Peter Venkman: Get her?! That was your plan? Get her?!
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: You know, it's just occurred to me, we really haven't had a completely successful test of this equipment.
Egon Spengler: I blame myself.
Peter Venkman: So do I.
Ray Stantz: Well, no sense in worrying about it now.
Peter Venkman: Why worry? Each of us is wearing an unlicensed nuclear accelerator on his back.
Peter Venkman: Human sacrifice, dogs and cats living together! Mass hysteria!
Peter Venkman: Or, you can believe Mr. Pecker.
Walter Peck: My name is Peck.
Peter Venkman: We came, we saw, we kicked its ass!
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: We should split up.
Peter Venkman: Good idea. We can do more damage that way.
Peter Venkman: Let's show this prehistoric bitch how we do things downtown.
Peter Venkman: We've been going about this whole thing all wrong. This Mr. Stay Puft is OK. He's a sailor. He's in New York. We get this guy laid, we won't have any trouble.
Dana Barrett: Are you the key master?
Peter Venkman: Not that I know of.
[Dana slams the door. Peter tries to look through the eyehole. He knocks on the door and she opens it.] Dana Barrett: Are you the key master?
Peter Venkman: Yes.
Peter Venkman: I'm gonna go for broke. I am madly in love with you.
Dana: I don't believe this. Would you please leave?
Peter Venkman: And then she threw me out of her life. She thought I was creep. She thought I was a geek, and she probably wasn't the first.
Peter Venkman: I get it! Oh! Very cute. Whatever we think of. If we think of J. Edgar Hoover, J. Edgar Hoover's gonna appear and destroy us.
Peter Venkman: Oh my god. Look at all the junk food!
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?
Dana Barrett: Don't put any of those old, cheap moves on me, okay?
Dr. Peter Venkman: No, no, no...
Dana Barrett: It's different...?
Dr. Peter Venkman: I have all new cheap moves. (00:54:00)
Phil Connors: What if there is no tomorrow? There wasn't one today!
Phil: I killed myself so many times I don't even exist anymore.
