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! River 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 car...! 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!