Ernie Hudson: Winston Zeddemore
Dr. Peter Venkman : This city is headed for a disaster of biblical proportions.
Mayor : What do you mean, "biblical"?
Dr. Raymond Stantz : What he means is Old Testament, Mr. Mayor, real wrath of God type stuff.
Dr. Peter Venkman : Exactly.
Dr. Raymond Stantz : Fire and brimstone coming down from the skies! Rivers and seas boiling!
Dr. Egon Spengler : Forty years of darkness! Earthquakes, volcanoes...
Winston Zeddemore : The dead rising from the grave!
Dr. Peter Venkman : Human sacrifice, dogs and cats living together... mass hysteria!
Mayor : All right, all right! I get the point!
Gozer : [after Ray orders her to re-locate] Are you a God?
[Ray looks at Peter, who nonchalantly nods yes]
Dr. Raymond Stantz : No.
Gozer : Then... DIE!
[Lightning flies from her fingers, driving the Ghostbusters to the edge of the roof and almost off; people below scream]
Winston Zeddemore : Ray, when someone asks you if you're a god, you say "YES"!
Dr. Peter Venkman : All right! This chick is TOAST!
Janine Melnitz : Do you believe in UFOs, astral projections, mental telepathy, ESP, clairvoyance, spirit photography, telekinetic movement, full trance mediums, the Loch Ness monster and the theory of Atlantis?
Winston Zeddemore : Ah, if there's a steady paycheck in it, I'll believe anything you say.
Dr. Peter Venkman : [as the Ghostbusters approach Gozer] Grab your stick!
[the Ghostbusters draw their handsets]
Dr. Peter Venkman : Heat 'em up!
[they arm their packs]
Dr. Peter Venkman : Make 'em hard!
[they rack their handsets]
Dr. Peter Venkman : Let's show this prehistoric bitch how we do things downtown... THROW IT!
Gozer : The Choice is made!
Dr. Peter Venkman : Whoa! Ho! Ho! Whoa-oa!
Gozer : The Traveller has come!
Dr. Peter Venkman : Nobody choosed anything!
[turns to Egon]
Dr. Peter Venkman : Did you choose anything?
Dr. Egon Spengler : No.
Dr. Peter Venkman : [to Winston] Did YOU?
Winston Zeddemore : My mind is totally blank.
Dr. Peter Venkman : I didn't choose anything...
[long pause, Peter, Egon and Winston all look at Ray]
Dr. Raymond Stantz : I couldn't help it. It just popped in there.
Dr. Peter Venkman : [angrily] What? WHAT "just popped in there?"
Dr. Raymond Stantz : I... I... I tried to think...
Dr. Egon Spengler : LOOK!
[they all look over one side of the roof]
Dr. Raymond Stantz : No! It CAN'T be!
Dr. Peter Venkman : What is it?
Dr. Raymond Stantz : It CAN'T be!
Dr. Peter Venkman : What did you DO, Ray?
Winston Zeddemore : Oh, shit!
[they all see a giant cubic white head topped with a sailor hat, Peter looks at Ray]
Dr. Raymond Stantz : [somberly] It's the Stay Puft Marshmallow Man.
Dr. Egon Spengler : I have a radical idea. The door swings both ways, we could reverse the particle flow through the gate.
Dr. Peter Venkman : How?
Dr. Egon Spengler : [hesitates] We'll cross the streams.
Dr. Peter Venkman : 'Scuse me Egon? You said crossing the streams was bad!
Dr. Raymond Stantz : Cross the streams...
Dr. Peter Venkman : You're gonna endanger us, you're gonna endanger our client - the nice lady, who paid us in advance, before she became a dog...
Dr. Egon Spengler : Not necessarily. There's definitely a VERY SLIM chance we'll survive.
[pause while they consider this]
Dr. Peter Venkman : [slaps Ray] I love this plan! I'm excited to be a part of it! LET'S DO IT!
Winston Zeddemore : [all get up to get ready] This job is definitely not worth $11,500 a year.
Winston Zeddemore : Hey Ray. Do you believe in God?
Dr Ray Stantz : Never met him.
Winston Zeddemore : Yeah, well, I do. And I love Jesus's style, you know.
Dr Ray Stantz : The entire roof cap is made out of a magnesium-tungsten alloy...
Winston Zeddemore : What are you so involved with over there?
Dr Ray Stantz : These are the blueprints for structural ironwork of Dana Barret's apartment building, and they are very, very strange.
Winston Zeddemore : Hey Ray. Do you remember something in the bible about the last days when the dead would rise from the grave?
Dr Ray Stantz : I remember Revelations 6:12...?And I looked, and he opened the sixth seal, and behold, there was a great earthquake. And the sun became as black as sack cloth, and the moon became as blood."
Winston Zeddemore : "And the seas boiled and the skies fell."
Dr Ray Stantz : Judgement day.
Winston Zeddemore : Judgement day.
Dr Ray Stantz : Every ancient religion has its own myth about the end of the world.
Winston Zeddemore : Myth? Ray, has it ever occurred to you that maybe the reason we've been so busy lately is 'cause the dead HAVE been rising from the grave?
Dr Ray Stantz : [Pause ] How 'bout a little music?
Winston Zeddemore : Yeah.
Winston Zeddemore : Ray, when someone asks you if you're a god, you say, "yes!"
Winston Zeddemore : I'm Winston Zeddmore, Your Honor. I've only been with the company for a couple of weeks, but these things are real. Since I joined these men, I've seen shit that'll turn you white.
Winston Zeddemore : I love this town!
Winston Zeddemore : Hey, wait a minute. Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey! Hold it! Now, are we actually gonna go before a federal judge, and tell him that some moldy Babylonian god is going to drop in on Central Park West, and start tearing up the city?
Dr. Egon Spengler : Sumerian, not Babylonian.
Dr. Peter Venkman : Yeah. Big difference.
Winston Zeddemore : No offense, guys, but I've gotta get my own lawyer.
Dr. Egon Spengler : [about the storage facility] I'm worried, Ray. It's getting crowded in there, and all my recent data points to something big on the horizon.
Winston Zeddemore : What do you mean "big"?
Dr. Egon Spengler : Well...
[Egon takes a Twinkie]
Dr. Egon Spengler : ...let's say this Twinkie represents the normal amount of psychokinetic energy in the New York area. According to this morning's sample, it would be a twinkie... 35 feet long and weighing approximately 600 pounds.
[Ray coughs, in disbelief]
Winston Zeddemore : That's a big Twinkie.
Dr. Raymond Stantz : We could on the verge of a fourfold cross-reap. A P.K.E. surge of incredible, even dangerous proportions!
Winston Zeddemore : This job is definitely *not* worth eleven-five a year!
Dr. Peter Venkman : All right, this chick is TOAST. Okay; sticks?
Dr. Peter Venkman : Heat 'em up!
Dr. Peter Venkman : MAKE 'EM HARD!
Dr. Peter Venkman : Let's show this prehistoric bitch how we do things downtown.
Dr. Raymond Stantz : Every ancient religion has its own myth about the end of the world.
Winston Zeddemore : Myth? Ray, has it ever occurred to you that maybe the reason we've been so busy lately is because the dead HAVE been rising from the grave?
Dr. Raymond Stantz : [Turns on radio] How 'bout a little music?