It’s a living thing, Brian. It breathes, it eats, and it hates. The only way to beat it is to think like it. To know that this flame will spread this way across the door and up across the ceiling, not because of the physics of flammable liquids, but because it wants to. Some guys on this job, the fire owns them, makes 'em fight it on it’s level, but the only way to truly kill it is to love it a little. Just like Ronald.
Joe, she’s just a little girl. She can light fires, yes. But you’re making her sound like Armageddon!
Apocalypse, End of the World, Armageddon. It’s always got a face and a name. I’ve been hunting the bastard for 30 years, give or take. Come close a time or two. Too damn close! You can’t kill damnation, Mister. It don’t die like a man dies.
Dracula Has Risen From The Grave
You better get away from me. It might not be safe to be around me.
When men get around me, they get allergic to wedding rings.
When I get to liking someone, they ain’t around long.
Capt. Spaulding: How much would you charge to run into an open manhole?
Ravelli: Just the cover charge.
Capt. Spaulding: Well, drop in sometime.
Ravelli: Sewer.
Capt. Spaulding: Well, we cleaned that up pretty well.
He kept coming up with some garbage about alligators in the sewers.
Dana, the guys are going down in the sewer to check for slime stuff, and Egon thinks there may even be a huge surge in cockroach breeding. Do ya wanna blow off this dinner thing and go with them?
All the other customers seemed to have left hours ago. We got the bill, and André paid for our dinner! I treated myself to a taxi.
Hey father, you and your wife owe me 28.50.
So that’s what this is, you got a problem with me.
You clinking, clanking collection of caliginous junk!
You gold encrusted buffoon!
Oh, blast it! Poop flirt, rattle crap, camel flirt! You blunder frattle beak struckle brat! Of a womp sack butt bottom fodder smick melly whop walker! Drop dumb fratten housestickle viper!
You don’t frighten us, English pig-dogs! Go and boil your bottoms, son of a silly person! Ah blow my nose at you, so-called “Arthur Keeeng”! You and all your silly English Knnnnnnnn-ighuts!!
This is the time of King Arthur. When we shall - reach for the stars! This is the time of King Arthur when violence is not strength and compassion is not weakness!
To me my Hawkmen!
Attempt to steal, you mean. The vanity in this man Hudson Hawk! The Vatican has foiled the advances of pirates and terrorists. We will not lie down for some schmuck from New Jersey.