What I'd really like to do is talk to Dana. Dana? It's Peter. |
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There is no Dana, there is only Zuul. |
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Oh, Zuulie, you nut, now c'mon. Just relax, c'mon. I want to talk to Dana. Dana, Dana. Can I talk to Dana? |
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[in an inhuman demonic voice] There is no Dana, only Zuul! |
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What a lovely singing voice you must have. |
This city is headed for a disaster of biblical proportions. |
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What do you mean, 'biblical?' |
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What he means is Old Testament, Mr. Mayor, real wrath of God type stuff. |
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Exactly. |
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Fire and brimstone coming down from the skies! Rivers and seas boiling! |
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Forty years of darkness! Earthquakes, volcanoes... |
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The dead rising from the grave! |
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Human sacrifice, dogs and cats living together... mass hysteria! |
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All right, all right! I get the point! |
[clearing away tables in the dining room to make room for the ghost trap]
I've gotta get this in the clear...! |
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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]
[triumphantly] And the flowers are still standing! |