Pier guy: (seeing Titanic and the ghosts) Well, better late then never.

Ray and Winston: There's something strange in the neighborhood. Who are you going to call?
Kids: He-man, He-man!

Peter: You know I'm a voter. Aren't you suppose to lie to me and kiss my butt?

Egon: Very cheerful. My parents didn't believe in toys.

Louis: Your Honor, ladies and gentleman of the, of the audience, I don't think it's fair to call my clients frauds. Okay, so the blackout was a big problem for everybody, okay? I was stuck in an elevator for two hours, and I had to make the whole time. But, I don't blame them, 'cause one time I turned into a dog and they helped me. Thank you.
Egon: Very good, Louis, short but pointless.

Peter: Sometimes shit happens, what are you going to do about it and who are you going to call?

Ray: Two in the box!
Egon: Ready to go!
Peter: We be fast...
All: And they be show!

Peter: We're the best, we're the beautiful, we're the only Ghostbusters.
Ray: We're back!

Janine: You're very good with children.
Louis: Thanks, I use to practice with my hamster.

Janine: So, do you live alone.
Louis: I use to have a roommate, but my mom moved to Florida.

Louis: Where's Peter.
Dana: He was arrested.
Janine: Typical.

Louis: Oh it's you. *Slimer waving his hand for Louis to come on* Ok, but I didn't know you had your licence.

Peter: Hi, Egon. How's school? I bet those science chicks really dig that large cranium of yours, huh?
Egon: I think they're more interested in my epididymis.

Egon: Vigo the Carpathian. Born 1505. Died 1610.
Peter: 105 years old, he hung in there, didnt he?
Ray: He didn't die of old age, either. He was poisoned, stabbed, shot, hung, steretched, diesemboweled, drawn and quartered.
Peter: Ouch.

Janosz: He is Vigo! You are like the buzzing of flies to him!

The Mayor: Being miserable and treating other people like dirt is every New Yorker's God-given right.

Peter: Y'know, I've met some dumb blondes in my life, but you take the taco, pal! Only a *Carpathian* would come back to life now and choose New York! If you had brain one in that huge melon on top of your neck, you'd be living the sweet life out in southern California's beautiful San Fernando Valley!

Egon: Venkman, get a stool sample.
Peter: Business, or personal?

Peter: Kinda makes you wonder doesn't it?
Ray: Wonder what?
Peter: If she's wearing anything under that toga.

Peter: Sometimes, shit happens, someone has to deal with it, and who are you gonna call?!

Ray: You mean you never even had a Slinky?
Egon: We had part of a Slinky. But I straightened it.

Dana: It's late, I really ought to put him down.
Peter: May I?
Dana: Yeah, if you want to.
Peter: You're short, your bellybutton sticks out too far, and you're a terrible burden on your poor mother.