Dr. Peter Venkman:
"What I'd really like to do is talk to Dana. Dana? It's Peter."
"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?"
[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 Ray Stantz:
"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!"