holds up the card]
Male Educatee: Uh, square.
Dr. Peter Venkman: Good guess, but incorrect.
[Turns over the card and zaps the male person student]
Dr. Peter Venkman: [to the female educatee] Okay,
[Holds up another card]
Dr. Peter Venkman: what is this?
Female Student: Is it a star?
Dr. Peter Venkman: It "is" a star,. very good.
Dr. Peter Venkman: [to the male student, and property upwards another bill of fare] Concentrate. Tell me what this is.
Male Student: Circle.
Dr. Peter Venkman: [Turns over the card] Ooohhh, Close. Merely most definately wrong.
[Zaps the male person student once more]
Dr. Peter Venkman: [to the female student] Clear your head.
[Holds up another card]
Dr. Peter Venkman: what is it?
Female person Pupil: A effigy 8.
Dr. Peter Venkman: That's five for five, yous can't see these can you?
Female Student: No.
Dr. Peter Venkman: You're not cheating me, are you lot?
Female Student: No. I swear, they're just coming to me.
Dr. Peter Venkman: [to the male student] Nervous?
Male Student: [Really is nervous] Yeah, I don't like this.
Dr. Peter Venkman: [Holds upwardly another carte] We've only got 75 more to go, c'mon what this 1.
Male person Educatee: [the card has iii wavy lines] It'south, a couple of wavy lines.
Dr. Peter Venkman: [All of a sudden puts card down] Sorry, this isn't your lucky solar day.
Male person Pupil: Yep, I...
[Peter'southward hand slowly reaches for the zapping trigger]
Male Pupil: I uh, uh, I uh, I uh.
[Zap]
Male Student: [Annoyed] I'm getting a picayune tired of this.
Dr. Peter Venkman: You volunteered, didn't yous? We're paying y'all, are we?
Male Educatee: Yes, but I didn't know you we're gonna be giving me electric shocks. What are trying to prove here, anyway.
Dr. Peter Venkman: I'm studying the issue on negative reinforcement on ESP ability.
Male Student: [Aggravated] Effect? I'll tell you the outcome is, it's pissing me off!
Janine Melnitz: I've seen Television set, I know you can't come in here without a warrant or writ or something!
Walter Peck: [holding up papers] Cease and desist all commerce order, seizure of bounds and chattels, ban on apply of public utilities for unauthorized waste matter handlers, and a federal entry and inspection order.
[pushes past her]
[surveying a wrecked apartment building corridor having climbed over xxx flights of stairs with his proton pack]
Dr. Egon Spengler: [casually] Fine art Deco, very nice.
Dr. Raymond Stantz: Well, this is great. If the ionization-rate is constant for all ectoplasmic entities, we tin really bust some heads... in a spiritual sense, of form.
[the Ghostbusters HQ blows up]
Louis: [possessed by Vinz Clortho a.k.a. The Keymaster] This is information technology! This is the sign!
Janine Melnitz: Yep, it'south a sign, all right. "Going out of business."
[Venkman arrives at 55 Central Park W, a few minutes after Louis was chased out by the demon Vinz Clortho]
Dr. Peter Venkman: [to a policeman] What happened?
Policeman at Apartment: Some moron brought a cougar to a party and it went berserk.
Dr. Peter Venkman: [the Ghostbusters are tiring as they climb twenty-two flights of stairs in their proton packs] Where are we?
Dr. Raymond Stantz: [gasps] Looks like nosotros're in the teens... somewhere.
Dr. Peter Venkman: Well, when we get to twenty, tell me... I'chiliad gonna throw up.
[Inspecting Dana's refrigerator for paranormal activeness]
Dr. Peter Venkman: Oh, my *God*. Wait at all the junk food!
Dana Barrett: No, goddammit. Look, this wasn't...
Dr. Peter Venkman: You really eat this stuff?
Dana Barrett: Wait, this wasn't here! There was *nothing* here! There was a infinite and at that place was a building or something with flames coming out of it, and there were creatures writhing around, and they were growling and snarling. And there were flames, and I heard a voice say "Zuul"! It was right here.
Dr. Peter Venkman: I'm sorry, I'm merely non getting whatever readings.
Dana Barrett: Well, are yous sure you're using that thing correctly?
Dr. Peter Venkman: Well, I... I call up so, only I'm sure there are no animals in there.
Dana Barrett: Well that'south corking. Either I have a monster in my kitchen or I'yard completely crazy.
Dr. Peter Venkman: [smiles] I don't think you're crazy.
Dana Barrett: [sarcastically] Oh, adept, that makes me feel so much amend.
Dr. Peter Venkman: I don't take to accept this abuse from you, I've got hundreds of people dying to abuse me.
Dr. Egon Spengler: [about the storage facility] I'grand worried, Ray. Information technology's getting crowded in in that location, and all my recent data points to something big on the horizon.
Winston Zeddemore: What do you mean "big"?
Dr. Egon Spengler: Well...
[Egon takes a Twinkie]
Dr. Egon Spengler: ...let's say this Twinkie represents the normal amount of psychokinetic energy in the New York area. Co-ordinate to this forenoon's sample, it would be a twinkie... 35 feet long and weighing approximately 600 pounds.
[Ray coughs, in disbelief]
Winston Zeddemore: That'due south a big Twinkie.
Dr. Raymond Stantz: Nosotros could on the verge of a fourfold cross-reap. A P.K.Eastward. surge of incredible, even unsafe proportions!
Dr. Raymond Stantz: This is a major disgrace - forget MIT or Stanford, now. They wouldn't bear upon united states with ten-meter cattle prod.
Dr. Peter Venkman: You're always concerned almost your reputation. Einstein did his all-time stuff when he was working as a patent clerk.
Dr. Raymond Stantz: You know how much a patent clerk earns?
Dr. Peter Venkman: No!
Dr. Raymond Stantz: Personally, I liked the university. They gave united states of america money and facilities - we didn't have to produce anything! You've never been out of college: you don't know what it's similar out there. I've worked in the private sector... they look results.
Dr. Peter Venkman: For any reasons, Ray - telephone call it fate, phone call information technology luck, telephone call it karma... I believe that everything happens for a reason. I believe that we were destined to get thrown out of this dump.
Dr. Raymond Stantz: For what purpose?
Dr. Peter Venkman: To go into business for ourselves.
[offers Ray a beverage, which he reluctantly accepts]
Dr. Raymond Stantz: This ecto containment system that Spengler and I have in mind is gonna require a load of staff of life to capitalize. Where are we gonna get the coin?
Dr. Peter Venkman: I don't know. I *don't* know.
Dr. Raymond Stantz: Hey, Dean Yeager! Are y'all moving us to a meliorate function on campus?
Dean Yeager: No, you're beingness moved off campus. The Board of Regents has decided to terminate your grant. You are to vacate these premises immediately.
Dr. Raymond Stantz: What?
Dr. Peter Venkman: This is preposterous. I need an explanation.
Dean Yeager: Fine. This academy will no longer proceed any funding of whatsoever kind of your group's activities.
Dr. Peter Venkman: Simply the kids dearest us!
Dean Yeager: Physician... Venkman. Nosotros believe that the purpose of science is to serve flesh. Yous, however, seem to regard science as some kind of dodge... or hustle. Your theories are the worst kind of popular tripe, your methods are sloppy, and your conclusions are highly questionable! You are a poor scientist, Dr. Venkman!
Dr. Peter Venkman: I run across.
Dean Yeager: And you have no place in this department, or this university.
Dr. Peter Venkman: [to the library ghost, as Spengler analyzes her with the P.Grand.E. Meter and Raymond takes photos] Hello! I'm Peter. Where are you from? Originally.
Library Ghost: Ssshh!
[returns to her reading]
Dr. Peter Venkman: [dejected; motions the others to move behind a bookcase] Alright, okay. The usual stuff isn't working.
Dr. Raymond Stantz: Okay, I have a plan. I know exactly what to do.
[they 'stealthily' emerge from behind the bookcase]
Dr. Raymond Stantz: [whispering] At present, stay close. Stay close. I know; do exactly as I say. Get ready! Prepare?
[excitedly]
Dr. Raymond Stantz: Become HER!
[the ghost transforms horrifically and snarls aggressively. The trio run abroad screaming, half in stupor, half in amazement]
Dr. Peter Venkman: [hands Egon a petri dish filled with ectoplasmic residue] Egon, your fungus.
[Louis is being chased past the demon Vinz Clortho]
Louis: [frightened] I'yard going bring this up with the Tenants' Association. Yous're not supposed to take pets in the building.
Male Student: [afterwards the beautiful female student has guessed 5 out of v cards right while he has "none"; actually he has one] What are you trying to prove here, anyway?
Dr. Peter Venkman: I'm studying the effects of negative reinforcement on ESP ability
Male person Student: The result? I'll tell you what the effect is, it's pissing me off!
Louis: Male child, the superintendent's gonna be pissed!
[Dana has been possessed by the demon Zuul]
Dr. Peter Venkman: I recall we can go her a guest shot on "Wild Kingdom." I merely whacked her up with about 300 cc's of Thorazaine... she's gonna take a little nap at present.
Dr. Peter Venkman: [looking at the temporary sign on Ghostbusters HQ while a worker is hanging it upward] You don't recollect it's too subtle, Marty, yous don't think people are going to drive down and not come across the sign?
[hears a siren budgeted and an old, gray station wagon pulls upward in the driveway]
Dr. Peter Venkman: Whoa! Whoa! You tin't park correct here!
[looks and sees Stantz in the commuter's seat]
Dr. Raymond Stantz: [gets out] Everybody tin relax, I found the car. Needs some suspension work and shocks. Brakes, brake pads, lining, steering box, transmission, rear-end.
Dr. Peter Venkman: How much?
Dr. Raymond Stantz: Only $4,800.
[Venkman looks shocked]
Dr. Raymond Stantz: Also new rings, mufflers, a little wiring.
Archbishop: Lenny, offically the church building won't take any postion with the religious implications of these phenomenons. Personally Lenny, I think information technology'southward a sign from God, but don't quote me on that.
Dr. Peter Venkman: I think that'southward a smart move, Mike.
Dana Barrett: [gets off the elevator and Louis comes out of his apartment]
Louis: Oh, Dana, information technology's you lot!
Dana Barrett: Oh hi. Yes Louis, it'southward me.
Louis: I idea information technology was the drugstore.
Dana Barrett: Oh, are y'all sick?
Louis: Oh! No, no, I'm fine, I feel bully! Just ordered some more than vitamins and stuff. I was just exercising. I taped a 20-minute workout and played it back at loftier speed on my machine and so information technology only took 10 minutes. I got a nifty workout.
Dana Barrett: Expert...
Louis: Y'all wanna come in for a mineral water or something?
Dana Barrett: Oh, I'd really like to, Louis, simply I take to get rehearsal now. Excuse me.
Louis: No sweat, I'll take a rain check on that. I always have plenty of depression sodium mineral h2o and other nutritious foods in the house. Simply you already know that.
Dana Barrett: [dryly] Yep, I know that...
Louis: Mind, that reminds me, I'thousand having a big party for all my clients, my fourth anniversary as an accountant, you know, and even though yous do your own tax return, which you shouldn't practise, I'd like you to stop by, being that yous're my neighbour and all.
Dana Barrett: [interrupting] Well cheers, Louis, I'll really effort to finish by.
Louis: Mind, that reminds me, yous shouldn't leave your Tv set on so loud when y'all exit. The creep down the hall phoned the manager.
Dana Barrett: That's foreign, I didn't realize I'd left it on.
[unlocks her door]
Louis: [droning on] Well yeah, you know what I did? I climbed on the ledge and tried to disconnect the cable, but I couldn't get in, then you lot know what I did? I turned my Boob tube up real loud likewise so everyone would think all our TVs had something wrong with them.
Dana Barrett: [abruptly closing her door] Bye, Louis.
Louis: [solitary again] Okay, so I'll run across you afterwards, huh? I'll give you a call! I'm going to get have a shower.
[tries to get back into his apartment but he's locked himself out]
Dean Yeager: Your theories are the worst kind of pop tripe, your methods are sloppy, and your conclusions are highly questionable. You are a poor scientist, Dr. Venkman!
Dr. Peter Venkman: [Walter Peck gets kicked out of the Mayor's Office] Bye! I'm gonna get him a nice fruit basket.
Dr. Peter Venkman: [Walter Peck storms out of room] I'm gonna miss him.
[Egon is running tests on Louis who has been possessed by Vince Clortho a.k.a. The Keymaster]
Janine Melnitz: [entering with Peck, Police Sergeant and Con Ed Man] Egon, I tried to terminate them. They say they accept a warrant.
Dr. Egon Spengler: Excuse me, this is private property.
Walter Peck: Shut this off; shut these all off.
Dr. Egon Spengler: I'm warning you. Turning off these machines would be extremely chancy.
Walter Peck: No, I'll tell *you* what'southward chancy. You're facing Federal prosecution for about a half dozen environmental violations. Now either you shut off these machines, or nosotros'll shut them off for you.
Dr. Egon Spengler: Try to understand, this a high voltage laser containment system. Simply turning information technology off would exist similar dropping a bomb on the urban center.
Walter Peck: Don't patronize me, I'm non grotesquely stupid, similar the people you've bilked!
Dr. Peter Venkman: [arriving, to the officeholder] At ease officer. I'k Peter Venkman. I'm a partner in this facility and I'm going to cooperate in whatever manner that I can.
Walter Peck: Forget information technology, Venkman. You had your chance to cooperate, but you though it would be more fun to insult me. Well, now it's my turn, wiseass.
Dr. Egon Spengler: He wants to shut downward the protection grid, Peter.
Dr. Peter Venkman: [to Peck] You close that matter downwardly, and *we* are not going to exist held responsible for whatsoever happens.
Walter Peck: Oh aye you will, I'll make sure you volition.
Dr. Peter Venkman: No, we won't be.
Walter Peck: [to the electrician] Shut it off.
Dr. Peter Venkman: [to the electrician] Don't close it off. I'grand warning ya.
Con Edison Man: I, I never seen anything like this before. I'm not sure...
Walter Peck: [interrupting] I'm not interested in your opinion, just shut it off.
Dr. Peter Venkman: [gets in electrician'southward way] My friend, don't be a jerk.
Police Sergeant: [gets in Peter's mode] Footstep aside.
Walter Peck: If he does that again, y'all tin shoot him.
Law Sergeant: You exercise *your* job, pencilneck. Don't tell me how to practise mine.
Dr. Peter Venkman: Thank you, officer.
Walter Peck: [aggravatingly shouting] Shut it off!
Dr. Raymond Stantz: Every ancient faith has its own myth about the end of the world.
Winston Zeddemore: Myth? Ray, has it e'er occurred to y'all that maybe the reason nosotros've been so decorated lately is because the expressionless HAVE been rising from the grave?
[long pause]
Dr. Raymond Stantz: [Turns on radio] How 'bout a little music?
[in jail, the Ghostbusters study the blueprints of Dana'south apartment building]
Dr. Egon Spengler: The construction of this roof cap is exactly like the kind of telemetry tracker that NASA uses to identify dead pulsars in deep space.
Dr. Raymond Stantz: Common cold-riveted girders with cores of pure selenium.
Dr. Peter Venkman: [to a cellmate looking over his shoulder blueprints] Everybody getting this so far?
[to Ray]
Dr. Peter Venkman: So what? I guess they just don't make them similar they used to.
Dr. Raymond Stantz: [impatiently slaps Peter on the forehead] No! Nobody *ever* made them like this! I mean, the architect was either a certified genius, or an authentic wacko!
Dr. Peter Venkman: Ray... for a moment, pretend that I don't know annihilation well-nigh metallurgy, engineering or physics, and just tell me what the hell is going on.
Dr. Raymond Stantz: You never studied. The whole building is a huge, superconductive antenna that was designed and congenital expressly for the purpose of pulling in and concentrating spiritual turbulence. Your girlfriend lives in the corner penthouse of spook central.
Dr. Peter Venkman: She's non my girlfriend. I find her interesting because she'southward a client and sleeps in a higher place her covers. *Four feet* above her covers. She barks, she drools, she claws...
Dr. Egon Spengler: It's non the daughter, Peter, it's the building. Something terrible is well-nigh to enter our globe, and this edifice is plain the door. The architect'south proper noun was Ivo Shandor. I establish it in Tobin'southward Spirit Guide. He was too a md. Performed a lot of unnecessary surgery. And and so, in 1920, he started a underground society...
Dr. Peter Venkman: Let me guess: Gozer worshipers.
Dr. Egon Spengler: Right.
Dr. Peter Venkman: [to Ray] No studying.
Dr. Egon Spengler: Later the Start World War, Shandor decided that society was likewise ill to survive.
[He pauses, glancing uneasily at the residue of the belongings jail cell crowd]
Dr. Egon Spengler: And he wasn't alone. He had close to a thousand followers when he died. They conducted rituals up on the roof, bizarre rituals intended to bring nigh the end of the earth. And now information technology looks like it may really happen.
[Silence]
Dr. Peter Venkman: [spins around to face some other of the inmates, and starts singing] And so be practiced, for goodness sake! Whoa... somebody's coming!
Dr. Peter Venkman: Equally a friend, I take to tell ya yous've finally gone around the bend on this ghost business. Y'all guys take been running your ass off, meetin' and greetin' every schizo in the v boroughs who says he has a paranormal experience. What take you lot seen?
Dr. Raymond Stantz: Of form you forget, Peter. I was present at an undersea, unexplained mass sponge migration.
Dr. Peter Venkman: Ray, the sponges migrated near a foot-and-a-one-half.
Dr. Peter Venkman: I'll take Miss Barrett back to her apartment and check her out.
[Dana Barrett looks up confused]
Dr. Peter Venkman: I'll go bank check out Miss Barrett'southward apartment. OK?
[Ray and Peter take been fired]
Dr. Raymond Stantz: This is a major disgrace. Forget MIT or Stanford now. They wouldn't bear on us with a ten-meter cattle prod.
Dr. Peter Venkman: Y'all're always so concerned well-nigh your reputation. Einstein did his best stuff when he was working as a patent clerk!
Dr. Raymond Stantz: Practise you know how much a patent clerk earns?
Dr. Peter Venkman: No!
Dr. Raymond Stantz: [training Winston] This is where we put all the vapors and entities and slimers that we trap. Quite simple really. Load a trap here, open, unlock the system. Insert the trap, release, close, lock the system. Set your entry grid, neutralize your field and... the light is green, the trap is make clean! The ghost is incarcerated here in our custom-fabricated storage facility.
Dr. Peter Venkman: oh, wait, wait, i've always wanted to exercise this! and...
[he yanks the tablecloth off of ane of the tables, upsetting and breaking everything except a vase of flowers on the center of the table]
Dr. Peter Venkman: [shouting while offscreen] the flowers are nevertheless standing!
Dr. Raymond Stantz: Gozer the Gozerian, skillful evening. As a duly designated representative of the urban center, canton, and state of New York, I gild you to cease any and all supernatural activity and render forthwith to your place of origin or to the nearest convenient parallel dimension.
Dr. Peter Venkman: [after capturing Slimer] We came, we saw, we've boot its ass.
Hotel Manager: You lot've seen it? What was it?
Dr. Raymond Stantz: We've got information technology.
[Holds upwards the smoking ghost trap]
Dr. Raymond Stantz: Sir, what we have here is what we call a not-repeating phantasm, or a class-5 free roaming vapor, existent nasty one also.
Dr. Peter Venkman: Okay.
[Clears throat]
Dr. Peter Venkman: Allow'southward talk serious, for the entrapment, we're gonna enquire you lot for four large ones $4,000 for that, but nosotros are having a special this week on proton charging, and storage of the beast, so we are gonna ask for $ane,000 fortunate.
Hotel Manager: $5,000 I had no idea it would be and then much, I won't pay information technology.
Dr. Peter Venkman: Oh, that'southward okay nosotros can just put it right back in there.
Dr. Raymond Stantz: We about certainly can, Dr. Venkman
Hotel Manager: [Stops Ray] No, no, NO! Annihilation.
[Peter hands the manager a check]
Dr. Raymond Stantz: Thank you. We hope that we can help you lot over again.
Dr Ray Stantz: [after Ray thinks of the Stay Puft Marshmallow Human being and information technology appears, stomping through New York City] I tried to call back of the most harmless affair. Something I loved from my babyhood. Something that could never, ever mayhap destroy us. Mr. Stay Puft.
Dr. Peter Venkman: Dainty thinking, Ray.
Dr. Raymond Stantz: [telling Winston, who is new to the team on how to place ghosts in the storage facility] This is where we store all the vapors and entities and slimers that we trap. Very simple, really. A loaded trap here... open, unlock the system... insert the trap... release... shut, lock the system. Gear up your entry grid... neutronize your field... and...
[Ray pulls a lever and the green light comes on]
Dr. Raymond Stantz: ...when the light is light-green, the trap is make clean. The ghost is incarcerated here in our custom-made storage facility.
Larry King: Hi, this is Larry Male monarch. The phone-in topic Today: "Ghosts and Ghostbusting." The controversy builds, more than sightings are reported, some maintain that these professional paranormal eliminators in New York are the cause of it all.
Casey Kasem: Still making headlines all beyond the country, the Ghostbusters are at it again. This time, at the fashionable dance club, "The Rose." The boys in gray slugged information technology out with a pretty pesky poltergeist, and then stayed on to trip the light fantastic the nighttime away with some of the lovely ladies who witnessed the disturbance. This is Casey Kasem. Now, on with the countdown.
Louis: [possessed by Vinz Clortho] I am The Keymaster!
Dana Barrett: [possessed by Zuul] I am The Gatekeeper!
Louis: [cornered by the the demon Vinz Clortho] Prissy doggy. Cute picayune pooch. Maybe I've got a Milk-Os.
[the Victorian Lady Ghost is floating in mid-air, reading a book]
Dr. Raymond Stantz: [excitedly] A total torso apparition, and it's existent.
Jail Guard: Okay, Ghostbusters. The mayor wants to meet yous guys. The whole island's going crazy. Permit'south get.
[unlocks cell door]
Dr. Peter Venkman: [to the other inmates] I gotta split. The mayor wants to rap with me nigh some things.
[alternate wording from cable TV version]
Dr. Raymond Stantz: Your laurels, our arrangement was working just fine until the ability filigree was turned off past wally wick hither.
Walter Peck: They caused an explosion!
Mayor: [to Venkman] Is this true?
Dr. Peter Venkman: Information technology'south true, your accolade. The man is some kind of rodent, I don't know which.
[Dana is at domicile doing exercises as she watches the news on television]
Roger Grimsby: Good morning, I'one thousand Roger Grimsby. Today, the entire Eastern Seaboard is alive with talk of incidents of paranormal activity. Declared ghost sightings and related supernatural occurances have been reported across the entire Tri-State expanse.
Dr. Raymond Stantz: Personally, I liked working for the university! They gave us coin and facilities. We didn't have to produce anything. You lot've never been out of college. You don't know what it's like out in that location! I've worked in the private sector... they await results!
[commencement lines]
Dr. Peter Venkman: All right, I'thou gonna turn over the next card. Concentrate... I desire yous to tell me what you recollect it is.
Janine Melnitz: [on the phone] Is it only a mist, or does it have arms and legs?
Television Reporter: [reporting on the Ghostbusters] Well, everybody's heard ghost stories around the campfire. Heck, my grandma used to spin yarns about a spectral locomotive that would rocket by the subcontract where she grew up! But now, as if some unforeseen authority...
Dr. Egon Spengler: Male child, information technology's getting crowded in there and my analysis points to something big on the horizon.
Winston Zeddemore: What exercise you mean "big"?
Dr. Egon Spengler: [Property a Twinkie] Allow's say this Twinkie represents all of the Psychokinetic Energy in the New York surface area. According to this morning time's sample, it'll be a Twinkie...... 35 feet long and weighing approximately 600 lbs.
Winston Zeddemore: [Ray coughs in disbelief] That's a large Twinkie.
Dr. Raymond Stantz: We can be on the verge of a four-fold cross rip. A PKE surge of incredible, even unsafe proportions.
Dr. Peter Venkman: [Coming in] We simply got a visit from the Environmental Protection Bureau. How's the grid holdin' upwardly?
Dr. Egon Spengler: It's not skillful.
Winston Zeddemore: [to Egon] Tell him about the Twinkie.
Dr. Peter Venkman: What almost the Twinkie?
[the Ghostbusters arrive at the Sedgewick Hotel in Ecto-i, fully decked out in compatible and gear]
Dr. Peter Venkman: [entering the main foyer] HEY, Everyone SEEN A GHOST?
[a pretty lady goes by. They all stare appreciatively. The Hotel Manager comes running upwardly behind them]
Hotel Manager: Thank you for coming so rapidly!
Dr. Peter Venkman: [startled] JESUS!
Hotel Manager: The guests are starting to ask questions and I'm running out of excuses.
Dr. Raymond Stantz: Has it happened before?
Hotel Director: Well, most of the original staff knows about the 12th flooring; the disturbances, I mean. Just it'south been repose for years! Up until two weeks agone. It was never, ever this bad, though!
Dr. Egon Spengler: Did y'all ever written report it to anyone?
Hotel Manager: Heavens, no!
Dr. Peter Venkman: Oh, no. You lot kidding?
Hotel Manager: The owners don't even like us to talk about it. I hope we can take intendance of this. Quietly! Tonight!
Dr. Raymond Stantz: Aye sir, don't worry. We handle this kind of affair all the fourth dimension!
Walter Peck: [after being striking by fifty gallons worth of melted marshmallow, screams hysterically] I Hate YOU, VENKMAN!
[the Ecto-1 is getting a police escort to Dana's apartment edifice]
Dr. Peter Venkman: Come up on! Allow's run some cerise lights!
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