Hinckley Never to Get His Foot in That Kind of Trap Again
Gozer: [later Ray orders her to re-locate] Are y'all 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 virtually off; people below scream]
Winston Zeddemore: Ray, when someone asks you lot if you're a god, you say "YES"!
Dr. Peter Venkman: All right! This chick is TOAST!
[Egon is running tests on Louis, who has been possessed by Vinz Clortho and is at present the Keymaster]
Dr. Egon Spengler: Vinz, you said earlier you were waiting for a sign. What sign are yous waiting for?
Louis: Gozer the Traveler. He will come in one of the pre-called forms. During the rectification of the Vuldrini, the traveler came every bit a large and moving Torg! Then, during the third reconciliation of the last of the McKetrick supplicants, they chose a new grade for him: that of a giant Slor! Many Shuvs and Zuuls knew what it was to be roasted in the depths of the Slor that twenty-four hours, I can tell you!
Janine Melnitz: Exercise you believe in UFOs, astral projections, mental telepathy, ESP, clairvoyance, spirit photography, telekinetic move, full trance mediums, the Loch Ness monster and the theory of Atlantis?
Winston Zeddemore: Ah, if there's a steady paycheck in it, I'll believe anything you say.
Dr. Raymond Stantz: Personally, I liked the university. They gave the states money and facilities, nosotros didn't take to produce anything! You lot've never been out of higher! You don't know what it's similar out in that location! I've WORKED in the private sector. They expect *results*.
Dr. Peter Venkman: We've been going virtually this all wrong. This Mr. Stay Puft'due south okay! He'due south a sailor, he's in New York; nosotros get this guy laid, nosotros won't take whatsoever trouble!
Dana Barrett: [equally The Gatekeeper] I want you within me.
Dr. Peter Venkman: [referring to her radical change in personality] Become alee! No, I can't. Information technology sounds similar you lot've got at least 2 or three people in there already.
Dr. Raymond Stantz: Symmetrical book stacking. But similar the Philadelphia mass turbulence of 1947.
Dr. Peter Venkman: You're correct, no HUMAN BEING would stack books like this.
Dr. Peter Venkman: What I'd actually like to do is talk to Dana. Dana? Information technology's Peter.
Dana Barrett: There is no Dana, at that place is only Zuul.
Dr. Peter Venkman: Oh, Zuulie, you nut, now c'mon. Just relax, c'mon. I want to talk to Dana. Dana, Dana. Tin I talk to Dana?
Dana Barrett: [in an inhuman demonic voice] There is no Dana, but Zuul!
Dr. Peter Venkman: What a lovely singing voice yous must have.
[Persuading the mayor to let them stop a supernatural upheaval]
Dr. Peter Venkman: If I'1000 incorrect, cipher happens! We get to jail - peacefully, quietly. We'll enjoy it! Just if I'g *right*, and we *tin* stop this thing... Lenny, you will have saved the lives of millions of registered voters.
Winston Zeddemore: I'm Winston Zeddmore, Your Honour. I've only been with the company for a couple of weeks, merely these things are real. Since I joined these men, I've seen shit that'll turn you 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 activeness and return forthwith to your identify of origin or to the nearest convenient parallel dimension.
Dr. Peter Venkman: [Sarcastically] That oughta exercise it. Thank you very much, Ray.
Janine Melnitz: You're very handy, I can tell. I bet you like to read a lot, likewise.
Dr. Egon Spengler: Impress is expressionless.
Janine Melnitz: Oh, that'south very fascinating to me. I read a lot myself. Some people think I'm too intellectual only I think it's a fabulous way to spend your spare time. I also play raquetball. Practice 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 period 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 united states, you're gonna endanger our client - the nice lady, who paid united states of america in advance, before she became a dog...
Dr. Egon Spengler: Not necessarily. There'south 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 be a function of it! LET'S Practise IT!
Winston Zeddemore: [all get up to become ready] This job is definitely not worth $11,500 a year.
Louis: [Louis, as the possessed Keymaster Vinz Clortho, runs out of Fundamental 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 railroad vehicle; 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 you the Gatekeeper?
Coachman: Hey, he pulls the wagon, I fabricated the deals. Y'all want a ride?
[the possessed Louis growls at the coachman with his cherry-glowing optics]
Louis: [to the horse] Wait for the sign. Then 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. Practice y'all believe in God?
Dr Ray Stantz: Never met him.
Winston Zeddemore: Yeah, well, I exercise. And I love Jesus'south style, you lot know.
Dr Ray Stantz: The entire roof cap is fabricated 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'due south apartment building, and they are very, very strange.
Winston Zeddemore: Hey Ray. Do y'all call back something in the bible nigh the last days when the dead would ascent from the grave?
Dr Ray Stantz: I remember Revelations 6:12...?And I looked, and he opened the sixth seal, and behold, in that location was a great earthquake. And the sunday 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: Sentence solar day.
Winston Zeddemore: Judgement twenty-four hours.
Dr Ray Stantz: Every ancient religion has its own myth about the end of the world.
Winston Zeddemore: Myth? Ray, has it ever occurred to you that maybe the reason nosotros've been and so decorated lately is 'cause the expressionless HAVE been rising from the grave?
Dr Ray Stantz: [Pause] How 'bout a little music?
Winston Zeddemore: Yeah.
[clearing abroad tables in the dining room to brand room for the ghost trap]
Dr. Raymond Stantz: I've gotta get this in the clear...!
Dr. Peter Venkman: Wait, wait, look! I've always wanted to do this...
[He yanks a tablecloth off of a table, overturning and shattering everything except the centerpiece in the centre]
Dr. Peter Venkman: [triumphantly] And the flowers are still standing!
Dr. Raymond Stantz: I tried to recollect of the nearly harmless thing. Something I loved from my childhood. Something that could never ever maybe destroy us. Mr. Stay Puft!
Dr. Peter Venkman: Prissy thinkin', Ray.
[Dana Barrett has simply transformed into a demon]
Dr. Peter Venkman: OK... so... she's a dog...
[business is terrible at Ghostbusters]
Janine Melnitz: [answers the telephone] Hello, Ghostbusters... Yes, of grade they're serious... You do?... You have?... No kidding! Just gimme the address... Oh sure, they will be totally discreet. Thanks!
[hangs upwards]
Janine Melnitz: We GOT One!
Dr. Peter Venkman: Egon, what do yous think?
Dr. Egon Spengler: [looking up and blinding Peter with his headlamp] She's telling the truth. At least, she thinks she is.
Dana Barrett: Well, of form I'm telling the truth! Who would make up a story similar that?
Dr. Peter Venkman: [condign suave] Some are people who just want attention. Others, just nutballs who come up in off the street.
Dr. Raymond Stantz: You lot know what information technology could be? Past-life experience intruding on present time.
Dr. Egon Spengler: Could be race memory stored in the collective unconscious. I wouldn't rule out clairvoyance or telepathic contact either.
Dana Barrett: I'm distressing, I don't believe in any of those things.
Dr. Peter Venkman: Well, that'south all right. I don't either.
[Dana has described seeing the demon Zuul in her fridge]
Dr. Peter Venkman: Generally yous don't see that kind of behavior in a major apparatus.
Walter Peck: Hold it! I want this man arrested! Helm, these men are in criminal violation of the Environmental Protection Deed! And this explosion is a direct result of information technology!
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 problem finding a top-flying chore in either the nutrient service or housekeeping industries.
[telephone rings]
Dr. Peter Venkman: You gonna answer that?
Dr. Peter Venkman: Ray, pretend for a moment that I don't know annihilation near metallurgy, engineering, or physics, and just tell me what the hell is going on.
Dr. Raymond Stantz: You never studied.
Dr. Peter Venkman: Allow me tell yous something about myself. I come dwelling from work to my place and all I take is my work. There's nothing else in my life!
Dana Barrett: Dr. Venkman...
Dr. Peter Venkman: I encounter you, and I say, my God, in that location's someone with the same problem I have.
Dana Barrett: Yep. Nosotros both have the same problem. Yous!
Dr. Peter Venkman: I'k gonna go for broke. I am madly in dearest with you.
Dana Barrett: I don't believe this. Will you please leave?
Dr. Peter Venkman: [to an invisible audience] And then she threw me out of her life. She thought I was a creep, she thought I was a geek, and she probably wasn't the first.
Dana Barrett: Yous are so odd.
Woman at Party: [coming up to Louis during party] Do you take whatsoever Excedrin or actress-strength Tylenol?
Louis: [opening chiffonier] Gee, I think all I got is acetylsalicylic acid, generic. See, I tin can go six hundred tablets of that for the aforementioned toll as three hundred of a proper name brand. That makes good fiscal sense, good advice...
[takes platter back into living room]
Louis: Hey, this is real smoked salmon from Nova Scotia, Canada, $24.95 a pound! It merely cost me $fourteen.12 after revenue enhancement, though.
[walks up to a hapless guest, speaking confidentially]
Louis: I'k givin' this whole thing every bit a promotional expense, that'southward why I invited clients instead of friends. You havin' a proficient fourth dimension, Mark?
[heads across the room, greeting other guests]
Louis: How you doing? Why don't you have some of the brie, it'southward at room temperature!
[to the Tall Woman]
Louis: You think it's too warm in hither for the brie?
Tall Woman at Party: [standing] Louis, I'thousand going home.
Louis: Aw, don't leave yet. Well, mind, peradventure if we outset dancing other people volition join in!
Tall Woman at Party: [pauses] Okay!
[Louis and the Alpine Woman begin disco dancing. Of a sudden the doorbell rings]
Louis: Oh, don't move, I just gotta go the door.
[opens door, greeting guests]
Louis: Ted! Annette! I'm glad you could come, how you lot doin', give me your coats. Everybody, this is Ted and Annette Fleming! Ted has a pocket-sized carpeting cleaning business in receivership; Annette's cartoon a salary from a deferred bonus from ii years ago! They got xv m left on the house at viii per centum.
[throws the guests' coats in the closet, oblivious that they hitting the demon Vinz Clortho hiding there]
Louis: So they're okay! And then, does everyone wanna play Parcheesi?
[Vinz Clortho growls from inside the bedroom]
Louis: [grin] Okay, who brought the dog?
[Dana, possessed by "The Gatekeeper," answers the door]
Dana Barrett: Are yous the Keymaster?
Dr. Peter Venkman: Not that I know of.
[She slams the door in his confront. Venkman knocks over again]
Dana Barrett: Are you the Keymaster?
Dr. Peter Venkman: Yep. Actually I'one thousand a friend of his, he asked me to run across him here.
[as Dana puts strings on her cello, Ray is being interviewed by Joe Frankin on television]
Joe Franklin: As they say in T.V., I'k sure in that location'southward i large question on everybody'southward mind, and I imagine yous are the man to answer 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: Really, information technology's more of a guideline than a rule...
[Louis has been possessed by Vinz Clortho a.chiliad.a. The Keymaster]
Janine Melnitz: Exercise you desire some coffee, Mr. Tulley?
Louis: [to Egon] Practice I?
Dr. Egon Spengler: Yes, have some.
Louis: [to Janine] Yes, have some.
Walter Peck: I'yard Walter Peck, from the Environmental Protection?
[Venkman shakes hands with Peck and still has ectoplasm on his easily]
Walter Peck: Agency, the 3rd district.
Dr. Peter Venkman: [Peck is wiping the ectoplasm on his jacket] Great, how'due south it going down there?
Walter Peck: Are you Peter Venkman?
Dr. Peter Venkman: Yes, I'm *Doctor* Venkman!
Walter Peck: Exactly what are you a medico of, Mr. Venkman?
Dr. Peter Venkman: Well, I have a PhD in parapsychology and psychology.
Walter Peck: And now, you take hold of ghosts?
Dr. Peter Venkman: Yep, y'all could say that.
Walter Peck: And how many ghosts have y'all caught, Mr. Venkman?
Dr. Peter Venkman: I'm not at liberty to say.
Walter Peck: And where do y'all put these ghosts, once you grab them?
Dr. Peter Venkman: Into a storage facility.
Walter Peck: And would this storage facility be located on these bounds?
Dr. Peter Venkman: Yes.
Walter Peck: And may I see this storage facility?
Dr. Peter Venkman: No.
Walter Peck: And why not, Mr. Venkman?
Dr. Peter Venkman: Because yous did not use the magic word.
Walter Peck: What is the magic word, Mr. Venkman?
Dr. Peter Venkman: [looking surprised] Please!
Walter Peck: May I *please* run into the storage facility, Mr. Venkman?
Dr. Peter Venkman: Why do y'all want to come across the storage facility?
Walter Peck: Because I'm curious. I wanna know more than about what yous practice hither! Frankly, I've heard alot of wild stories in the media and nosotros want to assess whatsoever possibility of dangerous and possibly hazardous waste chemicals in your basement.
[Peck is angered]
Walter Peck: Now yous either *evidence me* what is downward there, or I come back with a court order.
Dr. Peter Venkman: [Venkman snaps back] You go get a courtroom order, and I'll sue your funny donkey for wrongful prosecution.
Walter Peck: Y'all can have it your way, Mr. Venkman.
Hotel Manager: [snaps his finger] Mr. Smith, quickly. I want that door open At present!
[points at the guy]
Hotel Manager: Donald, stand up over there.
Dr. Peter Venkman: [after capturing Slimer] We came, we saw, we kicked its donkey.
Hotel Manager: Did you come across it? What is it?
Dr. Raymond Stantz: [belongings ghost trap like a rat by the tail] We got information technology.
Hotel Manager: What is it? Will in that location exist whatsoever more of them?
Dr. Raymond Stantz: Sir, what you had there is what nosotros refer to as a focused, non-terminal, repeating phantasm or a form-five full-roaming vapor. A real nasty 1, besides.
Dr. Peter Venkman: And now...
[Peter clears his throat]
Dr. Peter Venkman: ... allow's talk seriously. Now, for the entrapment, nosotros're gonna have to inquire you...
[Egon holds up four fingers]
Dr. Peter Venkman: ... for four big ones, Iv thousand dollars for that. But we are having a special this week on proton charging and storage of the beast...
[Egon holds upward one finger]
Dr. Peter Venkman: ... and that'due south only gonna come to ane thousand dollars, fortunately.
Hotel Manager: V thousand dollars? I had no thought it'd be so much. I won't pay information technology.
Dr. Peter Venkman: Well, that's all correct. We can but put information technology right back in there. Thanks.
Dr. Raymond Stantz: Nosotros certainly tin can, Dr. Venkman.
[Ray turns back toward the ballroom]
Hotel Managing director: [stopping Ray] No, no, NO! All right. Annihilation.
Dr. Peter Venkman: [handing the manager a check] Thanks so much.
Dr. Raymond Stantz: Thank you. Promise nosotros 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]
Dr. Peter Venkman: What do you think, Egon?
Dr. Egon Spengler: I think this building should be condemned. There's serious metallic fatigue in all the load-bearing members, the wiring is substandard, it's completely inadequate for our power needs, and the neighborhood is like a demilitarized zone.
Dr. Raymond Stantz: [shouting from the superlative of a fireman'south pole upstairs] Hey! Does this pole even so piece of work?
[slides down]
Dr. Raymond Stantz: Wow. This place is swell! When tin can we motility in? Yous gotta endeavor this pole. I'm gonna get my stuff. Hey! Nosotros should stay here, this evening. Slumber here. You know, to try it out.
[Venkman looks at Spengler. Spengler slowly shakes his caput. Venkman turns to the real estate agent]
Dr. Peter Venkman: I call back nosotros'll take it.
[Janine opens the front door and sees a policeman]
Janine Melnitz: Dropping off or picking up?
Winston Zeddemore: Hey, wait a minute. Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey! Hold information technology! Now, are nosotros actually gonna go earlier a federal judge, and tell him that some moldy Babylonian god is going to driblet in on Fundamental Park West, and starting time violent up the city?
Dr. Egon Spengler: Sumerian, not Babylonian.
Dr. Peter Venkman: Yeah. Large difference.
Winston Zeddemore: No law-breaking, guys, but I've gotta get my ain lawyer.
Dr. Peter Venkman: [surrounded by excited reporters during the montate sequence, which shows the Ghostbusters as a sudden popular culture craze] 20-4 hours a twenty-four hours, seven days a week, no job is too large, no fee is as well big!
[a giant marshmallow man crashes through the streets of New York]
Dr. Peter Venkman: Well, there's something y'all don't run into every mean solar day.
[in front of the library ghost, their first ghost sighting]
Dr. Peter Venkman: Then... what exercise we do?
[Egon and Ray stare at each other in silence. Peter grabs Ray'due south ear]
Dr. Peter Venkman: Would you come over here, please? That's it, c'mere Francine. What practise we do?
[Egon pulls out a calculator and starts punching in numbers. Peter slaps the motorcar out of Egon's hand]
Dr. Peter Venkman: STOP THAT!
[while trying to take hold of the Slimer, the Ghostbusters cause a lot of damage to the hotel with their energy streams]
Dr. Peter Venkman: Whoa, whoa, whoa! Nice shootin', Tex!
Dr. Peter Venkman: All right, I'k gonna turn over the next card. Concentrate... I desire you to tell me what you lot think it is.
[Holds up the card]
Male person Student: Uh, square.
Dr. Peter Venkman: Good guess, just wrong.
[Turns over the card and zaps the male student]
Dr. Peter Venkman: [to the female student] Okay,
[Holds upwards 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 pupil, and property up another card] Concentrate. Tell me what this is.
Male Student: Circle.
Dr. Peter Venkman: [Turns over the card] Ooohhh, Close. But most definately wrong.
[Zaps the male pupil once again]
Dr. Peter Venkman: [to the female pupil] Clear your head.
[Holds upwards another carte]
Dr. Peter Venkman: what is it?
Female Student: A figure viii.
Dr. Peter Venkman: That's v for 5, you tin can't run across these tin can you?
Female person Student: No.
Dr. Peter Venkman: You're not cheating me, are you?
Female Educatee: No. I swear, they're simply coming to me.
Dr. Peter Venkman: [to the male student] Nervous?
Male person Pupil: [Really is nervous] Yeah, I don't like this.
Dr. Peter Venkman: [Holds up some other bill of fare] We've only got 75 more to go, c'monday what this i.
Male Student: [the card has three wavy lines] It'south, a couple of wavy lines.
Dr. Peter Venkman: [Suddenly puts carte du jour down] Sad, this isn't your lucky mean solar day.
Male person Student: Yeah, I...
[Peter's hand slowly reaches for the zapping trigger]
Male Pupil: I uh, uh, I uh, I uh.
[Zap]
Male Educatee: [Annoyed] I'm getting a little tired of this.
Dr. Peter Venkman: Yous volunteered, didn't yous? We're paying you, are we?
Male Educatee: Yeah, but I didn't know yous we're gonna exist giving me electric shocks. What are trying to prove here, anyhow.
Dr. Peter Venkman: I'm studying the effect on negative reinforcement on ESP power.
Male person Educatee: [Aggravated] Consequence? I'll tell y'all the upshot is, it'due south pissing me off!
Janine Melnitz: I've seen TV, I know you can't come in hither without a warrant or writ or something!
Walter Peck: [holding up papers] Cease and desist all commerce order, seizure of premises and chattels, ban on use of public utilities for unauthorized waste material handlers, and a federal entry and inspection guild.
[pushes past her]
[surveying a wrecked apartment edifice corridor having climbed over xxx flights of stairs with his proton pack]
Dr. Egon Spengler: [casually] Art Deco, very nice.
Dr. Raymond Stantz: Well, this is smashing. If the ionization-rate is abiding for all ectoplasmic entities, we tin can actually bust some heads... in a spiritual sense, of course.
[the Ghostbusters HQ blows upwards]
Louis: [possessed by Vinz Clortho a.g.a. The Keymaster] This is it! This is the sign!
Janine Melnitz: Yeah, it's a sign, all right. "Going out of business."
[Venkman arrives at 55 Central Park West, a few minutes afterward 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 similar nosotros're in the teens... somewhere.
Dr. Peter Venkman: Well, when we go to twenty, tell me... I'm gonna throw up.
[Inspecting Dana's refrigerator for paranormal activity]
Dr. Peter Venkman: Oh, my *God*. Look at all the junk food!
Dana Barrett: No, goddammit. Await, this wasn't...
Dr. Peter Venkman: Yous really eat this stuff?
Dana Barrett: Await, this wasn't here! There was *nothing* here! There was a infinite and at that place was a edifice 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"! Information technology was right hither.
Dr. Peter Venkman: I'thou sorry, I'thou just not getting whatsoever readings.
Dana Barrett: Well, are you sure you're using that matter correctly?
Dr. Peter Venkman: Well, I... I remember so, merely I'1000 certain in that location are no animals in there.
Dana Barrett: Well that's nifty. Either I accept a monster in my kitchen or I'm completely crazy.
Dr. Peter Venkman: [smiles] I don't recollect you're crazy.
Dana Barrett: [sarcastically] Oh, skilful, that makes me experience so much better.
Dr. Peter Venkman: I don't have to take this abuse from you, I've got hundreds of people dying to corruption me.
Dr. Egon Spengler: [nearly the storage facility] I'm worried, Ray. It's getting crowded in at that place, and all my recent information points to something big on the horizon.
Winston Zeddemore: What do yous mean "big"?
Dr. Egon Spengler: Well...
[Egon takes a Twinkie]
Dr. Egon Spengler: ...let's say this Twinkie represents the normal corporeality of psychokinetic energy in the New York area. According to this morning time's sample, information technology would be a twinkie... 35 anxiety long and weighing approximately 600 pounds.
[Ray coughs, in disbelief]
Winston Zeddemore: That's a big Twinkie.
Dr. Raymond Stantz: We could on the verge of a fourfold cross-reap. A P.K.E. surge of incredible, fifty-fifty dangerous proportions!
Dr. Raymond Stantz: This is a major disgrace - forget MIT or Stanford, now. They wouldn't touch us with ten-meter cattle prod.
Dr. Peter Venkman: You're e'er concerned about your reputation. 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: No!
Dr. Raymond Stantz: Personally, I liked the academy. 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'south like out at that place. I've worked in the private sector... they wait results.
Dr. Peter Venkman: For whatever reasons, Ray - call information technology fate, call it luck, 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 drink, which he reluctantly accepts]
Dr. Raymond Stantz: This ecto containment system that Spengler and I have in mind is gonna require a load of bread to capitalize. Where are nosotros gonna get the money?
Dr. Peter Venkman: I don't know. I *don't* know.
Dr. Raymond Stantz: Hey, Dean Yeager! Are you lot moving united states of america to a better office on campus?
Dean Yeager: No, you're being moved off campus. The Board of Regents has decided to cease your grant. You are to vacate these premises immediately.
Dr. Raymond Stantz: What?
Dr. Peter Venkman: This is preposterous. I demand an explanation.
Dean Yeager: Fine. This university volition no longer go along any funding of any kind of your group's activities.
Dr. Peter Venkman: But the kids honey us!
Dean Yeager: Doc... Venkman. We believe that the purpose of scientific discipline is to serve flesh. Yous, nevertheless, seem to regard science as some kind of dodge... or hustle. 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: I meet.
Dean Yeager: And you have no place in this section, or this academy.
Dr. Peter Venkman: [to the library ghost, as Spengler analyzes her with the P.K.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 backside a bookcase] Alright, okay. The usual stuff isn't working.
Dr. Raymond Stantz: Okay, I have a program. I know exactly what to do.
[they 'stealthily' emerge from backside the bookcase]
Dr. Raymond Stantz: [whispering] Now, stay close. Stay close. I know; do exactly every bit I say. Get ready! Prepare?
[excitedly]
Dr. Raymond Stantz: GET HER!
[the ghost transforms horrifically and snarls aggressively. The trio run away screaming, half in stupor, half in amazement]
Dr. Peter Venkman: [hands Egon a petri dish filled with ectoplasmic residue] Egon, your mucus.
[Louis is beingness chased by the demon Vinz Clortho]
Louis: [frightened] I'thou going bring this upwards with the Tenants' Clan. You're not supposed to have pets in the building.
Male Student: [subsequently the beautiful female student has guessed v out of v cards right while he has "none"; actually he has one] What are you lot trying to prove here, anyway?
Dr. Peter Venkman: I'one thousand studying the effects of negative reinforcement on ESP ability
Male Educatee: The effect? I'll tell you what the outcome is, information technology's pissing me off!
Louis: Boy, the superintendent'southward gonna be pissed!
[Dana has been possessed past the demon Zuul]
Dr. Peter Venkman: I remember we can get her a invitee shot on "Wild Kingdom." I merely whacked her up with almost 300 cc's of Thorazaine... she'due south gonna have a little nap at present.
Dr. Peter Venkman: [looking at the temporary sign on Ghostbusters HQ while a worker is hanging information technology upwards] You lot don't recall it'due south too subtle, Marty, you don't think people are going to bulldoze down and not come across the sign?
[hears a siren approaching and an sometime, gray station carriage pulls up in the driveway]
Dr. Peter Venkman: Whoa! Whoa! Y'all tin can't park correct here!
[looks and sees Stantz in the driver's seat]
Dr. Raymond Stantz: [gets out] Everybody tin relax, I plant the car. Needs some suspension work and shocks. Brakes, brake pads, lining, steering box, manual, 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 it's a sign from God, but don't quote me on that.
Dr. Peter Venkman: I think that's a smart move, Mike.
Dana Barrett: [gets off the lift and Louis comes out of his apartment]
Louis: Oh, Dana, it's yous!
Dana Barrett: Oh hi. Yep Louis, it's me.
Louis: I thought information technology was the drugstore.
Dana Barrett: Oh, are yous sick?
Louis: Oh! No, no, I'm fine, I feel smashing! Just ordered some more vitamins and stuff. I was just exercising. I taped a twenty-minute conditioning and played it back at high speed on my machine so it only took x minutes. I got a great conditioning.
Dana Barrett: Skillful...
Louis: You wanna come in for a mineral water or something?
Dana Barrett: Oh, I'd actually like to, Louis, but I have to go rehearsal now. Excuse me.
Louis: No sweat, I'll accept a rain check on that. I ever have plenty of low sodium mineral water and other nutritious foods in the firm. But you already know that.
Dana Barrett: [dryly] Yeah, I know that...
Louis: Mind, that reminds me, I'1000 having a big party for all my clients, my fourth anniversary as an accountant, y'all know, and even though you do your own tax render, which you shouldn't practise, I'd like y'all to terminate by, being that you're my neighbor and all.
Dana Barrett: [interrupting] Well give thanks you, Louis, I'll really try to stop by.
Louis: Heed, that reminds me, you shouldn't get out your Goggle box on and then loud when yous go out. The creep down the hall phoned the manager.
Dana Barrett: That'due south strange, I didn't realize I'd left it on.
[unlocks her door]
Louis: [dawdling on] Well aye, you know what I did? I climbed on the ledge and tried to disconnect the cable, but I couldn't get in, so you know what I did? I turned my TV up real loud too so anybody would think all our TVs had something wrong with them.
Dana Barrett: [abruptly closing her door] Goodbye, Louis.
Louis: [solitary once again] Okay, so I'll meet y'all afterward, huh? I'll give you a call! I'k going to go take a shower.
[tries to go back into his apartment only he's locked himself out]
Dean Yeager: 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: [Walter Peck gets kicked out of the Mayor's Part] 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.thou.a. The Keymaster]
Janine Melnitz: [entering with Peck, Police Sergeant and Con Ed Human] Egon, I tried to stop them. They say they accept a warrant.
Dr. Egon Spengler: Excuse me, this is individual belongings.
Walter Peck: Shut this off; shut these all off.
Dr. Egon Spengler: I'm alarm you lot. Turning off these machines would be extremely hazardous.
Walter Peck: No, I'll tell *you* what'south hazardous. You're facing Federal prosecution for nearly a half-dozen ecology violations. Now either y'all shut off these machines, or we'll close them off for y'all.
Dr. Egon Spengler: Try to understand, this a high voltage light amplification by stimulated emission of radiation containment system. Simply turning it off would be similar dropping a bomb on the city.
Walter Peck: Don't patronize me, I'm not grotesquely stupid, similar the people you've bilked!
Dr. Peter Venkman: [arriving, to the officer] At ease officer. I'1000 Peter Venkman. I'yard a partner in this facility and I'grand going to cooperate in any manner that I tin can.
Walter Peck: Forget information technology, Venkman. Yous had your chance to cooperate, but you though it would exist more fun to insult me. Well, now it's my turn, wiseass.
Dr. Egon Spengler: He wants to close downwardly the protection grid, Peter.
Dr. Peter Venkman: [to Peck] You shut that thing down, and *we* are not going to be held responsible for whatever happens.
Walter Peck: Oh yeah y'all will, I'll brand sure you lot will.
Dr. Peter Venkman: No, nosotros won't exist.
Walter Peck: [to the electrician] Close information technology off.
Dr. Peter Venkman: [to the electrician] Don't shut it off. I'yard warning ya.
Con Edison Man: I, I never seen anything like this before. I'm not sure...
Walter Peck: [interrupting] I'k not interested in your opinion, just shut it off.
Dr. Peter Venkman: [gets in electrician's way] My friend, don't be a jerk.
Police Sergeant: [gets in Peter'due south way] Step aside.
Walter Peck: If he does that again, you can shoot him.
Police force Sergeant: Y'all practise *your* chore, pencilneck. Don't tell me how to do mine.
Dr. Peter Venkman: Thank you, officer.
Walter Peck: [aggravatingly shouting] Shut information technology off!
Dr. Raymond Stantz: Every ancient organized religion has its own myth about the terminate of the world.
Winston Zeddemore: Myth? Ray, has it always occurred to y'all that maybe the reason we've been and so decorated lately is because the dead HAVE been rising from the grave?
[long suspension]
Dr. Raymond Stantz: [Turns on radio] How 'bout a footling music?
[in jail, the Ghostbusters report the blueprints of Dana's flat building]
Dr. Egon Spengler: The structure 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: And so what? I guess they but don't make them like they used to.
Dr. Raymond Stantz: [impatiently slaps Peter on the forehead] No! Nobody *ever* made them like this! I hateful, the architect was either a certified genius, or an authentic wacko!
Dr. Peter Venkman: Ray... for a moment, pretend that I don't know anything about metallurgy, engineering or physics, and just tell me what the hell is going on.
Dr. Raymond Stantz: You lot 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 cardinal.
Dr. Peter Venkman: She's not my girlfriend. I notice her interesting because she'due south a client and sleeps above her covers. *Four feet* above her covers. She barks, she drools, she claws...
Dr. Egon Spengler: It's not the girl, Peter, information technology's the edifice. Something terrible is nigh to enter our world, and this building is plainly the door. The builder's proper name was Ivo Shandor. I found it in Tobin's Spirit Guide. He was also a medico. Performed a lot of unnecessary surgery. And then, in 1920, he started a hugger-mugger society...
Dr. Peter Venkman: Let me approximate: Gozer worshipers.
Dr. Egon Spengler: Correct.
Dr. Peter Venkman: [to Ray] No studying.
Dr. Egon Spengler: Later on the First World War, Shandor decided that guild was also sick to survive.
[He pauses, glancing uneasily at the rest of the holding prison cell crowd]
Dr. Egon Spengler: And he wasn't lone. He had close to a thousand followers when he died. They conducted rituals up on the roof, bizarre rituals intended to bring about the finish of the globe. And now it looks like it may actually happen.
[Silence]
Dr. Peter Venkman: [spins around to face another of the inmates, and starts singing] So be good, for goodness sake! Whoa... somebody'south coming!
Dr. Peter Venkman: Equally a friend, I take to tell ya y'all've finally gone around the bend on this ghost business organization. You guys have been running your ass off, meetin' and greetin' every schizo in the five boroughs who says he has a paranormal experience. What have you seen?
Dr. Raymond Stantz: Of form you forget, Peter. I was nowadays at an undersea, unexplained mass sponge migration.
Dr. Peter Venkman: Ray, the sponges migrated nearly a foot-and-a-half.
Dr. Peter Venkman: I'll take Miss Barrett back to her apartment and cheque her out.
[Dana Barrett looks upwardly dislocated]
Dr. Peter Venkman: I'll go cheque out Miss Barrett's apartment. OK?
[Ray and Peter have been fired]
Dr. Raymond Stantz: This is a major disgrace. Forget MIT or Stanford at present. They wouldn't affect us with a ten-meter cattle prod.
Dr. Peter Venkman: Y'all're ever and so concerned near your reputation. Einstein did his all-time stuff when he was working as a patent clerk!
Dr. Raymond Stantz: Do yous know how much a patent clerk earns?
Dr. Peter Venkman: No!
Dr. Raymond Stantz: [grooming Winston] This is where we put all the vapors and entities and slimers that we trap. Quite simple actually. 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 low-cal is green, the trap is make clean! The ghost is incarcerated here in our custom-made storage facility.
Dr. Peter Venkman: oh, expect, wait, i've e'er wanted to practice this! and...
[he yanks the tablecloth off of one 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 still continuing!
Dr. Raymond Stantz: Gozer the Gozerian, expert evening. Every bit a duly designated representative of the city, county, and state of New York, I guild you to cease any and all supernatural activity and return forthwith to your identify of origin or to the nearest convenient parallel dimension.
Dr. Peter Venkman: [after capturing Slimer] Nosotros came, we saw, we've boot its donkey.
Hotel Director: Yous've seen it? What was it?
Dr. Raymond Stantz: We've got it.
[Holds up the smoking ghost trap]
Dr. Raymond Stantz: Sir, what we have here is what we call a non-repeating phantasm, or a class-5 costless roaming vapor, real nasty one besides.
Dr. Peter Venkman: Okay.
[Clears throat]
Dr. Peter Venkman: Let'south talk serious, for the entrapment, we're gonna ask you for 4 big ones $4,000 for that, but we are having a special this week on proton charging, and storage of the beast, and so we are gonna ask for $1,000 fortunate.
Hotel Managing director: $five,000 I had no idea it would be then much, I won't pay it.
Dr. Peter Venkman: Oh, that'south okay we can but put information technology right back in there.
Dr. Raymond Stantz: We virtually certainly tin can, Dr. Venkman
Hotel Managing director: [Stops Ray] No, no, NO! Annihilation.
[Peter hands the director a check]
Dr. Raymond Stantz: Thank you lot. We hope that we tin assistance you again.
Dr Ray Stantz: [later on Ray thinks of the Stay Puft Marshmallow Human being and it appears, stomping through New York City] I tried to think of the most harmless matter. Something I loved from my childhood. Something that could never, always possibly destroy us. Mr. Stay Puft.
Dr. Peter Venkman: Squeamish 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 nosotros store all the vapors and entities and slimers that nosotros trap. Very uncomplicated, really. A loaded trap here... open, unlock the system... insert the trap... release... close, lock the system. Set your entry grid... neutronize your field... and...
[Ray pulls a lever and the green calorie-free comes on]
Dr. Raymond Stantz: ...when the light is dark-green, the trap is clean. The ghost is incarcerated here in our custom-fabricated storage facility.
Larry King: Hi, this is Larry King. The phone-in topic Today: "Ghosts and Ghostbusting." The controversy builds, more than sightings are reported, some maintain that these professional person paranormal eliminators in New York are the cause of information technology all.
Casey Kasem: Still making headlines all across the country, the Ghostbusters are at it again. This time, at the fashionable dance club, "The Rose." The boys in gray slugged it out with a pretty pesky poltergeist, then stayed on to dance the dark 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 past Zuul] I am The Gatekeeper!
Louis: [cornered by the the demon Vinz Clortho] Squeamish doggy. Cute footling pooch. Maybe I've got a Milk-Bone.
[the Victorian Lady Ghost is floating in mid-air, reading a volume]
Dr. Raymond Stantz: [excitedly] A full torso apparition, and information technology's real.
Jail Guard: Okay, Ghostbusters. The mayor wants to see you guys. The whole island's going crazy. Let's go.
[unlocks cell door]
Dr. Peter Venkman: [to the other inmates] I gotta split. The mayor wants to rap with me about some things.
[alternate diction from cable TV version]
Dr. Raymond Stantz: Your honor, our organisation was working only fine until the power filigree was turned off by wally wick here.
Walter Peck: They acquired an explosion!
Mayor: [to Venkman] Is this true?
Dr. Peter Venkman: Information technology'southward true, your award. The man is some kind of rodent, I don't know which.
[Dana is at home doing exercises as she watches the news on telly]
Roger Grimsby: Skillful morn, I'm Roger Grimsby. Today, the entire Eastern Seaboard is alive with talk of incidents of paranormal action. Alleged ghost sightings and related supernatural occurances accept been reported beyond the entire Tri-Country expanse.
Dr. Raymond Stantz: Personally, I liked working for the university! They gave united states of america coin and facilities. We didn't have to produce anything. You've never been out of college. Yous don't know what information technology's like out there! I've worked in the private sector... they expect results!
[first lines]
Dr. Peter Venkman: All right, I'thou gonna turn over the next card. Concentrate... I want yous to tell me what you call up it is.
Janine Melnitz: [on the phone] Is it simply a mist, or does it have artillery and legs?
Television receiver Reporter: [reporting on the Ghostbusters] Well, everybody's heard ghost stories around the campfire. Heck, my grandma used to spin yarns almost a spectral locomotive that would rocket past the subcontract where she grew up! Merely at present, as if some unforeseen authorisation...
Dr. Egon Spengler: Boy, it's getting crowded in at that place and my assay points to something big on the horizon.
Winston Zeddemore: What practice y'all hateful "big"?
Dr. Egon Spengler: [Holding a Twinkie] Permit's say this Twinkie represents all of the Psychokinetic Energy in the New York area. Co-ordinate to this morn's sample, information technology'll be a Twinkie...... 35 anxiety long and weighing approximately 600 lbs.
Winston Zeddemore: [Ray coughs in atheism] That'due south a large Twinkie.
Dr. Raymond Stantz: We tin can be on the verge of a 4-fold cross rip. A PKE surge of incredible, even dangerous proportions.
Dr. Peter Venkman: [Coming in] We but got a visit from the Environmental Protection Agency. How's the grid holdin' up?
Dr. Egon Spengler: It'southward not good.
Winston Zeddemore: [to Egon] Tell him about the Twinkie.
Dr. Peter Venkman: What about the Twinkie?
[the Ghostbusters arrive at the Sedgewick Hotel in Ecto-1, fully decked out in uniform and gear]
Dr. Peter Venkman: [entering the main lobby] HEY, Everyone SEEN A GHOST?
[a pretty lady goes by. They all stare appreciatively. The Hotel Director comes running up backside them]
Hotel Managing director: Thank you for coming and then quickly!
Dr. Peter Venkman: [startled] JESUS!
Hotel Director: The guests are starting to ask questions and I'thou running out of excuses.
Dr. Raymond Stantz: Has information technology happened before?
Hotel Manager: Well, most of the original staff knows about the twelfth floor; the disturbances, I mean. Only it's been repose for years! Upward until two weeks agone. Information technology was never, ever this bad, though!
Dr. Egon Spengler: Did you ever written report it to anyone?
Hotel Manager: Heavens, no!
Dr. Peter Venkman: Oh, no. Y'all kidding?
Hotel Managing director: The owners don't even like us to talk nearly it. I hope we can take care of this. Quietly! Tonight!
Dr. Raymond Stantz: Yes sir, don't worry. We handle this kind of thing all the time!
Walter Peck: [later being hitting by fifty gallons worth of melted marshmallow, screams hysterically] I Detest YOU, VENKMAN!
[the Ecto-1 is getting a police force escort to Dana's apartment edifice]
Dr. Peter Venkman: Come up on! Let's run some ruby lights!
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