Ghostbusters II (1989) - Quotes

Taglines: We're back!

Taglines: The Superstars of the Supernatural are back. And this time, it's no marshmallow roast.

Taglines: Be ready to believe us.

Taglines: Guess who's coming to save the world again?

Winston Zeddemore: [sees the Vigo painting] Hey fellas! You wanna take a look at this?

Dr. Ray Stantz: Wow!

Dr. Egon Spengler: [[w:Renaissance|Early Renaissance; [w:Raphael|Raphael; [w:Piero della Francesca|Piero della Francesca] ], I think. ], or ]?

Dr. Peter Venkman: No, I believe it's one of the Fettuccinis.

Vigo: Now we become one.

Crowd: Should auld acquaintance be forgot, and ne'er brought to mind...

Dr. Raymond Stantz: Where's that singing coming from?

Winston Zeddemore: The people outside!

Crowd: If auld acquaintance be forgot, remember Auld Lang Syne!

Dr. Egon Spengler: He's weakening! The singing is neutralizing the slime!

Stantz: I can move!

Spengler: He's back in the painting!

Dr. Egon Spengler: We're running out of time, Ray, it's almost midnight. Can't you make her go any faster?

Ray Stantz: I'm afraid the vibrations will shake her to pieces. We should have padded her feet!

Egon: I don't think they make Nikes in her size, Ray.

Dr. Peter Venkman: Don't worry, she's tough. She's a harbor chick!

Ray: Sorry, my fault!

Mayor Lenny: What the hell is going on? It's pandemonium out there!

Jack Hardemeyer: Yes, I know. We're working on it!

Mayor Lenny: [giving up] Great. While you're working on it, I'm going down as the mayor who let New York get sucked down into the tenth level of hell! All right, we got no choice. Call the Ghostbusters.

Jack Hardemeyer: [eyes widen] Wait! Uh...Now, I'm sure there's another way.

Mayor Lenny: [aggravated; forceful tone] Jack, I spent an hour last night in my bedroom talking to Fiorello LaGuardia, and he's been dead for 40 years! Now where are the Ghostbusters?

Jack Hardemeyer: Uh, they're not available.

Mayor Lenny: [confused] What do you mean they're not available?

Jack Hardemeyer: [confessing] Well, I had them committed to the psychiatric ward at Parkview Hospital.

Mayor Lenny: [shocked and angry] You WHAT?!

Jack Hardemeyer: They were threatening to go to the press! I was protecting your interests!

Mayor: Oh yeah?!

Jack Hardemeyer: Uh-huh!

Mayor Lenny: Well, you can stop protecting my interests! You have exactly three minutes to clear out! You're fired!

Jack Hardemeyer: [shocked] But the election! You're making a big mistake, Mr. Mayor!

Mayor Lenny: [ignoring Hardemeyer] Harry! Remove this man from the building! And get me the Ghostbusters!

NYPD Officer: [to colleague] What? Wait a minute.. Lieutenant, you better talk to this guy.

NYPD Lieutenant: I'm busy here!

NYPD Officer: It's the dock supervisor down at Pier 34.

NYPD Lieutenant: What's his problem?

NYPD Officer: He said the Titanic just arrived.

Pier 34 Supervisor: [sees the Titanic at the moorings discharging passengers; to colleague] Well, better late than never!

Dr. Peter Venkman: Lenny. Big man.

Mayor Lenny: The Ghostbusters.

Winston Zeddemore: [holds out his hand, wanting to shake his hand] Mr. Mayor?

Mayor Lenny: What is this? A slumber party?

Dr. Ray Stantz: Well, that's why we wanted to see you.

Mayor Lenny: Listen, I don't want to hear anything about it. You got two minutes. Make it good.

Dr. Ray Stantz: [getting started] Well, first of all, Mr. Mayor, it's a great pleasure to see you again, and you'll be happy to know that almost fifty percent of us voted for you in the last election.

Mayor Lenny: I appreciate that.

Dr. Peter Venkman: I'm sorry we have to meet under these circumstances.

Dr. Ray Stantz: Mr. Mayor, we're here tonight because a psychomagnatheric slimeflow of immense proportions is building up beneath the city.

Mayor Lenny: Psycho-what?

Dr. Egon Spengler: Psychomagnatheric.

Dr. Peter Venkman: Big word, big word.

Dr. Egon Spengler: Negative human emotions that are forming into a vicious ectoplasm with *explosive* supernormal potential.

Mayor Lenny: Can somebody speak English here?

Winston Zeddemore: Uh yeah. Your honor, what we're trying to say is all of the bad feelings. You know hate, anger and the vibes of the city are turning into this sludge. I didn't believe in it either. But, we just went for a swim in it and end up almost killing each other.

Jack Hardemeyer: [to the Mayor; aggravated] This is insane! Do we really have to listen to this?

Dr. Peter Venkman: [to Hardemeyer; to the Mayor] Can't you stop your lips from flapping for 2 little minutes? Lenny, have you been out on the street lately, do you know weird it is out there? We've taken our own headcount, there seems to be 3 *million* completely miserable assholes living in the Tri-State area.

Jack Hardemeyer: [in disbelief] Please.

Peter Venkman: I beg your pardon, 3 million and one.

Jack Hardemeyer: Hey.

Dr. Ray Stantz: And what fudgy brain here doesn't realize, that if we don't do something fast this whole place is gonna blow like a frog on a hot plate.

Jack Hardemeyer: [in disbelief] Yeah, right.

Mayor Lenny: [having enough; begins to walk off; leaves] What do you want me to do, go on television and tell 3 million people they have to be nice to each other? Being miserable and treating other people like dirt is every New Yorker's God-given right. Your two minutes are up. Good night, gentlemen.

Dr. Egon Spengler: Vigo the Carpathian. Born 1505, died 1610.

Dr. Peter Venkman: 105 years old? He hung in there, didn't he?

Dr. Raymond Stantz: He didn't die of old age, either. He was poisoned, stabbed, shot, hung, stretched, disemboweled, drawn and quartered.

Dr. Peter Venkman: Ouch.

Winston Zeddemore: Guess he wasn't too popular at the end, huh?

Dr. Egon Spengler: No, not exactly a man of the people. Also known as Vigo the Cruel, Vigo the Torturer, Vigo the Despised, and Vigo the Unholy.

Dr. Peter Venkman: Wasn't he also Vigo the Butch?

Dr. Ray Stantz: And dig this, there was a prophecy. Just before his head died, his last words were "Death is but a door, time is but a window: I'll be back".

Dr. Raymond Stantz: We've been experimenting with the plasm we found in the subway tunnel. Careful.

Dr. Peter Venkman: Should I get spoons?

Dr. Egon Spengler: [Ray sets the container on the table for everyone to see] Don't bother. Watch this. Go ahead, Ray.

Stantz: [yells at the container] You! You worthless piece of slime!

Stantz: [slime reacts] You ignorant, disgusting blob!

Spengler: [slime reacts] You're nothing but an unstable, short-chain molecule!

Stantz: [slime reacts] You foul, obnoxious muck!

Spengler: [slime reacts] You have a weak electrochemical bond!

Stantz: I have seen some disgusting crud in my time, but you take the cake!

Winston Zeddemore: [interrupting just before it overflows its container] Whoa, whoa!

Stantz: You're a – You just –

Zeddemore: Hey! Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Venkman: [beat] This is what you do with your spare time?

Stantz: Peter, this is an incredible breakthrough. I mean, what a discovery! A psychoreactive substance! Whatever this stuff is, it responds to human emotional states.

Venkman: [beat; to slime affectionately] Mood slime. Oh, baby...

Zeddemore: You mean this stuff actually feeds on bad vibes?

Stantz: Like a cop in a donut factory.

Spengler: We've been running tests to see if we can get an equally strong positive reaction.

Venkman: What kind of tests?

Stantz: Well, we sing to it, and, uh, we talk to it, and say...supportive, nurturing things to it...

Venkman: You're not sleeping with it, are you, Ray?

Venkman: [shakes his head in disbelief] Oh, you!

Zeddemore: [mutters] It's always the quiet ones.

Venkman: [chuckles] You hound!

Dr. Peter Venkman: Do.

Dr. Raymond Stantz: Re.

Dr. Egon Spengler: Egon.

Dr. Peter Venkman: You're next, Bubbles.

Judge Wexler: [screams] ALL RIGHT! ALL RIGHT! I rescind the order! Case dismissed!

Louis Tully: Hooray, we won the case!

Judge Wexler: Now do something!

Judge Wexler: Peter Venkman, Raymond Stantz, Egon Spengler...stand up! Get up!

Judge Wexler: [looks at Louis; Louis stands up; reads his verdict; the jar of slime bubbles, Ray sees it; pounds his gavel] You too, Mr. Tully. I find you guilty on all charges! I order you to pay fines in the amount of $25,000 each! I sentence you to eighteen months in the city correctional facility at Rikers Island!

Ray Stantz: [to Egon] Eggy! She's twitching!

Judge Wexler: I'M NOT FINISHED! On a more personal note, let just me go on record as saying that there is no place for fakes, charlatans-

Egon Spengler: Uh, Your Honor?

Judge Wexler: Shut up! And tricksters like you in decent society!

Ray Stantz: [interrupting] Your Honor!

Peter Venkman: [interrupting with Ray] Your Honor, this is very important-!

Judge Wexler: You prey upon the gullibility of innocent people!

Ray Stantz: Yes, sir.

Judge Wexler: Be quiet!

Ray Stantz: [points to the jar] But-

Judge Wexler: [slime rapidly overflows over the exhibit table; Peter, Ray, Egon and Louis begins to hide under the table] And believe me, if my hands were not tied by the unalterable fetters of the law! And I would indulge in the tradition of our illustrious forbears! Reach back, to a purer, sterner justice... ...and have you BURNED AT THE STAKE!

Ray Stantz: Wow!

Judge Wexler: [aghast; the ghouls lunge; he jumps over his bench and dives under the trio's table] Oh my God, the Scoleri brothers! The Scoleri brothers!

Ray Stantz: Friends of yours?

Judge Wexler: [one brother seeks out the group and spots them hiding] I tried them for murder! Gave them the chair! You gotta do something!

Egon Spengler: Why don't you tell them you don't believe in ghosts?

Dr. Peter Venkman: Hi, welcome back to World of the Psychic, I'm Peter Venkman. I'm chatting with my guest, author, lecturer and psychic, Milton Anglund. Milt, your new book is called "The End of the World." Now can you tell us when it's going to be or do we have to buy the book?

Milton Anglund: Well I predict that the world will end at the stroke of midnight on New Year's Eve.

Venkman: This year?

Anglund: Mm-hmm.

Venkman: Well that's cutting it a little bit close, isn't it? I mean, just from a sales point of view, I mean your book is just coming out, you're not gonna see any paperback sales for at least a year. It'll be at least another year before you know whether you've got that mini-series or movie of the week kind of possibilities. I mean just Devil's Advocate Milty! I mean shouldn't you have said: Hey the world's going to end in 1992! Or better yet 1994!

Anglund: [begins to cry] This is not just some money-making scheme! Alright! I have a strong psychic belief that the world will end on New Year's Eve.

Venkman: Well, for your sake, I hope you're right. Okay. But I think my other guest may disagree with you. Elaine, now you had another date in mind?

Elaine: According to my source, the end of the world will be on February 14, in the year 2016.

Venkman: Valentine's Day. Bummer. Where did you get your date, Elaine?

Elaine: I received this information from an alien. As I told my husband, it was in the Paramus Holiday Inn, I was having a drink at the bar, alone, and this alien approached me. He started talking to me. He bought me a drink, and then I think he must have used some kind of a ray or a mind control device because he forced me to follow him to his room and that's where he told me about the end of the world.

Venkman: So your alien had a room at the Holiday Inn, Paramus.

Elaine: It might have been a room on the spacecraft made up to look like a room in the Holiday Inn. I can't be sure about that, Peter.

Venkman: [to audience; holds up a hairless cat; puts a finger to his temple and sends out a thought to his viewers; laughs] Of course not! And that is the whole problem with aliens; is you just can't trust them. Occasionally you meet a nice one; Starman, E.T., but usually they turn out to be some kind of big lizard. That's all the time we've got for this week on "World of the Psychic". Next week though...hairless pets. Weird. Until then, this is Peter Venkman saying See you then!

Dr. Raymond Stantz and Winston Zeddemore: [singing; [w:Ghostbusters (song)|If there's something strange in your neighborhood / who you going to call?] ]

Kids at party: [[w:He-Man and the Masters of the Universe|He-Man] ]! He-Man!

Stantz and Zeddemore: [singing unenthusiastically to each other] If there's something weird, and it don't look good...

Stantz: Wanna go get a beer?

Zeddemore: Yeah.