Bill Murray (back to the B list / M list)

Carl Spackler: So I jump ship in Hong Kong and make my way over to Tibet, and I get on as a looper at a course over in the Himalayas. A looper, you know, a caddy, a looper, a jock. So, I tell them I'm a pro jock, and who do you think they give me? The Dalai Lama, himself. Twelfth son of the Lama. The flowing robes, the grace, bald. striking. So, I'm on the first tee with him. I give him the driver. He hauls off and whacks one - big hitter, the Lama - long, into a ten-thousand foot crevice, right at the base of this glacier. And do you know what the Lama says? Gunga galunga gunga - gunga galunga. So we finish the eighteenth and he's gonna stiff me. And I say, "Hey, Lama, hey, how about a little something, you know, for the effort, you know." And he says, "Oh, uh, there won't be any money, but when you die, on your deathbed, you will receive total consiousness." So I got that goin' for me, which is nice.

Sandy MacReedy: I want you to kill every gopher on the course.

Carl Spackler: Correct me if I'm wrong, Sandy, but if I kill all the golfers they're gonna lock me up and throw away the key.

Sandy MacReedy: Gophers! You great git! Not golfers! The little brown furry rodents!

Carl Spackler: We can do that. We don't even have to have a reason.

Pete: Go get 'er Ray!

[Ray hesitates.]

Ray: Gozer, the Gozerian, good evening. As a duly designated representative of the city, county and state of New York, I hereby order to return forthwith to your place of orgin or to the nearest parallel dimension.

Pete: That oughtta do it, thanks very much Ray!

Peter Venkman: We came, we saw, we kicked its ass.

Peter Venkman: Let's show this prehistoric bitch how we do things downtown.

Peter Venkman: Get her?! That was the plan? Get her?!

Peter Venkman: Dogs and cats living together! Mass hysteria!

Dana: You don't act like a scientist.

Peter Venkman: Most of them are pretty stiff.

Dana: You're more like a game show host.

Ray Stantz: Where do these stairs go?

Peter Venkman: They go up.

Ray Stantz: Everything was fine with our system until the power grid was shut off by dickless here.

Walter Peck: They caused an explosion!

Mayor: Is this true?

Peter Venkman: Yes it's true. This man has no dick.

Ray Stantz: We should split up.

Peter Venkman: Good idea. We can do more damage that way.

Prosecutor: So what you're saying is that the world of the supernatural is your exclusive province?

Peter Venkman: Kitten, I think what I'm saying is that, sometimes, shit happens, someone has to deal with it, and who ya gonna call?

Dr. Peter Venkman: Kinda makes you wonder, doesn't it?

Winston Zeddemore: Wonder what?

Dr. Peter Venkman: Whether she's naked under that toga. She *is* French. You know that.

Jack Hardemeyer: I'm Jack Hardemeyer, I'm the mayor's assistant. I know who you are Dr. Venkman, I just don't see any ghosts anywhere.

Peter Venkman: Well that's why I wanted to talk to his Highness. See, we did a little job for the city a while back and we got stiffed on the bill by some bureaucratic bookworm like yourself.

Jack Hardemeyer: Look, you stay away from the mayor. He's running for governor next fall and the last thing we need is for him to be associated with two-bit frauds and publicity hounds like you and your friends.

Peter Venkman: You know, I'm a voter. Aren't you supposed to lie to me and kiss my butt?

Phil Connors: What if there is no tomorrow? There wasn't one today!

Little Rock: Do you have any regrets?

Bill Murray: Garfield maybe.