Dr. Peter Venkman:"I like her because I think she's interesting. She sleeps above her covers. . .FOUR FEET above her covers. She drools, she growls, she claws..."
Dr. Egon Spengler:"Let's say this twinkie represents the normal amount of psychokenetic energy in New York City. According to this morning's sample, it would be a twinkie . . .35 feet wide and weighing 600 pounds."
Gozer: Are you a God?
Dr Ray Stantz: No.
Gozer: Then... DIE!
Winston Zeddemore: Ray, when someone asks you
if you're a *God*, you say "YES"!
Dr. Peter Venkman: Nimble little minx, in't she?
Dr. Peter Venkman: This city is headed for a disaster
of biblical proportions.
Mayor: What do you mean, "biblical"?
Dr Ray Stantz: What he means is Old Testament,
Mr. Mayor, real wrath-of-God type stuff.
Dr. Peter Venkman: Exactly.
Dr Ray Stantz: Fire and brimstone coming down
from the skies. Rivers and seas boiling.
Dr. Egon Spengler: Forty years of darkness. Earthquakes,
volcanoes...
Winston Zeddemore: The dead rising from the grave.
Dr. Peter Venkman: Human sacrifice, dogs and
cats living together - mass hysteria.
Dr. Peter Venkman: Someone blows their nose and you want to keep it?
Dr Ray Stantz: I think we'd better split up.
Dr. Egon Spengler: Good idea.
Dr. Peter Venkman: Yeah... we can do more damage
that way.
Janine Melnitz: WE GOT ONE!
Dr. Peter Venkman: Ray has gone bye-bye, Egon...
what've you got left?
Dr. Egon Spengler: Sorry, Venkman, I'm terrified
beyond the capacity for rational thought.
Dr. Peter Venkman: Hee hee hee. "Get her." That was your whole plan, huh, "get her." Very scientific.
Dr. Peter Venkman: We came, we saw, we kicked its ass.
Dr Ray Stantz: Listen... do you smell something?
Dr. Peter Venkman: I don't have to take this abuse from you, I've got hundreds of people dying to abuse me.
Dr. Peter Venkman: So, she's a dog...
Dr. Peter Venkman: He slimed me.