Dr. Peter Venkman:
What I'd really like to do is talk to Dana. Dana? It's Peter.
Dana Barrett:
There is no Dana, there 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. Can I talk to Dana?
Dana Barrett:
[in an inhuman demonic voice]
There is no Dana, only Zuul!
Dr. Peter Venkman:
What a lovely singing voice you must have.
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!
Mayor:
All right, all right! I get the point!
[clearing away tables in the dining room to make room for the ghost trap]
Dr. Ray Stantz:
I've gotta get this in the clear...!
Dr. Peter Venkman:
Wait, wait, wait! 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!