Stay Puff S'mors

Gozer: Sub-creatures! Gozer the Gozerian, Gozer the Destructor, Volguus Zildrohar, the Traveller has come! Choose and perish!

Dr. Raymond Stantz: What do you mean, choose? We don't understand!

Gozer: Choose! Choose the form of the Destructor!

Dr. Peter Venkman: Oh, I get it. Real cute! [to the others] Whatever we think of– if we think of J. Edgar Hoover, J. Edgar Hoover will appear and destroy us, OK? So empty your heads, don't think of anything. We've only got one shot at this.

Gozer: The choice is made!

Dr. Peter Venkman: Whoa! Hold on!

Gozer: The Traveller has come!

Dr. Peter Venkman: Nobody chose anything! [turns to Egon] Did you choose anything?

Dr. Egon Spengler: No.

Dr. Peter Venkman: [to Winston] Did you?

Winston Zeddemore: My mind is totally blank.

Dr. Peter Venkman: I didn't choose anything.

[ All three turn to look at Ray]

Dr. Raymond Stantz: I couldn't help it. It just popped in there.

Dr. Peter Venkman: [sternly] What? What "just popped in there?"

Dr. Raymond Stantz: I--I--I tried to think...

Dr. Egon Spengler: Look!

[They all look over one side of the roof.]

Dr. Raymond Stantz: No! It can't be!

Dr. Peter Venkman: What is it?

Dr. Raymond Stantz: It can't be!

Dr. Peter Venkman: What did you do, Ray?!

Winston Zeddemore: Oh, shit!

[They all see a giant cubic white head topped with a sailor hat. Peter looks at Ray.]

Dr. Raymond Stantz: [resignedly] It's the Stay-Puft Marshmallow Man.

(The Stay-Puft Marshmallow Man rampages Manhattan)

Dr. Peter Venkman: Well, that's something you don't see every day.

Dr. Raymond Stantz: I tried to think of the most harmless thing– something that I loved from my childhood, something that would never ever possibly destroy us: Mr. Stay-Puft.

Dr. Peter Venkman: Nice thinking, Ray.

Dr. Raymond Stantz: We used to roast Stay-Puft marshmallows by the fire at Camp Waconda.

Dr. Peter Venkman: Ray has gone bye-bye, Egon. What have you got left?

Dr. Egon Spengler: Sorry, Venkman. I'm terrified beyond the capacity for rational thought.

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Dr. Raymond Stantz: Funny us going out like this. Killed by a hundred-foot marshmallow man.

Dr. Peter Venkman: We've been doing this all wrong. This Mr. Stay-Puft is okay! He's a sailor, he's in New York– we get this guy laid, we won't have any trouble!