You go get a court order, and I'll sue your funny ass for wrongful prosecution.

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.

Still making headlines all across the country, the Ghostbusters are at it again. This time, at the fashionable dance club, "The Rose." The boys in gray slugged it out with a pretty pesky poltergeist, then stayed on to dance the night away with some of the lovely ladies who witnessed the disturbance. This is Casey…

He didn't die of old age, either. He was poisoned, stabbed, shot, hung, stretched, disembowled, drawn and quartered.

Viggy, Viggy, Viggy, you have been a bad monkey!

Kitten, I think what I'm saying, is that sometimes, shit happens, someone has to deal with it, and who ya gonna call?

Hey y'all, I'm taking a break from posting Ghostbusters II quotes to let you know that I condemn all animal abuse, especially towards dogs. Fuck these dudes.

Wow, that is one ugly dude.

Named after a hot dog, you poor man, you poor, poor man.

No.

Death is but a door. Time is but a window. I'll be back.

Two in the box.
Ready to go.
We be fast.
They be slow.

Dana, you just never got it. I'm a man, I need to feel loved. I need to be desired!

Lenny, have you been out on the street lately, do you know how 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.

Viggy, Viggy, Viggy, you have been a bad monkey!

So, you want to play Boggle or Super Mario Bros.?

Suck in the guts, guys, we're the Ghostbusters.

Your Honor, ladies and gentleman of the audience, I don't think it's
fair to call my clients frauds. Sure, the blackout was a big problem for
everybody. I was trapped in an elevator for two hours and I had to make
the whole time. But I don't blame them. Because one time, I turned into
a dog and they helped me. Thank…

You know, I have 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! Tasty pick, bonehead! If you had brain one in that huge melon
on top of your neck, you would be living the sweet life out in Southern
California's beautiful San Fernando…

According to my source, the end of the world will be on February 14th, in the year two thousand and sixteen.