Who you gonna call? Ghostbusters!
The Ghostbusters made seeing ghosts fun, and funny. When New York City is overrun with ghosts, the Ghostbusters save the day. Scientists Peter Venkman, Ray Stantz and Egon Spengler form the Ghostbusters, professional paranormal investigators and eliminators. They even have a Ghostbuster mobile.
Peter Venkman: I’m studying the effect of negative reinforcement on ESP ability
Peter: Back off, man. I’m a scientist.
Ray Stantz: Of course, Peter, you forget I was present at an undersea, unexplained mass sponge migration.
Peter: Oh Ray, the sponges migrated about a foot and a half.
Peter: Egon, this reminds me of the time you tried to drill hole through your head.
Egon: That would’ve worked if you hadn’t stopped me.
Ray: Just like the Philadelphia mass turbulence of 1947.
Peter: You’re right. No human being would stack books like this.
Ray: Listen! Do you smell something?
Ray: A full torso apparition. And it’s real!
Ray: Get her!
Peter: Get her. That was your whole plan? It was scientific.
Ray: I just got over excited. But wasn’t it incredible Pete? I mean we actually touched the etheric plane.
Ray: This is great. If the ionization rate is constant for all ectoplasmic entities, we could really bust some heads. In a spiritual sense, of course.
Peter: We are on the threshold of establishing the indispensable defense science of the next decade: Professional Paranormal Investigations and Eliminations.
Ray: You know, it’s just occurred to me we really haven’t had a completely successful test of this equipment.
Egon: I blame myself.
Peter: So do I.
Ray: Well, no sense in worrying about it now.
Pete: Why worry. Each of us is wearing an unlicensed nuclear accelerator on his back.
Ray: I think we better split up.
Egon: Good idea.
Peter: Yeah, we can do more damage that way.
Egon: Don’t cross the sreams.
Egon: It would be bad.
Pete: I’m fuzzy on the whole good/bad thing. What do you mean bad?
Egon: Try to imagine all life as you know it stopping instantaneously and every molecule in your body exploding at the speed of light.
Ray: Total protonic reversal.
Peter: Right, that’s bad. Ok. Alright, important safety tip. Thanks Egon.
Egon: Do you experience feelings of dread in your basement?
Peter: Have you or any of your family ever seen a spook, specter or ghost?
Ray: If the answer is yes, then don’t wait another minute. Pick up your phone and call the professionals.
Peter: They’re usually pretty stiff.
Dana: You’re more like a game show host.
Ray: Sir, what you had there was what we refer to as a focused, non-terminal, repeating phantasm, or a class-five full roaming vapor. Real nasty one, too.
Egon: Well, let’s say this Twinkie represents the normal amount of psychokinetic energy in the New York area. According to this morning’s sample, it would be a Twinkie 35 feet long, weighing approximately 600 pounds.
Winston Zeddmore: That’s a big Twinkie.
Louis Tully: I am Vinz. Vinz Clortho, Key master of Gozer, Volguus Zildrohar, Lord of the Sebouillia. Are you the Gatekeeper?
Egon: What sign are you waiting for?
Louis: Gozer The Traveler. He will come in one of the pre-chosen forms. During the rectification of the Vuldronaii, The Traveler came as a large and moving Torb. Then, during the third reconciliation of the last of the Meketrex supplicants, they chose a new form for him. That of a giant Sloar! Many Shubs and Zuuls knew what it was to be roasted in the depths of the Sloar that day, I can tell you.
Ray: Everything was fine with our system until the power grid was shut off by dickless here.
Mayor: Is this true?
Peter: Yes, it’s true. This man has no dick.
Peter: Well, you can believe Mr. Pecker.
Walter Peck: My name is Peck.
Peter: Or you could accept the fact that this city is headed for disaster of biblical proportions.
Mayor: What do mean, “biblical”?
Ray: What he means is Old Testament, Mr. Mayor. Real wrath-of-God type stuff. Fire and brimstone coming down from the skies. Rivers and seas boiling.
Egon: Forty years of darkness. Earthquakes. Volcanos.
Winston: The dead rising from the grave.
Peter: Human sacrifice. Dogs and cats living together. mass hysteria.
Ray: Hey, where do these stairs go?
Peter: They go up.
Peter: Okay…so…she’s a dog.
Ray: It just popped in there. It’s the Stay-Puft Marshmallow Man.
Ray: I tried to think of the most harmless thing. Something I loved from my childhood. Something that could never, ever possibly destroy us. Mr. Stay-Puft. We used to roast Stay Puft marshmallows by the fire at Camp Waconda.
Peter: Ray’s gone bye-bye Egon. What have you got left?
Egon: Sorry Venkman, I’m terrified beyond the capacity for rational thought.
Ray: Funny, us going out like this. Killed by a 100 foot marshmallow man.
Peter: See you on the other side Ray.
Ray: Nice working with you, Dr. Venkman.
Ray: You know, Mr. Tully, you are a most fortunate individual.
Louis: I know.
Ray: You have been a participant in the biggest inter-dimensional cross rip since the Tunguska Blast of 1909.
Louis: Felt great.
Egon: We’d like to get a sample of your brain tissue.
Winston: I love this town!