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.
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: Do you ever have déjà vu, Mrs. Lancaster?
Mrs. Lancaster: I don't think so, but I could check with the kitchen.
Phil: What would you do if you were stuck in one place and every day was exactly the same, and nothing that you did mattered?
Ralph: That about sums it up for me.
Phil: You want a prediction about the weather, you're asking the wrong Phil. I'll give you a winter prediction: It's gonna be cold, it's gonna be grey, and it's gonna last you for the rest of your life.
Phil: This is one time where television really fails to capture the true excitement of a large squirrel predicting the weather.
Phil: When Chekhov saw the long winter, he saw a winter bleak and dark and bereft of hope. Yet we know that winter is just another step in the cycle of life. But standing here among the people of Punxsutawney and basking in the warmth of their hearths and hearts, I couldn't imagine a better fate than a long and lustrous winter.
Phil Connors: This is pitiful. A thousand people freezing their butts off waiting to worship a rat. What a hype. Groundhog Day used to mean something in this town. They used to pull the hog out, and they used to eat it. You're hypocrites, all of you.
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