Man at Elevator: What are you supposed to be, some kind of a cosmonaut?
Dr. Peter Venkman: No, we're exterminators. Someone saw a cockroach up on twelve.
Man at Elevator: That's gotta be some cockroach.
Dr. Peter Venkman: Bite your head off, man.
Dr Ray Stantz: [Entering elevator] Going up?
Man at Elevator: I'll take the next one.
Dr Ray Stantz: You know, it just occurred to me that we really haven't had a successful test of this equipment.
Dr. Egon Spengler: I blame myself.
Dr. Peter Venkman: So do I.
Dr Ray Stantz: Well, no sense in worrying about it now.
Dr. Peter Venkman: Why worry? Each one of us is carrying an unlicensed nuclear accelerator on his back.
Dr. Peter Venkman: We've been going about this all wrong, this Mr. Stay Puft's okay, he's a sailor, he's in New York, we get this guy laid we won't have any trouble.
Dr. Egon Spengler: There's something very important I forgot to tell you.
Dr. Peter Venkman: What?
Dr. Egon Spengler: Don't cross the streams.
Dr. Peter Venkman: Why?
Dr. Egon Spengler: It would be bad.
Dr. Peter Venkman: I'm fuzzy on the whole good/bad thing. What do you mean, "bad"?
Dr. Egon Spengler: Try to imagine all life as you know it stopping instantaneously and every molecule in your body exploding at the speed of light.
Dr Ray Stantz: Total protonic reversal.
Dr. Peter Venkman: Right. That's bad. Okay. All right. Important safety tip. Thanks, Egon.
Dr Ray Stantz: Symmetrical book stacking. Just like the Philadelphia mass turbulence of 1947.
Dr. Peter Venkman: You're right, no human being would stack books like this.
Dr. Peter Venkman: Egon, this reminds me of the time you tried to drill a hole through your head. Remember that?
Dr. Egon Spengler: That would have worked if you hadn't stopped me.
Dr Ray Stantz: Where do these stairs go?
Dr. Peter Venkman: They go up.
Trent: Look at this, OK? I want you to remember this face. This is the guy behind the guy behind the guy.
Trent: I wish they still had fights in this game so I could bitch-slap Wayne.
Mike: What? They don't have fighting anymore?
Trent: Doesn't that suck?
Mike: Why'd they get rid of the fighting? It was the best part of the old version.
Sue: I think kids were hittin' each other or somethin', man.
Trent: Yeah but you know what, Mike? You can make their heads bleed in this one.
Mike: Make somebody's head bleed.
Sue: No man, were in the playoffs.
Sue: Pause the game.
Trent: Wait I'm gonna do my thing with the thing.
Mike: What the **** are you carrying a gun for? What, in case somebody steps to you, Snoop Dogg?
Sue: Hey man, you're not from here, alright. You don't know how it is. I grew up in L.A.
Sue: Whatever, man. It's different out here. It's not like New York, Mikey.
Mike: Haven't you seen Boyz N The Hood? Now one of us is going to get shot.
Trent: Um... a malt Glen Garry for me and my friend here. And if you tell that bartender to go extra easy on the water, this 50 cent piece has your name on it.
Trent: Hey! What're you kicking me for? You want me to ask? All right, I'll ask! Ma'am, where do the high school girls hang out in this town?
Trent: I'm gonna find me two waitresses here and I'm gonna pull me a Fredo.
Mike: Yeah, well they're all skanks.
Trent: What are talking about? Look at all the beautiful babies here.
Mike: The beautiful babies don't work the midnights-to-six on a Wednesday. This is the skank shift.
Trent: Look at all the beautiful honeys here.
Trent: There's nothing wrong with letting the girls know that you're money and that you want to party.
Charles: This place is dead anyways.
Sue: Just because I had the balls to stand up to those guys...
Trent: Like ****in' House of Pain was gonna do anything?
Rob: How many strokes?
Mike: I don't know. Eight or Nine.
Rob: I'll give you an eight.
Mike: What'd you get?
Rob: An eight.
Mike: Looks like we're in a dead heat after one hole. This is turning into quite a rivalry.
Rob: You better replace the pin, Chi-Chi. The natives look restless.
Trent: Score Chicago!
Sue: ****! Such ****in' bull****!
Trent: [Trent hits the instant replay] Now that was pretty Sue...
Sue: Man, don't do the instant replay thing...
Trent: No way, you said it was ****in' bull****.
Sue: Don't do the ****ing...
Trent: Well that's why they put the instant replay in the ****ing game! So you can see if it's bull****!
Sue: You're unbelieveable.
Trent: Well you know something, I am unbelievable.
Sue: [Trent shoves Sue] Don't ****ing touch me.
Trent: When I'm not here will you practice?