FADE IN
INT.. DANA'S APARTMENT
DR. PETER VENKMAN:
What I'd really like to do is talk to Dana. Dana? It's Peter.
DANA BARRETT:
There is no Dana, there is only Zuul.
DR. PETER VENKMAN:
Oh, Zuulie, you nut, now c'mon. Just relax, c'mon. I want to talk to Dana. Dana, Dana. Can I talk to Dana?
DANA BARRETT:
(In an inhuman demonic voice)
There is no Dana, only Zuul!
DR. PETER VENKMAN:
What a lovely singing voice you must have.
FADE OUT
FADE IN
EXT.. MAYOR'S OFFICE -- DAY
DR. PETER VENKMAN:
This city is headed for a disaster of biblical proportions.
MAYOR:
What do you mean, 'biblical?'
DR. RAY STANTZ:
What he means is Old Testament, Mr. Mayor, real wrath of God type stuff.
DR. PETER VENKMAN:
Exactly.
DR. RAY 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!
FADE OUT
FADE IN
INT.. HOTEL
Clearing away tables in the dining room to make room for the ghost trap.
DR. RAY STANTZ:
I've gotta get this in the clear...!
DR. RAY STANTZ:
Wait, wait, wait! I've always wanted to do this...
He yanks a tablecloth off of a table, overturning and shattering everything except the centerpiece in the middle.
DR. PETER VENKMAN:
(triumphantly)
And the flowers are still standing!
FADE OUT