Oh! You're here.
Oh,
this is big, Peter. This is very
big.
There's
definitely something here.
It's moving!
It's
here.
It's a woman.
Ready.
I
wouldn't say the experience was completely
wasted. Based on these new readings, I
think
we have an excellent chance of
actually
catching a ghost and holding it
indefinitely.
I'm always
serious.
Just
for your information, Ray, the interest
payments
alone for the first five years come
to
over $75,000.
It's 9,642.55
square feet.
Our courteous
and efficient staff is on call
24
hours a day to serve all your supernatural
elimination
needs.
Print is dead.
Is that a
game?
I collect
spores, molds and fungus.
I think it's
the food of the future.
She's telling
the truth -- or at least she
thinks
she is.
Or even a race memory, stored in
the collective unconscious. And I
wouldn't rule out clairvoyance or telepathic contact either.
You're a
Scorpio with your moon in Leo and Aquarius
rising.
Did you see
anything?
I blame
myself.
We'd better
adjust our streams.
Something was
definitely here.
Were
you recently in the bathroom?
The wet
towels, residual moisture on your
lower
limbs and hair, the redness in your
cheeks
indicating ...
When
you were in the bathroom, did you
notice
anything that was yellow and
unusually
smelly?
Ray! Where are you? Are you all right?
Ray! It's here! It
just went into the Banquet Room on the third floor.
Wait! Wait! There's something I forgot to
tell
you.
Don't
cross the beams.
Trust
me. It will be bad.
It's
hard to explain, but try to imagine
all
life as you know it stopping
instantaneously
and finding yourself
confined
forever in another dimension.
Don't cross
them! Watch it!
Easy ... Easy
... I'm going to throw in my
trap
now.
He's in here.
They're not
guns. They're particle throwers.
I
couldn't do that. You might hurt
someone.
On
Earth -- no. But on Krypton we
could
slice
him up like Oscar Mayer Bologna.
Neutronize. System shut.
I've
got to sleep.
I'm
worried, Ray. It's getting crowded
in
there. And all my recent data points to
something
big on the bottom.
Well,
let's say this Twinkie represents the
normal
amount of psychokinetic energy in the
New
York area. According to this
morning's
PKE
sample, the current level in the city
would
be a Twinkie 35 feet long weighing
approximately
six hundred pounds.
Bring him
inside, Officer.
I am Egon,
Creature of Earth,
Doctor
of Physics, Graduate of M.I.T.
Yes, have
some.
Vinz,
what sign are you waiting for?
Hello?
What
is it?
Does she want
to be?
Some. I just met the Keymaster. He's here
with
me now.
Venkman? Are you there?
I
agree.
All right. I'll try.
All
right, Peter. Good night.
Die in what
sense?
I
don't care. I see us as tiny parts
of a
vast
organism, like two bacteria living on
a
rotting speck of dust floating in an
infinite
void.
You
have nice clavicles.
I
wonder where Stantz is. I think
we're
going
to need him.
You can see
what's inside through the monitor
if you wish.
He
wants to shut down the storage grid.
No ... no
water. There's nothing you can do.
The storage facility blew. This one ...
...
shut off the protection grid.
Oh, shit!
If you don't shut
up I'm going to rip out your septum.
And look at
this, Peter. Cold-riveted
girders with selenium cores.
Of course! Ivo
Shandor, I saw his name in Tobin's
SPIRIT GUIDE. He started a secret
society in 1920. Yes. After the
First World War Shandor decided that society was too sick to survive. And he wasn't alone. He had close to a thousand followers
when he died. They conducted
rituals, bizarre rituals, intended to bring about the end of the world.
Who?
You talked to
Gozer?
Sumarian --
not Babylonian,
What is it?
I don't
believe in luck.
Thank you.
It's Shandor -
the architect!
Not
necessarily.
I think he's saying that since we're about to be sacrificed
anyway, we get to choose the form we want him to take.
That appears to be the case.
No.
Full-stream with strogon pulse.
No! Them! Shoot them!
Cross the beams.
Life is just a state of mind.
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