Ray - A Dispute Over Arrival Times
Fathead Newman:
Ray, this fool, Joe Adams, is trying to fine for me for being late.
Ray Charles:
What time did you get here?
Fathead Newman:
What? Just now. The band's still setting up. Jeff never...
Joe Adams:
I'm not Jeff.
Fathead Newman:
That's a fact, Jack.
Jeff Brown:
Ray, you said the band was my thing.
Ray Charles:
That's right, I did.
Jeff Brown:
Fathead, you go on back to rehearsal.
Fathead Newman:
Ray! You know how it is, you've been there.
Jeff Brown:
Fathead, go on now. I'll take care of this. Ray, you want to tell me what the hell is going on.
Joe Adams:
I'm not doing anything I haven't been asked to do. Ray's running a business. He shouldn't have to waste time hearing why people were late.
Jeff Brown:
I'm not talking to you, Joe. I'm talking to Ray.
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Ray - Struggles of Creativity and Survival in Music
Margie Hendricks:
Listen to that crap. I thought you said ABC wasn't gonna force that nothing on him.
Jeff Brown:
They didn't. It was Ray's idea. Something new.
Margie Hendricks:
Well, what are we then, Jeff? Something old?
Fathead Newman:
Yeah, what about us? We got to eat too.
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Ghostbusters: Afterlife - A Ghostbuster's Unexpected Encounter with a Prisoner
Ray Stantz:
Ray's Occult, and we're closed.
Phoebe:
Wait! I only get one phone call. I'm... in prison.
Ray:
The slammer, huh? Heh, been there myself. I'm no lawyer, but I'm listening.
Phoebe:
Are you Ray Stanz, the Ghostbuster?
Ray:
And now, I'm hanging up.
Phoebe:
Hang on, please! I'm calling about Egon Spengler.
Ray: [pauses]
Egon Spengler can rot in Hell.
Phoebe:
He died last week.
Ray:
Oh, man... No kidding.
Phoebe:
Weren't you two friends?
Ray:
That was a long time ago.
Phoebe:
What happened to you guys?
Ray:
Well, when we started, busting ghosts was a gas. The economy was good. Reagan years. People believed in us, then things got slow. Hauntings got thin. Venkman thought we did our job too well. Oh, we could barely keep up our mortgage. Some actor bought up most of Tribeca, and we lost the firehouse. It's a Starbucks now.
Phoebe:
So, then you all just walked away?
Ray:
Peter went back to academia. He's in SUNY Cortland now, he's a Professor Emeritus, he teaches advertising and promotion. Winston went into finance, he worked hard, coined a fortune. And I'm... here.
Phoebe:
Well... what about Egon?
Ray:
Well, he wasn't helping. We went from ten calls a week, to one, if we were lucky. Then Egon started to tell people their little ghost problems didn't matter because the world was coming to an end. He got spooky, freaked me out! One morning, I go to work, and Ecto-1, our old Cadillac, is gone. His neutronophone and collider pack, all the traps! Sixteen ounces of fuel isotope! All gone! He cleaned us out! Now we were the dead ones.
Phoebe:
Don't you think he might have had a reason?
Ray:
He phoned me, about ten years later. Some small town in Oklahoma. Kept rambling on about the rising storm. A huge psychic tornado that was going to consume humanity in darkness forever. And, kid, I wanted to believe him-
Phoebe:
You don't understand, there was this mountain, and it had these ancient carvings, and-
Ray:
Kid, kid, kid, there are a lot of mountains out there with ancient carvings. Take a little advice: don't go chasing ghosts.
Phoebe:
Egon Spengler was my grandfather.
Sheriff Domingo: [hangs up the phone]
Time's up.
Ray:
Hello?
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