- Big Ed Zeddemore: You really think your buddies are coming down here to bail us out? How are they gonna do that?
- Winston Zeddemore: They'll figure out something. That's our job. You just can't accept that, can you?
- Big Ed Zeddemore: That you chase ghosts? That you blow things up with lasers? That's no job, son, that's a video game.
- Winston Zeddemore: This is no game, dad.
- Janine Melnitz: How do we get across this?
- Ray Stantz: Special effects!
- [shoots a particlebeam to make the waters part like Moses did onto the Red Sea]
- Peter Venkman: [after watching his sneakers disappear down the bathtub drain] That does it. I'm swearing off coffee, sugar, red meat and smog.
- Slimer: Me too. Well... maybe not sugar.