[Egon opens his mouth to protest, to say that the discovery of knowledge waits for no one, that the secrets of this universe must be unfurled, but then stops. His gaze lingers on his petri dishes for a few more moments before he turns back to face Venkman. A strange, overwhelming feeling has trickled into his chest, something--he's a little embarrassed to admit--that has taken him years to identify and only more difficult to put into words.
The secrets of the universe aren't going anywhere. At least, not for a long time.]
Perhaps you're right.
[He rests his hands on Venkman's shoulders and grips them tightly--not too tightly--an unusually soft expression on his face.]
I don't suppose you have any new hypotheses on the matter, do you?
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The secrets of the universe aren't going anywhere. At least, not for a long time.]
Perhaps you're right.
[He rests his hands on Venkman's shoulders and grips them tightly--not too tightly--an unusually soft expression on his face.]
I don't suppose you have any new hypotheses on the matter, do you?