— Whatever it is, it's gotta get by us. Right. Go get her, Ray!
— Gozer the Gozerian? Good evening. As a duly designated representative of the city county and state of New York I order you to cease all supernatural activity and return to your place of origin or to the nearest convenient parallel dimension.
— That ought to do it. Thanks very much, Ray.
— But there are some things we do... standard procedures in a case like this, which often bring us results.
— I could check out the structural details in the building. Maybe the building has a history of psychic turbulence.
— Right. Good idea.
— I could search «Zuul» in the usual literature. Spates Catalog.
— I'll take Miss Barrett back to her apartment and check her out. I'll go check out Miss Barrett's apartment. O'kay?
— There's something very important. I forgot to tell you.
— Don't cross the streams.
— It would be bad.
— I'm fuzzy on the whole good/bad thing. What do you mean, «bad»?
— Imagine all life as you know it stopping instantaneously and every molecule... in your body exploding at the speed of light.
— Total protonic reversal.
— Right, that's bad. Okay.
— Choose. Choose the form of the Destructor.
— It's the Stay Puft, Marshmallow Man.
— There's something you don't see every day.
— I tried to think of a harmless thing. Something I loved from my childhood. Something that could never, ever possibly destroy us. Mr. Stay Puft.
— Nice thinking, Ray.